"Master, we're here!"
"Fatty, you okay?"
"I'm fine. Just got stabbed a dozen times or so. I won't die."
"Good. As long as you're not dead. Let's fight our way out."
"Okay."
"Kongkong, stay close."
"Mhm..."
...
"It's the Little Grand-Uncle! The Little Grand-Uncle has come to save us!"
"The reinforcements have arrived! You monsters, do you still have the will to fight?"
"We were waiting for the Little Grand-Uncle. What were you waiting for? To die?"
...
"Xiaoxiao, Qianqian, are you two alright?"
Lin Qianqian shook her head.
Yao Xiaoxiao also shook her head.
"Let's go. We need to find Lu Yuan and the others."
Lin Qianqian nodded.
Yao Xiaoxiao nodded as well.
On the first day of slaughter, in just two hours, the merit points on Xu Xian's palm had already reached several thousand.
Of the Eight-Direction Platforms, excluding the one where Lu Yuan and Xiaoxiao were located, he had fought his way through six full circuits.
He was only one short of achieving the feat of going seven times in and seven times out.
The Wendao Sword Sect had suffered heavy losses. Many disciples were dead, and even more were injured. Even Zhang Yang had been stabbed over a dozen times.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang came from a blacksmith background and was tough enough; otherwise, he likely would have collapsed in a pool of blood long ago.
On the way to retreat.
Xu Xian took the initiative to carry the big guy on his back, cursing him with annoyance, "Are you out of your damn mind? Everyone else knows to wear armor, yet you go shirtless? Do you think it looks cool? Now you've been stabbed, you idiot."
Zhang Yang felt a bit embarrassed and gave a bitter, weak smile. "I just thought showing off my muscles would intimidate the opposition. Who would've thought those guys would be so fierce?"
"You knew they were fierce, yet you still didn't wear armor?"
Zhang Yang replied somewhat defensively, "I wanted to wear it, but my storage bag stopped working later on, and I couldn't get it out."
Xu Xian was truly speechless.
What kind of ghost logic was that?
What the hell was he doing earlier?
He was truly a simpleton.
It was both infuriating and hilarious.
"Couldn't you have stripped it off someone else?"
"I got stabbed right as the fight started..."
Xu Xian said nothing more and simply led the group forward at a sprint.
Chu Yi.
Kongkong.
Xiaoxiao.
Qianqian.
They guarded the flanks and cleared the path ahead as the group headed straight east to meet up with Lu Yuan.
As he lay on Xu Xian's back, Zhang Yang couldn't help but recall the scene when they first climbed the sword pool.
That year.
He had been carried up to the Tianjian Pool by Xu Xian.
Many years later.
Once again, he was being carried out of a pile of corpses by Xu Xian.
His thoughts were complicated.
He lowered his eyes, feeling a deep sense of self-reproach for his mediocrity for the first time.
The chaotic battlefield had shifted from the platforms to the long bridges, and then from the long bridges to the mountains and wilderness...
Several long bridges had long since been stained red with blood.
In the wasteland beneath the bridges, corpses that had fallen and remained motionless could be seen everywhere.
Giant, bleached bones were dyed red by the rain of blood.
Upon the platforms.
It was a complete sea of blood.
Various forces, much like the Wendao Sword Sect, were seeking advantages and avoiding harm. After experiencing this cruel slaughter, they began to congregate rapidly.
Small factions chose to form private alliances.
As for some rogue cultivators.
They either ventured deep into the burial grounds to hide themselves or blended into the crowds of large forces to seek safety in numbers.
This slaughter had forced them to recognize a reality: they were simply not worthy of laying a finger on this so-called immortal opportunity within the Emperor's Tomb.
It was a struggle just to kill a few enemies, yet those geniuses and monsters had already killed thousands in a single day.
Those guys weren't human.
Every one of them was a walking killing machine.
Setting aside Xu Xian of the Wendao Sword Sect who had swept through the entire field, several mountain and river spirits and those with demon immortal bloodlines were even more ferocious.
Some even ate people, devouring raw flesh and drinking blood.
Just a distant glance was enough to make one's skin crawl.
Now, they only wanted to save their lives, huddling together to ensure they could survive the remaining nine days.
They were waiting for the Emperor's Tomb to open.
They would run as fast as they could.
They would go as far as possible.
To hell with the immortal opportunity. If they were ever this greedy again, they would be dogs.
This was their most honest thought at the moment.
For most people, everything else seemed utterly insignificant in the face of life and death.
The confidence and arrogance they had displayed outside the Emperor's Tomb had long since vanished.
High spirits?
That was in the past.
Of course.
There was still a group of madmen who were slaughtering wantonly, excited, stimulated, and full of anticipation, attempting to carve out a Great Dao through killing.
They sought to obtain that so-called immortal opportunity.
This was a feast belonging to madmen. From the very beginning, the grey-robed phantom had said to go completely mad...
This slaughter was not without an audience. In an unknown corner of Fanzhou, a pair of eyes was silently watching everything through the two blood-red suns.
Xu Xian's figure naturally fell into his gaze.
Simply because the youth was too dazzling.
Fighting a bloody battle across six platforms.
Dominating more than half of the burial grounds—such a record was truly brilliant.
Furthermore, he was busy saving people. If he had let loose and focused purely on slaughter.
He couldn't imagine what kind of wild dance that would have been.
Perhaps the points in his hand would not just be a few thousand.
It should have been tens of thousands.
After ten days of slaughter.
He would certainly be at the top of the rank.
There was more than one person with such strength.
Seeing so many good prospects at the start, he felt quite gratified.
An acquired sword body, a Taiyin Immortal Body, an Immortal King clone, a true dragon bloodline... and so on.
For a mere Fanzhou to have so many peerless geniuses truly made his eyes light up.
Although.
Since ancient times, on the eve of a great catastrophe for a world, great talents are naturally born carrying the world's final traces of fortune.
However, instances like Fanzhou were rare.
At the same time, he was also anticipating whether there were even more excellent prospects hidden in the shadows.
He was already growing a bit impatient.
On the other side.
Xu Xian led his group and successfully met up with Lu Yuan. After a brief period of rest and regrouping, Xu Xian led all the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect deeper into the burial grounds.
Finally, under the detection and searching of the Little Book Spirit.
Xu Xian found a tortoise shell.
The tortoise shell was as massive as a mountain.
The meat inside had long since decayed, leaving only the white bones and the shell to merge with the world, forming a massive cave.
For Xu Xian, this was a natural sanctuary.
The tortoise shell was a natural barrier. Without spirit qi, it was absolutely impossible for any being to cut through it. Even he himself could not break it without summoning the Sword Tower.
By simply guarding the few entrances and exits, they could rest without worry.
Xu Xian gestured for the members of the Wendao Sword Sect to enter.
"We'll settle down here."
The Wendao Sword Sect disciples entered in an orderly fashion. Those in good condition began to clean up the interior, while the injured rested on the spot.
Lu Yuan silently leaped to the cave entrance, stabbed his heavy blade into the ground, and sat down to act as a sentry.
Soon, campfires were lit within the massive tortoise shell cave.
Although they had just experienced a bloody battle and morale was inevitably low, the disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect carried out their recovery in an orderly manner.
Their cohesion was beyond reproach.
The older ones looked after the younger ones.
The strong protected the weak.
Just as Li Qingshan had said years ago, the Wendao Sword Sect never had the concept of a dedicated dao protector. Whenever they went out, whether to perform a mission or compete for resources.
The strong were the dao protectors of the weak.
It wasn't just one person.
Nor was it limited to one instance.
Even Tu Kongkong and Xia Chu Yi took on the responsibilities of grand-ancestors, running back and forth, busy with various tasks...
"Clear this area out."
"A few of you go and see if there are any other exits."
"Who has a blood-stanching pill? He's not going to make it..."
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