Is it worth it?
Inside the Ancestral Mountain Grotto-Heaven, one year had passed. Xu Xian's realm had already reached the seventh stage.
His cultivation speed was already godlike, but even so, it was still too slow...
At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on a stone platform.
Before him,
not only was Shuer hovering in the air, but a mass of black mist—which only he could see—was also swirling around.
The black mist would sometimes disperse into a thin veil and sometimes coalesce into a solid cloud, occasionally forming a hideous, distorted face.
Slightly further ahead,
an azure light curtain fell from the ceiling of the cave, connecting to the ground. Inside the light curtain, various scenes were unfolding.
There were massive cloud boats sailing through the sky.
There were enormous behemoths trekking across the wilderness.
Banners filled the sky,
and the crowds blotted out the sun.
It was a vast, dark mass of people and creatures.
Snarling beasts, howling demons, mocking humans, and arrogant devils...
Those who should have come,
and those who should not have,
they,
they had all come!
The Twilight Emperor was chattering and nagging incessantly.
“Come, Little Xian-Xian, let’s make a bet. Tell me, how long do you think they can hold out? Three days? Ten days? It can’t be any longer than that, jie-jie-jie...”
Xu Xian ignored him.
From beginning to end,
Xu Xian had rarely responded to him.
“Silence won’t help you. This time, they won’t hold back. After all, they were hesitant last time and lost. They have to learn from their mistakes, don’t they?”
Xu Xian remained silent.
“Look, even the demon race has come. Tsk tsk, quite a lot of them, too. There must be at least a hundred thousand. Aren’t you the Demon Son of the Demon Abyss? It seems they’ve betrayed you as well.”
“You’ve truly fallen on hard times.”
“How does that old human saying go?”
“The poor are ignored in the bustling market, while the rich have distant relatives in the remote mountains...”
“No,”
“that doesn’t seem quite right.”
“Let me think...”
“It should be,”
“In times of downfall, one sees the truth of hearts; once fallen, one is shunned by ten thousand...”
“Hahaha!”
“That’s the one...”
“...”
Xu Xian’s expression remained unchanged, but Shuer was fuming with rage.
The look in its eyes as it stared at the black mist,
it wanted to tear him to pieces.
But the other was merely a remnant soul,
immune to physical attacks. It could only watch helplessly.
“Look, look! The fighting has started.”
“Exquisite!”
Xu Xian finally opened his eyes and looked up slightly. In one of the illusions within the light curtain, a slaughter was in full swing.
Outside the mountain gate.
Thousand Sects and Ten Thousand Races—demons, monsters, humans, and spirits—launched a combined assault. Their battle cries shook the heavens, and streaks of light rained down like a torrential storm.
Tribulation transcendence experts served as marshals.
Great ascension experts served as generals.
Cultivators of the seventh and sixth stages served as the rank-and-file soldiers.
Millions of cultivators were attacking the Wendao Sword Sect.
The Wendao Sword Sect activated its arrays, and one hundred thousand disciples stood before the mountain to meet the challenge.
Outside the mountain,
the myriad races shouted,
“Trample the Wendao Sword Sect!”
Inside the mountain,
the disciples roared,
“Fight to the death! No retreat!”
The powerhouses were the first to clash.
Jiang Wanyin summoned the River of Heaven once more, and swords descended from the sky.
Lei Yunche’s Startling Thunder left its sheath, accompanied by a deafening roar of thunder.
Yao Xiqiao unleashed a prairie fire that scorched the heavens and covered the earth.
Lin Fengmian sacrificed his blood banner, solely suppressing ten thousand demons.
Ye Xianyu’s Extreme Cold Sword Intent summoned a raging blizzard.
The ancestors of the Three Sects,
ten demon immortal spirit bodies,
the saints of the Three Sects,
Bai Ze of the East Desolation,
the old monsters of the spirit race,
the twelve demon gods,
dozens of saints,
and hundreds of great demons,
all rushed toward the five of them in a massive wave. From the very first move, they unleashed their full divine abilities, showing their clear intent to kill.
The Confucianists sacrificed their Great Dao divine weapon, the Human Emperor Cauldron.
A certain spirit creature also utilized the Spirit-Devouring Bead, an artifact that had long since vanished from the world.
The demon gods underwent demonization and atavism.
The beast gods manifested their true forms.
The saints’ manifestations reflected across the heavens.
The demon immortals utilized their very essence.
In an instant, across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and ten thousand miles of sky, chaos reigned. It was a cacophony of thunderous roars, electric shrieks, rising winds, and swirling snow. A great fire scorched the plains, and celestial waters flooded the mountains...
Before One Sword Gorge,
the chaotic battle erupted.
The aftershocks were earth-shattering,
and the booming sounds were incessant.
Xu Xian, far away on the Ancestral Peak, could not only see it through the light curtain but could also hear it.
The cries of slaughter,
the hum of swords,
the sounds of collision,
and the thunderous booms,
all mixed together into a surging echo.
Inside the Wendao Sword Sect,
some disciples with lower cultivation were struck by the deafening noise before the fighting even reached them. Their internal energy surged violently, causing them to cough up blood.
But even so,
though fear rose like a tide in their eyes,
not a single person took a step back.
The powerhouses were locked in a stalemate.
The army of millions of cultivators,
followed closely behind to strike.
They bombarded the array wall and broke through into the sect.
The one hundred thousand disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect rose to meet them.
The three Guest Elders were at the very front,
and Sect Master Li Qingshan charged into the enemy ranks.
The Pavilion Elders slaughtered enemies in every direction.
Yao Xiaoxiao, Lu Yuan, Kongkong, and Chu Yi, who had long since entered the eighth stage, had also become the main force, each controlling a portion of the battlefield.
They could easily overpower great ascension experts,
and they could even hold their own against those at the tribulation transcendence stage.
Yao Xiaoxiao’s cold intent froze heaven and earth, and her Spirit-Sealing Seal ravaged the battlefield.
Lu Yuan’s true form overturned mountains and seas, his auspicious beast divine abilities sweeping across the fray.
The two little ones of the past had long since grown into graceful young women. Holding immortal swords, they feared nothing, moving like shadows as they charged and slaughtered with abandon.
Tu Kongkong, in particular, took advantage of her status as the descendant of the Tushan Immortal Fox. Knowing that these people would be wary of Tushan and wouldn’t dare to kill her,
she fought with wild, flamboyant energy.
She specifically targeted the strongest experts.
Even if she couldn't defeat them,
she would stall them and tie them down...
reducing the pressure on her fellow disciples.
A melee,
a chaotic war,
a fight to the death,
this was a conflict of the ages, a war of sect extermination.
As time passed,
the situation grew more dire.
The heavens darkened, the mountains and rivers shattered, and space itself began to crack.
The Longevity Bridge broke once again.
The mountain gate was breached.
One Sword Gorge was filled with debris, and howling turbulent flows swept through the Seven Peaks. The army of millions fought their way through the gorge and up toward the Main Peak.
Outside the mountain gate,
the battle between the powerhouses had yet to be decided.
Inside the mountain gate,
the chaotic fighting was inseparable.
The world was plunged into darkness,
and there was no greater despair than this.
Every inch of the mountains and rivers was stained with blood, and the mortal realm was in a state of utter unrest.
People were charging and killing,
people were attacking and striking,
fighting until death.
Inside the Immortal Pavilion, one by one, the everlasting lamps went out.
At the Sword Gate, one by one, the spirit swords returned to the peaks.
Xu Xian sat in the grotto-heaven, witnessing all of this.
His face showed no emotion, but the flickering light deep within his eyes betrayed his world-shaking rage.
The fall of each disciple,
the loss of every inch of the land,
the wretched screams that never ceased,
and the desolation,
amidst the blooming crimson.
An endless, haunting echo.
The Twilight Emperor’s mockery and ridicule never stopped, constantly stimulating Xu Xian in an attempt to shatter his dao heart.
He said, “Do you regret it?”
He said, “Are you in despair?”
He said, “How is it? Do you feel particularly useless?”
He said, “Does it hurt? The pain is only right. Feel it well; this is the taste of despair. It’s so addictive. They are all dying because of you, perishing because of you...”
Shuer told him not to listen to him.
Shuer also told him to leave quickly.
If he didn't leave now,
it would be too late.
Shuer also said that as long as there is life, there is hope.
As long as he lived,
he would surely be able to take his revenge.
But Xu Xian laughed.
A bitter, helpless laugh.
Revenge.
Against whom?
Against what?
Against this entire world?
Once the Wendao Sword Sect fell and the mountain gate was destroyed, these people would surely split open the sect and then, regardless of the cost, open the Sky Gate.
By then, would this world even still exist?
Who would he seek revenge against?
The Twilight Emperor?
This single wisp of a remnant soul?
Would there even be any point?
By then, everything would be gone...
He suddenly felt that,
the words the Twilight Emperor had spoken were not without reason.
Harming others ultimately harms oneself.
Just like now, these people who had gone mad and were attacking the Wendao Sword Sect did not realize that they were stepping closer to death, one step at a time, pushing the world toward the abyss.
They believed,
that they were fighting for a path to the heavens for their descendants and their races, not knowing that they were leading their descendants toward a dead end.
What could Xu Xian do?
He could do nothing.
Even if,
he were to walk out now and tell the truth to the entire world,
no one would believe him except for the people of the Wendao Sword Sect.
They would only think he was an alarmist.
Reason,
was never meant to be talked about.
The Twilight Emperor sensed the boy’s emotional fluctuations and took the opportunity to taunt him. “Are you disappointed? The world you fought so hard to save is now frantically destroying everything you cherish...”
Xu Xian looked at him indifferently. “And so?”
The Twilight Emperor said mockingly, “Is it worth it?”
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