nyslfriends Chapter 1932 Ten Thousand Immortal Mountains, Ten Thousand Immortal City!
Chapter 1932 Ten Thousand Immortal Mountains, Ten Thousand Immortal City!
In an instant!
Panic, resentment, anger, and confusion spread wildly through the crowd.
Similar thoughts churned in the minds of every cultivator who remained at the Blood Fiend Sect.
People's hearts were in complete chaos.
The already gloomy sect was instantly filled with an atmosphere of unease.
Just as everyone was in chaos and at a loss...
A voice filled with resentment and urgency suddenly resounded throughout the Blood Fiend Sect.
It drowned out all the clamor of discussion:
"Fellow disciples, don't panic!"
The monks' association only gave us fifteen minutes. Time was of the essence, and we couldn't just sit and wait to die!
Now come with me to the main peak of the back mountain to knock on the gate and see if the leaders of each peak are still in the sect. We will surely find out the truth!
Those fellow disciples who wish to accompany me to investigate, please follow immediately!
After saying that,
The cultivator who spoke was the first to leap up, his body radiating spiritual light, and he transformed into a stream of light, flying towards the forbidden area behind the mountain.
Seeing this, the other demonic cultivators also realized what was happening.
They transformed into streaks of light, rising one after another from various parts of the Blood Fiend Sect, passing over the eerie watchtowers on both sides of the mountain gate that resembled ferocious fangs, and rushing towards the forbidden area in the back mountain.
Clearly, the panicked demonic cultivators also wanted to find out the truth.
Not long after...
That familiar voice echoed once again within the Blood Fiend Sect.
His tone was filled with utter despair and coldness.
This also completely shattered everyone's last glimmer of hope:
"Gentlemen, stop searching. The cave dwellings of all the peak leaders are empty."
The cave was kept spotless.
They had obviously been gone for a long time.
We...we've been completely abandoned.
Before the words had even finished...
Several panicked, tearful shouts rang out in succession.
Each sound was more jarring than the last, plunging the already despairing atmosphere to its lowest point.
"Something terrible has happened!"
The sect's treasury is completely empty!
The massive amounts of spirit stones, rare magical artifacts, and numerous treasures stored inside were all taken, leaving not a single item behind!
"The herb garden is finished too!"
Those rare medicinal herbs, cultivated for hundreds or even thousands of years, had their roots dug up, leaving only a few decades-old herb!
"The library was in an even more dire state!"
Apart from the useless miscellaneous books and basic cultivation techniques piled up on the first layer,
All the core manuals, ancient inheritances, and secret techniques from the second and third floors and above were completely moved; even the bookshelves were emptied!
"The Hall of Magical Artifacts, the Pill Refining Room, the Talisman Pavilion... are all empty!"
All the sect's valuable and useful possessions were taken away by the higher-ups!
One piece of bad news after another came in.
Like a heavy hammer, it struck the hearts of every demonic cultivator who remained, echoing continuously within the mountain gate.
Standing in the empty sect, looking at the looted halls and pavilions, everyone felt an extreme sense of suffocation in their chests.
An overwhelming sense of frustration and rage surged to the top of his head, almost bursting out of his chest.
Even though they were ruthless and unconventional demonic cultivators,
Compared to those high-ranking members who deserted their posts in the face of battle, abandoning all the lower-ranking disciples to escape alone, and even taking away the entire sect's inheritance...
Their methods are far too naive.
They are too sentimental.
At this moment, everyone was filled with hatred, their eyes bloodshot, wishing they could tear those high-ranking officials who had fled alive to pieces, yet they were helpless.
My heart is filled with helplessness and despair.
Then,
A Golden Core demon cultivator, his face contorted with rage and his breathing unsteady, could no longer contain himself. He leaped onto a high platform, looked down at his anxious fellow disciples, and shouted sternly.
The voice carried a resolute air of "what's the use of trying?"
Fellow disciples!
Now we have no way out!
The sect's higher-ups have already absconded with the sect's ancient heritage and disappeared without a trace, clearly intending for us to stay behind and take the blame for them!
"If that's the case, why should we risk our lives guarding the mountain gate for them?"
"Why not activate the sect's protective formation and welcome the Holy Envoy from the Cultivator Association!"
We are merely disciples who remained behind; we have never participated in any acts of rebellion. As long as we submit and cooperate with the investigation, there is still a glimmer of hope for us.
They wouldn't end up dead, their soul scattered and their spirit destroyed!
These words instantly struck a chord with everyone, and a moment of silence fell over the audience.
Immediately following this were a chorus of agreement, a groan of resignation born of despair:
"That's right!"
We cannot die in vain!
"Activate the grand formation! Welcome the Holy Envoy!"
"We're willing to cooperate with the investigation, just to be spared!"
"Welcome the Holy Envoy!"
this moment,
Completely abandoned and with nowhere to turn, the Blood Fiend Sect cultivators instantly reached a consensus, no longer harboring any intention to resist.
Then,
The demonic cultivators quickly suppressed their malevolent aura and gathered before the control panel of the sect's protective formation, their expressions incredibly complex.
There was resentment, grievance, and anger, but even more so, despair.
Without the slightest hesitation, they simultaneously raised their hands to activate the incantation, injecting spiritual power to control the array base to slowly rotate.
The crimson light that enveloped the mountain gate gradually faded and dissipated.
The churning river of blood gradually calmed down, and the bubbles on the surface slowly diminished...
The layers upon layers of protective formations were fully activated, revealing the original appearance of the Blood Fiend Sect's mountain gate.
Seeing this scene,
The Heavenly Pivot Half-Saint and the other Half-Saint powerhouses in the void all showed a clear look of surprise deep in their eyes.
Obviously!
They hadn't expected things to turn out this way.
Before they set off, they had already prepared for a fierce battle to break through the enemy lines.
After all, the Blood Fiend Sect's protective blood array was renowned for its formidable defensive capabilities.
Everyone originally thought that if necessary, they would have to use the formation-breaking jade talisman personally bestowed by the guild leader, and expend a lot of effort to break through the formation and eliminate the rebels.
But now, the Blood Fiend Sect has taken the initiative to activate its grand formation and surrendered without a fight. This smooth turn of events has completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
However, as the crimson array completely closed, the blood river's aura subsided...
The surprise in the eyes of the several semi-saints quickly faded, replaced by an undisguised joy.
They took down the Blood Fiend Sect without bloodshed, completing their mission while avoiding losses.
This is naturally the best outcome.
Immediately,
The Celestial Pivot Half-Saint's expression turned serious, his aura becoming increasingly imposing. He swung his large hand sharply, his voice booming like a bell, and issued the command:
"Follow me in!"
Strict control must be maintained at the front lines; indiscriminate killing is strictly prohibited, and each case must be thoroughly investigated!
As soon as the words fell...
The powerful members of the Cultivator Association immediately obeyed the order, and dozens of streams of light shot out, crossing the now-calmed blood-red river in an orderly fashion, and directly entering the Blood Fiend Gate.
Just as Tian Shu Half-Venerable and others were examining the cultivators left behind at the Blood Fiend Sect...
On the other side!
The void, like a mirror, suddenly ripples.
Outside the Wanxian Mountains...
The once clear sky suddenly became blurry and distorted, rippling out in circles of transparent waves visible to the naked eye.
The ripples were no ordinary disturbances of spiritual energy; wherever they passed, the space emitted a deep hum, and light was refracted.
Even the thin spiritual energy rising from the mountains below was disturbed.
It revealed disordered flow marks.
At the center of the tremor, space, like silk crumpled by an invisible giant hand, suddenly collapsed and spun inward, forming a deep, temporary vortex.
"Om-!"
The low rumble rose to a sharp tearing sound, and a colossal object was forcibly "squeezed" out of nothingness.
The bow is like a sharp shuttle, the hull is sleek and cold, gleaming with a dark, deep-sea-like golden luster.
The unique emblem of the monks' association is clearly imprinted on both sides and the hull.
The warship was enveloped in a thin, constantly flowing azure light film.
That was the outward manifestation of a high-intensity spiritual energy shield.
The residual energy it emitted caused the air within a radius of several hundred feet to crackle slightly.
As soon as the warship stabilized, dozens of hatches on its sides slid open almost simultaneously and silently.
"call out!"
"Whoosh—!!"
Without any further commands, streaks of light, each a different color but all imbued with a concentrated aura, shot out and quickly formed ranks in the air beside the ship.
The leader was a woman dressed in a moon-white palace gown, with a face as cold and aloof as frost.
She stood in mid-air, without any earth-shattering spiritual pressure blazing around her, but she naturally exuded an aura of majesty.
It seemed to be subtly in harmony with the surrounding world.
All the cultivators behind them subconsciously lowered their heads slightly to show their respect.
It was none other than the temporarily appointed Half-Lord Huanyue who took over as the head of the Law Enforcement Hall.
Behind her were nearly a hundred figures.
Among them, more than ten possessed auras as deep as the sea, some sharp and others profound, all being powerful True Monarchs at the Nascent Soul stage.
The rest were all highly skilled in magic and possessed inner divine light; they were all true masters at the Golden Core stage.
Such a lineup is enough to easily crush many small and medium-sized sects.
The Half-Saint Illusion Moon's gaze was cold and clear as it swept across the vast mountain range below, finally settling on the towering shadow on the distant horizon.
She gently raised her hand and pointed forward.
"Walk."
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every cultivator.
next moment,
With the Illusionary Moon Half-Venerable as the arrowhead, nearly a hundred streaks of light tore through the sky, leaving dazzling yet dangerous trails, rushing toward the enormous city that lay prostrate on the earth, like a sleeping ancient behemoth.
The city walls stretched as far as the eye could see, their high walls like mountains.
The array's spiritual light flickered in the sunlight, outlining its intricate contours.
Flying eaves and bracket sets, pavilions and towers, stand in neat rows, stretching all the way to the horizon.
Countless streaks of light, some strong and some weak, and various flying magical artifacts shuttled back and forth on the city's designated routes.
It is easy to see from this the amazing prosperity and vitality of this immortal city.
This is precisely the super immortal city, renowned throughout the inland regions, built in conjunction with the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.
Ten Thousand Immortals City!
The team led by the Half-Lord Illusion Moon moved with incredible speed and made no attempt to conceal their movements.
Ignoring the conspicuous spiritual light prohibiting unauthorized flight and the invisible array force field above the immortal city, they directly crossed the towering city walls and entered the airspace above the city!
"Who dares to trespass into the City of Ten Thousand Immortals!"
"Land immediately and submit to inspection!"
Dozens of sharp beams of light instantly rose from various parts of the city below.
Most of these cultivators were at the Golden Core stage, with the leaders even reaching the early Nascent Soul stage.
They were dressed in the standard law enforcement robes of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, their faces showing shock and anger.
Since its construction, no one has ever dared to conduct such blatant, collective illegal flights in Wanxian City.
This is a blatant provocation against the majesty of the Myriad Immortals Sect!
however,
Their shouts hadn't fully spread yet...
A clear, calm, yet undeniably authoritative voice instantly resounded throughout every corner of the Myriad Immortals City, spanning hundreds of miles.
It rang clearly in the ears of every cultivator:
"I am Huan Yue, the newly appointed Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Cultivators' Association."
The invisible pressure brought by the words "Lord of the Law Enforcement Hall" instantly sent a shiver down the spines of all the cultivators in the Immortal City who were waiting to see the spectacle.
Then.
That cold, clear voice came again.
"We have come today to purge the remnants of the rebellious revisionists."
"I hereby order that the City of Ten Thousand Immortals shall be temporarily taken over by the Cultivator Association."
"period!"
"Anyone who violates the Immortal City's prohibitions will be dealt with to the fullest extent of the 'Cultivator Association Emergency Control Law'."
Regardless of identity or background, there will be zero tolerance.
The moment the last word fell...
Standing atop the city center, the Half-Saint Illusion Moon's aura, which had always been restrained, now spread out without reservation.
It was not a violent impact.
Instead, it's a more unsettling "momentum," as if the entire sky has frozen and sunk.
The clouds stopped, and the wind ceased.
The spiritual light from all the active arrays in the city below dimmed simultaneously.
Countless low-level cultivators felt a tightness in their chests, and the flow of their internal magical power instantly became stagnant.
Those Wanxian Sect law enforcement cultivators who took to the air to intercept them felt as if they had been struck head-on by an invisible mountain; their escape lights shook violently.
Those with lower cultivation levels turned pale and nearly fell from the sky.
The power of a half-saint is truly astounding!
Although it hasn't actually made a move, it's already beyond the capabilities of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
next moment,
The dozens of law enforcement cultivators from the Myriad Immortals Sect froze in unison.
His initial shock and anger were quickly replaced by horror, hesitation, and finally fear and submission.
The leading Nascent Soul Enforcement Elder's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just took a deep breath.
He then bowed to the moon-white figure in the air, and without hesitation, he took the lead in pressing the escape light, landing back on the ground street, standing with his hands at his sides, showing no intention of obstructing them.
Even the enforcers of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect acted this way, so what about the other cultivators in the city, regardless of whether they were disciples from various sects?
Since they were independent cultivators who had been operating here for many years, no one dared to make any unusual moves.
A variety of gazes, some open and some hidden, stared with awe at the murderous-looking association team in the air.
And that aloof palace master who seemed like a fairy descended from the moon palace, yet held the power of life and death.
Monks' Guild!
That was the highest authority and violent institution in the true sense, ruling over the human cultivation world and bringing together the strongest people of the human race.
Offending a major sect might allow one to flee overseas or hide in a remote mountain!
But once you're on the cultivators' association's wanted list, you're truly trapped with nowhere to turn.
There is hardly a place for them to live throughout the entire territory of the human race and even in many known outer realms.
Besides,
The aura of this Palace Master of Illusion Moon... is truly terrifying.
Just a fleeting glance from his gaze sent shivers down my spine.
Like an ant gazing at the sky, it cannot muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
The city fell into a brief, deathly silence.
But beneath this silence, countless divine thoughts were secretly intertwining, colliding, and discussing.
"Hiss—the Enforcement Hall Master of the Cultivator Association!"
He's a newcomer!
I had only heard of her before, but today I actually saw her with my own eyes... She was actually a female cultivator?
And this power..."
"It's more than just the Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level!"
The sense of pressure I felt from this senior was far greater than that of the True Lord Li Huo of the Crimson Cloud Sect, whom I had the privilege of meeting from afar back then!
"True Lord Li Huo is a great expert in the late Nascent Soul stage!"
"···"
...(End of this chapter)