Chapter 505: The Road Ahead
With the righteous victorious, all the demon cultivators from the Xuantian Sect—masters, experts, and great powers—were almost wiped out. Only a few managed to escape in disarray.
But don’t forget, there’s still a layer of Xuantian Mansion around Xuantian Sect!
It was easy going in but tough coming out. Xuantian Mansion’s net started tightening, clearing out any survivors with full force.
Hundreds of sect members, upon learning that both their chief and hall masters were dead, fled in terror.
Exposed to those guards, in just an instant, dozens of sect members were killed on the spot.
“Mercy!”
The fleeing demon cultivators had their heads mercilessly severed by the Longhu Army’s blades. Heads flew sky-high without mercy.
Their pleas for life were futile; in a fight between good and evil, leaving any alive would only cause future trouble!
Already down some members, dozens more met their end in the blink of an eye.
The remaining hundreds spread out in different directions, trying to escape.
The sect members had lost all will to fight. Since they failed, they might as well run—they didn’t need to throw their lives away here.
As for glory or fighting till death, those concepts meant nothing to demon cultivators.
They were extreme narcissists. Wasn’t life the most important thing?
“Kill them all! No one gets away! These disgraceful beings don’t deserve to live!”
“Kill!”
Xuantian Mansion’s Lord Tang Lijue looked down at the fallen demon cultivator corpses and blood, his eyes devoid of any compassion.
These tiny gnats, though weak, were too many in number. Dispersed sect members used various methods to flee, moving incredibly fast.
It was tough to wipe them all out with just Xuantian Mansion’s forces alone.
At this moment, an old scholar landed beside Tang Lijue. A brush soared from his Sea of Consciousness and flew into his hand, painting swiftly. Ink dripped and turned into soldiers, like beans turning into an army!
Confucian arts!
“Archers, shoot!”
The elderly spellcaster whispered. Next instant, the archers bent their bows and released their arrows!
Pew pew pew!
In a blink, dozens of sect members had their heads explode.
Following that, the old man flicked his brush again.
“Lancers, form ranks!”
A new batch of soldiers appeared, blocking the path of the escaping demon sect members!
“Swordsmen, advance!”
A new wave of swordsmen materialized, trapping the fleeing sect members.
The cries of slaughter rang out. The escaping sect members were utterly demoralized, with cries of distress and pleading.
The elderly Confucian mage sneered. Such a joke!
Tang Lijue glanced sideways.
This senior spellcaster, who had plateaued at the yuan ying stage for years, found new excitement when he started studying Confucian arts after dabbling in them over the years. Even his cultivation bottleneck seemed to have loosened, rejuvenating him like spring.
This ink-to-soldier technique was a handy tool, even if individuals were weak—it suited the chaotic battlefield perfectly.
Of course, making a large number of soldiers required enormous spiritual energy. Since Confucian arts consumed energy, it took a seasoned mage like the old man to handle it.
Tang Lijue had never shown much interest before, but after today’s battle, he felt the need to explore Confucian arts thoroughly.
At least, if he met another Confucian cultivator, he wouldn’t be at a disadvantage information-wise.
As Tang Lijue pondered, yet more fleeing demon cult members were taken down by the army.
Blood flowed like rivers!
The demon sect’s invasion was shattered, and the entire force perished!
All the elite forces that invaded Xuantian Mansion and Xuantian Sect were slain without a single survivor.
…
This battle finally sealed the fate of the demon sect.
But, the righteous forces paid a hefty price. Two great powers among the three who transformed into gods were lost, with their physical bodies and souls destroyed.
Another two suffered physical destruction, but fortunately, they managed to keep their soul intact. With a new body, they could resurrect.
Even the sacrifices of the higher-tier experts, including golden core cultivators… were nearly impossible to count quickly. Their sacrifices were made for the greater good of righteousness.
At this moment, in a secret hideout, Acting Chief Mo Xiangsi watched the outside solemnly.
Then, a spiritual message drifted into her mind.
“Miss, we’ve won.”
“Mm, I know.”
“As predicted, Miss said it would be so; we’ve achieved victory.”
However, Mo Xiangsi’s expression showed no joy, instead growing heavier.
It seemed it might as well have been the demon sect that won, not the righteous.
“Miss, aren’t you happy?”
“How should I put it… our road ahead will become increasingly difficult.”
“Miss, why do you say that?”
Mo Xiangsi shook her head, “Our world is too small, and the struggles inside mean nothing now that the gates have been flung open. We’ll face mounting challenges and difficulties. Most importantly… what I know ends here.”
She didn’t know what lay ahead.
That day, her brother left her a final clue.
The road ahead could only be navigated by herself now.
Good news was that they had their first person completely mastering the Great Way.
First brings second, then third, and on like bamboo shoots after rain—more great powers will emerge.
Someday, the Dao-Integration Supreme will return!
As she thought of this, Mo Xiangsi couldn’t help but look toward the Immortal Ascension Platform.
Gradually, peace returned to the celestial order. Seated on the ground, Cultivator Youyue adjusted her breathing. Just now, in response to the threat posed by the five sect leaders’ self-destruction, she was forced to utilize the secrets of the Moon’s Great Way.
She had just achieved enlightenment, making her most vulnerable. Grasping onto a new great power and suddenly unleashing its secrets, she almost damaged her source energy.
Fortunately, she was not seriously hurt.
However, she needed days to rest and possibly up to a year or two to fully stabilize.
Qin Wushuang and other great powers were also treating their wounds. No one had come through the fight lightly, and the demonic methods had seriously eroded their bodies. They were almost entirely combat ineffective.
Actually, Cloud Zhonghe and Mu Jixue were just as spent.
After invoking the Sword Great Way, Cloud Zhonghe also suffered a backlash.
Just like last time, opening heaven resulted in fainting after a major battle. This time, he was wobbly, nearly falling to his death after dropping from mid-air. It took Mu Jixue using her last strength to spread an ice wing, then she caught Cloud Zhonghe and landed safely.
The scene right then felt just like their time in the Blood Pool illusion.
Cloud Zhonghe’s heart fluttered unexpectedly.
He was a bit embarrassed to talk, feeling a bit nervous.
Not good. His secret with the Sword Great Way was outed.
