nyslfriends Chapter 1933 Panic and Abandonment!
Chapter 1933 Panic and Abandonment!
"Late Nascent Soul stage?"
Even they are no match for such beings.
Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but according to regulations, the hall masters and deputy hall masters of each hall in the headquarters of the Cultivator Association must be giants at the Half-Saint realm!
That was a terrifying figure with one foot already on the threshold of evolution.
The difference between them and those at the Nascent Soul stage is like heaven and earth!
"I see!
Half-Saint... No wonder, no wonder that just the release of his aura caused our Golden Core cultivators' magic power to stagnate and our souls to feel like they were about to break apart.
The enforcement elder of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, a genuine Nascent Soul True Monarch, also obediently descended, didn't he?
That's not the point!
Wanxian City has always been the Wanxian Sect's private territory, managed with impenetrable security.
Although the Cultivator Association holds a superior position, it rarely interferes directly in the internal affairs of the immortal cities directly under the jurisdiction of various sects.
Today, they brazenly broke in, forcibly took over, and even used the banner of 'purging the remnants of the rebellious revisionists'...
A truly momentous event has befallen the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect!
"Silence!"
This matter is absolutely not something we can discuss.
Are the words "reverse cultivation" something that can be casually associated with?
One wrong move, and you'll be utterly destroyed, body and soul!
"Fellow Daoist is right... I misspoke."
But this situation... it seems things are about to change.
"Whether the world changes or not is beyond the comprehension of us ants."
From this moment forward, close the cave dwelling, lift all restrictions, and refuse to see anyone who comes to visit.
Business in the market was suspended, and all the children were strictly forbidden from going out, let alone discussing or inquiring about it!
Let's talk about everything after this storm has passed.
"That's exactly right! That's exactly right!"
"···"
Similar exchanges of divine thoughts occurred in hidden corners throughout the immortal city, and in quiet rooms protected by restrictions.
It even spreads and resonates with people in bustling markets at an astonishing speed.
Fear, speculation, unease...
And an absolute awe of great power was mixed in with every subtle fluctuation of divine thought.
Everyone knew that Wanxian City, or rather Wanxian Sect, must have been caught up in some unimaginable vortex.
The arrival of the monks' association's thunderous attack was just the beginning.
High in the sky...
The Half-Lord Huanyue seemed oblivious to the surging undercurrents in the city below.
Her cool gaze slowly swept across the entire city, lingering briefly on several areas where the spiritual energy fluctuations were particularly strong and the buildings exceptionally magnificent.
Those were important strongholds of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect in the city, such as the City Lord's Mansion, the sect's villas, and core industries.
"As planned, we will separately control key locations, block all teleportation arrays, and verify all recent entry and exit records."
Those who resist will be killed without exception.
Without moving her lips, she clearly issued the command through telepathy.
"As ordered!"
Behind him, nearly a hundred Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators bowed in unison to receive the order, and then transformed into dozens of streaks of light.
Like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, the arrows shot towards all parts of the city, swift and orderly.
The Half-Monarch of Illusionary Moon remained suspended in mid-air, his white robes fluttering even without wind.
Her divine sense, like invisible mercury, quietly spread out from her center.
It meticulously and domineeringly enveloped every corner of this vast immortal city.
Just as the Half-Lord of Illusion Moon began to take over the key locations of this colossal city—
Outside Wanxian City, the warship, suspended high in the sky and resembling a thick sheet of black iron, suddenly had its surface covered in a dazzling azure light film that flowed across its hull.
Countless intricate array patterns lit up from inside the ship's hull, converging at the bow and stern, emitting a deep hum like a giant beast awakening.
boom!
next moment,
The warship emitted a dazzling light that was difficult to look at directly.
It was as if a small, bright blue sun had exploded in the sky.
The moment the light faded...
The colossal ship, hundreds of feet long, had transformed into a condensed, sky-tearing azure streak of light, hurtling straight toward the misty depths of the Ten Thousand Immortals Mountain Range at a somewhat abrupt angle!
Where the streak of light passed...
The air was violently pushed aside, forming a visible, milky-white trail of air that lingered for a long time.
Its speed was so fast that it disappeared into the depths of the vast mountains and clouds in the blink of an eye, almost instantly before the low-level cultivators in Wanxian City could even look up.
Only a straight cloud trail gradually spreading across the sky remained.
A thousand miles is but a blink of an eye for the association's warships.
In the core area of the Wanxian Mountain Range, the spiritual energy is so dense that it almost turns into liquid spiritual mist.
Majestic mountains, with uniquely shaped peaks vying for beauty.
Cranes and other mythical birds dance among the cascading waterfalls and flowing springs, creating a scene reminiscent of a sacred celestial land.
However, at this moment...
The atmosphere above this sacred place was as solid as iron.
A colossal, translucent light curtain, stretching from the sky to the earth, like an inverted glass bowl, enveloped an unimaginably vast mountain basin.
The light screen had a faint amber hue, and countless mysterious runes flowed across its surface like water, creating a continuous and dynamic effect.
Sometimes it transforms into the phantom of auspicious beasts and celestial birds.
Sometimes it condenses into a map of stars, mountains, rivers, and paths, exuding a vast, ancient, and indestructible aura.
This is the powerful protective formation of the Myriad Immortals Sect, which is renowned throughout the cultivation world.
"The Great Array of Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage to the Origin of the Universe!"
Through the flowing, slightly hazy light curtain, one could vaguely see the scene inside:
Countless palaces and pavilions were built against the mountain, standing side by side, with their flying eaves and brackets appearing and disappearing in the mist, shimmering with various precious lights;
A massive floating fairy island is suspended above the sea of clouds, with waterfalls cascading down from its edge and flowing into the spiritual lake below;
One after another, figures of cultivators riding magical artifacts or escaping beams moved orderly among the buildings and mountains...
This is the Myriad Immortals Sect, one of the top immortal sects in the cultivation world!
The ancestral homeland of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect has been cultivated for countless millennia!
The azure stream of light that had just shot from the direction of Wanxian City has now appeared without warning in the void less than a thousand feet away from the sky-covering light curtain.
The fleeting light fades away...
The warship's cold and imposing hull was revealed.
Compared to the vast ancestral temple of the immortal sects below, and the enormous light curtain that enveloped the heavens and earth before us...
The warship appeared small, but its aura of solemnity clashed sharply with the surrounding celestial atmosphere.
"laugh--"
The main hatch of the warship slid open, and figures silently emerged, hovering in the air in front of the bow.
The group numbered only about twenty people, far fewer than the group heading to Wanxian City, but their aura was more concentrated and more dangerous.
The group of five, three men and two women, varied in appearance and age, some dressed in simple Taoist robes, others in imposing armor, and still others in flowing long skirts.
But they have one thing in common—
The Daoist aura and oppressive aura emanating from them were somewhat similar to those of the Half-Venerable Illusion Moon, only differing in their degree of heaviness, sharpness, or unpredictability.
They were none other than five giants at the Half-Saint Realm!
Behind them stood eighteen cultivators, all at the late Nascent Soul stage, their eyes sharp as eagles, their auras intertwined.
They were vaguely forming some kind of battle formation.
They are clearly the true core elite of the association.
Before the question from the Wanxian Sect cultivators inside the light screen could be heard—
Among the five half-saints, an old man with a dark Taoist robe and an ancient face stepped forward.
He didn't raise his voice, but merely moved his lips slightly, and a peaceful yet irresistibly penetrating voice resounded throughout.
This voice completely ignored the "Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage to the Origin Universe Array," which was capable of isolating divine sense and dispelling magic; it was crystal clear.
It even carried a kind of echoing effect,
Within the light curtain, in every palace, every cave, and in the minds of every cultivator of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, a thunderous roar resounded:
"The Sword Master Lingxiao of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, and the Half-Master Ziyang..."
The old man's voice was steady, but every name he uttered was like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of countless Wanxian Sect disciples.
Soaring Sword Master! Purple Sun Half-Master!
And then there were seven or eight more names following behind...
They were all high-ranking and powerful elders, peak masters, and powerful hall masters of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect!
"...and others, colluding with extraterrestrial demons, plotted to overthrow the cultivators' association and disrupt the order of the human race."
The evidence was conclusive, and he was executed three days ago.
The words "punished" were like ancient ice, instantly freezing the blood and minds of countless cultivators within the light screen.
The entire ancestral temple of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect seemed to have been frozen in time.
The streaking light froze in mid-air, the conversing disciples were speechless, and the cultivators in seclusion suddenly became disordered...
"However, you disciples, deacons, and elders who remain behind can rest assured."
The old man's voice continued, still calm, but carrying a disdainful indifference as if looking down upon ants.
"The monks' association has always acted justly."
The ringleader has been executed; no innocent people will be implicated.
Those who were not involved in the plot and were unaware of it may be pardoned, and may even be placed in appropriate resettlement, after review and verification by the association.
The conversation paused slightly here.
Just as the slight sense of relief brought by the word "pardon" had begun to rise in the hearts of countless Wanxian Sect cultivators, the indifferent voice rang out again.
"Now, this association orders you to immediately close the sect's protective formation, open the mountain gates, and exit the formation in an orderly manner to undergo inspection."
"Time limit: 15 minutes."
"No time limit, or you'll bear the consequences."
The last eight words, his voice suddenly turned cold.
Like a biting winter wind, it blew away the glimmer of hope that had just risen, leaving only the piercing cold and fear.
The resounding sound faded away.
Inside the light curtain...
The deathly silence lasted for about three breaths.
immediately--
"boom!!!"
Like a pot of boiling oil being thrown in with a boulder, the entire ancestral temple of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect exploded!
Panic instantly swept through all the cultivators in the Myriad Immortals Sect.
"No...impossible!"
Ancestor Lingxiao... How could Sword Master...
"Even the Half-Venerable Ziyang...colluded with evil spirits?"
Executed? I don't believe it!
"It's the Monks' Association!"
They've come to our doorstep! They want to destroy the lineage of my Ten Thousand Immortals Sect!
"quick!
Quickly activate the full power of the grand formation! Summon the sect's most powerful magic weapon!
"Please, venerable ancestor, emerge from your seclusion!"
"Ancestor? Where are the other peak masters?"
Where is the sect leader?
Where are the elders and deacons? Why hasn't anyone come forward?!
"right!
"Sect Master! Why haven't the elders shown themselves yet?!"
Panic is spreading, and doubts are growing.
After the initial shock and disbelief...
All the disciples, deacons, and even many Nascent Soul stage elders who remained behind were horrified to discover a fact—
Since a few days ago, the sect's true high-ranking members and elite followers suddenly announced their seclusion for life-or-death cultivation,
Or they might receive a secret mission and go out, disappearing without a trace almost overnight!
Those who remain in the sect today, apart from a few elders with special status who have been stationed there year-round, are mostly ordinary inner disciples and outer sect stewards.
And some who are not core members,
Even Nascent Soul guest elders and elders with surveillance or exile functions!
No one is in charge of the overall situation, and no one is there to stabilize morale.
Even the control center of the sect's protective formation, the "Hall of Ten Thousand Immortals," was tightly shut.
The direct disciples who were on duty had already disappeared!
"It's true... what the association said... it's probably true..."
A Golden Core stage deacon, his face deathly pale, muttered to himself. Though his voice was soft, it stood out clearly amidst the deathly silence of his companions.
"The higher-ups...knew this day would come long ago."
They... ran away!
They abandoned us!
These words were like the last straw, crushing the remaining loyalty and illusions many people held for their sect.
"Abandoned pawns...we are abandoned pawns!"
A young Nascent Soul elder, his eyes bloodshot, clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms.
"No wonder that a few days ago, the guards of the core area of the Scripture Pavilion and the sect's treasure vault were all replaced with those usually arrogant and aloof loyalists."
It turns out they were transferring traditions and resources!
They took away the sect's accumulated wealth of ten thousand years, leaving us here to die!
"Why should I!"
The sect provides for them, but in times of crisis, they abandon us like worn-out shoes!
"The Cultivators' Association said that those who were unaware of the situation can be pardoned!"
We know nothing!
We're just staying behind to guard the mountain gate!
"right!
We are merely following orders; what do we care about treasonous plots?
Why should we be buried with them?
"A quarter of an hour! Only a quarter of an hour!"
If we don't make a decision soon, we'll all be executed as traitors once the association breaches the formation!
The will to survive is like wildfire, growing wildly on the soil of despair.
The eyes of most of the remaining cultivators changed, gradually replacing the initial panic and anger with an urgent, life-desiring light.
What sectarian favors?
What kind of lineage or tradition is being passed down?
In the face of life and death, we appear so pale and powerless.
Just when people's hearts were wavering and about to completely turn to one side—
"quiet!"
A sharp shout, imbued with the power of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, resounded like thunder above the sect, temporarily suppressing some of the commotion.
A streak of crimson light shot into the sky from a mountain peak, and as one looked into the distance…
He was a middle-aged cultivator with a fair complexion, a slight beard, and sharp eyes, dressed in the robes of an elder of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.
He stood in mid-air, unleashing his late-stage Nascent Soul power without any concealment.
This was one of the elders who remained behind, a Nascent Soul True Monarch named "Chi Yunzi".
Countless gazes, filled with hope, doubt, and anxiety...
Everyone's attention was instantly focused on him.
Is Elder Chiyun going to lead everyone to defend the sect to the death?
Chi Yunzi's gaze swept over the bewildered faces below, a cold smile playing on his lips, but his face revealed a mixture of grief and resolute determination as he spoke loudly:
"Fellow disciples! Please hear me out!"
"As you can all see, where is the sect leader at this moment?"
Where are the peak masters?
Where is the Supreme Elder?
His voice was impassioned, filled with deep disappointment and accusation.
"As far as Chi Yun knows, they had already left under various pretexts several days ago!"
All the talk of seclusion and searching for medicine is just an excuse!
They had long ago discarded the sect's millennia-old foundation as if it were worthless.
They even treated us loyal disciples who stayed behind as cannon fodder to attract the wrath of the Cultivator Association, pawns to be discarded at any time!
"···"
...(End of this chapter)