Chapter 163 Mountain Crack "Are you talking about yourself?"...

"retreat--!"

Then Tu waved her wooden staff, and the many tribal members behind her moved backward in unison.

These people have all experienced the hardships of wandering through the wilderness and living a life of hardship, and each of them has a body as solid as a mountain.

Furthermore, since physical strength was highly valued in ancient times, and they were all at the Nascent Soul stage or above, their movement speed was extremely fast, and in an instant they were more than a mile away from the collapsing earthen wall. The young man, who was only at the Golden Core stage and specialized in array techniques, was lagging behind. He quickly made hand seals and lit talismans, trying to ride the wind, but a flowing yellow figure flashed before his eyes, and then the surrounding scenery rapidly changed.

It was Houtu who drew her to his side. The old woman's hands were rough yet warm, bearing the thick calluses and cracks left by years of cultivating the land. These were the hands of a laborer, bringing a sense of peace.

She belonged to the divine race and was naturally skilled in spatial arts, allowing her to freely traverse with Lin Yuqian. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the center of the plain, where they joined the others. At this moment, many tribes had already been summoned and gathered here. Their leaders included powerful human beings and divine beasts who had once served as totems and were now personally present in the turbid realm.

Amidst the howling wind, the pungent stench of blood filled the air. A horde of beasts surged forth, some ordinary wild animals behaving erratically, others creatures so dark their forms were indistinguishable. They charged down from the mountains, tearing and killing indiscriminately.

Lin Yuqian took the lead, joining the Tu tribe in setting up a large formation to slow down the beast tide and create an opening for the others to counterattack. The enemy army included many Nascent Soul Realm experts, and even those with lower cultivation levels were at the early Golden Core Realm, making them quite formidable for someone who had just broken through.

But whenever she felt a stinging pain in her consciousness and her spiritual power was about to be exhausted, a hand from another member of the tribe would press on her back, transmitting warm and profound spiritual power to soothe her sea of ​​consciousness, which was over-consumed from setting up the formation. Houtu was at the forefront, like a tall mother elephant, leading her believers—who were also her daughters—to resist the calamity together. The runes emitted a deep hum, just like the cry of an elephant herd caught in a fierce battle.

Lin Yuxian wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her expression returning to firmness. She focused her mind and energy once more, carefully sensing the vast and intricate array patterns beneath her, striving to contribute her strength. At this moment, she had forgotten that she was in the midst of a competition, and she didn't care about the outcome; she only had one thing on her mind.

That means we must stand together and defend this place. Wild beasts cannot cross the plains; beyond the plains lies the capital of humanity, which they have not yet had the chance to migrate to...

As a cultivator, Lin Yuxian was taught from her very first day at the Taihui Sect that the greater the power one possesses beyond that of ordinary people, the heavier the responsibility one must bear. Cultivators cultivate the Dao, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and possessing resources from all directions, not only for the sake of immortality, but also to protect the world.

Protect all brave and kind creatures, so that all living beings can walk their own paths and have a peaceful place to stand.

This is their mission.

Instantly, the young woman felt a surge of heat in her heart. She suddenly felt a warm liquid flow down her lips and cheeks. When she wiped it away, she realized that blood was flowing from under her eyes and nose. But she felt no pain. Instead, her mind was clearer than ever before, and her spiritual energy circulated rapidly, instantly propelling her to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

How could she have forgotten this teaching because of a powerful family or a few arrogant scoundrels?

I've also forgotten what my mother once taught me...

After hastily wiping away the bloodstains, Lin Yuxian shook her head. There were still faint red bloodstains on her face, but she had already raised the corners of her lips, revealing a bright smile.

She will never waver again.

The horns sounded, and the overwhelming shouts drowned out the howls of wild beasts.

With the sound of blood splattering, the battle on the plains began.

Bai Ze arrived swiftly, casting profound runes to restore the vitality of the soldiers and heal their wounds. Simultaneously, the pure white light transformed into sharp sword blades, raining down strikes that instantly decapitated several wild beasts. The dark creatures seemed particularly afraid of the holy white light; even a touch of it caused them to sizzle and burn.

But they don't howl or roll over; instead, they try their best to avoid it. If they can't avoid it, they won't, like other wild animals, show any clarity in their eyes before they die, or struggle to get up.

As they fell, these creatures vanished like black mist, without a sound. They seemed to possess no consciousness of any kind, their physical bodies simply returning to nature.

A group of tribal soldiers bravely stepped forward to fend off the enemy's iron hooves. Many disciples were also among them, giving their all. Spiritual energy shone brightly, intertwining into a long, luminous river—a truly magnificent sight.

On the ground, tribes such as Houtu, Bai Ze, and Yingzhao galloped about, seemingly about to flatten the earth. Tang Huairou was among them, her azure spiritual energy flowing and blowing like water and wind, transforming into a gentle drizzle that nourished all living beings; the other disciples, some wielding swords and others knives, were not afraid of the enemy's might, carefully listening to commands and orderly forming ranks to meet the enemy.

Time was limited, so the space for command was also very narrow.

But they seemed to be connected by a special tacit understanding, and even without hearing commands, they could handle emergencies in a tacit manner.

In the sky, tribes such as the Luan birds and Feilian soared upwards, spreading their broad wings to create a barrier against aerial attacks. The music, however, was unlike the usual gentle and soothing strains; instead, it coalesced into invisible blades, sharply piercing the dark birds!

A dark shadow rushed toward the source of the music like a shooting star. It was about to knock the red-clad youth who was playing the zither off the back of the five-colored bird when a wind blade slashed from the side and instantly annihilated it in the fierce sword energy.

The rider on the cloud-riding steed smiled, brushed away the remaining turbid air, and turned to shout:

"Ah Xiao!"

Yun Zhixiao raised her eyes, her fingertips lightly rubbing the strings of the zither, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, producing a musical note that added protection for Yue Qifeng and the spirit beast she rode.

"Thank you." Yun Zhixiao nodded slightly. "I will wait for you to fight me, Ah Feng."

Even with the protection of divine beasts and the rescue of healers, death on the battlefield has always been common. In the fierce resistance, death descends silently like white mist, spreading across the entire plain along with the smell of blood.

The beasts fell, their blood gushing and seeping into the soil. Soon, the blood of the others mingled with it. The ground gradually became slippery, and the beasts, seeing the blood, grew even more frenzied. The hearts of the students on the field grew heavy.

They weren't truly born and raised here; most had never even read the ancient legends, only heard snippets from their elders. Even those who had read the texts couldn't help but be horrified by the carnage. Rolling yellow sand, corpses strewn across the land, and beneath the bright sunlight, an inescapable chill permeated the air.

Blood stained the land, even a pebble would be stained crimson, like a shocking ruby. All living beings, whether broken or whole, striving or wounded, some were fortunate enough to be accompanied by family and friends, able to say a few words before they died; others could only fall alone, crushed by dust, and lonely meet their end, returning to the world.

A person who was just alive and well one moment has become a corpse that can no longer speak or laugh the next.

The Houtu tribe, which was at the forefront, was naturally not spared either. Lin Yuxian was anxious and saw many lives being lost. She immediately bit her fingertip to draw an array with her blood.

Even protecting them is a small thing... We can't just stand by and watch them die!

Many other students were the same, fighting steadfastly and bloodily. Even knowing that these people were merely phantoms, ancient beings who had crossed millennia and long since vanished into the river of time...

But they were fortunate enough to learn the names of these women who paved the way for all living beings in ancient times, and thus could no longer regard them as just names or lines of text, but as real, living people who wrote every stroke of history with their own blood.

Today, this history has been forgotten.

They wanted to know more—whether it was the glories of fallen heroines or the distorted history books...

The illusion gives people a grand, ancient dream, but that dream was also the present moment of people ten thousand years ago, only now it is long gone.

Suddenly, the wooden cane was placed in front of Lin Yuxian, bumping forward and knocking away her hand that was hovering in front of her lips. The boy was stunned, looking at the solemn old man in front of him with confusion.

Houtu snorted and said coldly, "Who asked you, young man, to sacrifice yourself! Others are still struggling to protect themselves, but you're rushing to exhaust yourself. Are you trying to die?" The old man's words were never very forgiving, but his voice was deep and resonant, like a bottle of strong liquor that had been brewed for many years. After the intense spiciness, a mellow gentleness slowly welled up.

Her expression softened slightly, and she tapped the ground lightly with her wooden staff to reinforce the array.

Houtu glanced around, sighed, and shook her head, saying, "Even as a deity appointed by the Heavenly Spirit Realm, fortunate enough to be considered a member of the divine race, I could not protect my children in the war..."

A divine power, as dazzling as yellow sand, flowed out.

"Because they won't always hide under my protection..."

As she spoke, Lin Yuxian looked into the distance and saw a woman dressed in the yellow robe of the Houtu tribe leaning against a large rock. She was severely injured and could no longer withstand Bai Ze's treatment, collapsing from exhaustion.

"War is always like this; when the wind blows, even the strongest earthen walls will be broken by the grass and trees within..."

But a figure rushed over, picked up the woman's body, and despite his unsteady steps, resolutely carried her back to the rear.

—They probably wanted to bury her. Lin Yuxian looked at them, biting her lower lip.

Houtu is the goddess of life and the mother of the earth. The tribes that worship her naturally venerate the land, believing that the soil is their best and most desirable final resting place. Legend has it that the custom of burial in the earth originated from this.

They will return to the earth and become wild grass that sprouts in the next spring.

"They will always move forward."

After calming down a bit, Lin Yuxian took a deep breath and said, "I understand, young man. Please allow me to lend you a hand..."

However, the sound of a sword piercing flesh suddenly reached my ears.

Her body moved faster than her mind; Lin Yuqian rushed forward to support Houtu as he slowly fell. The wooden staff in her hand fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Only when she held him in her arms did she realize that the old man was also weak. For a god, being injured at his peak was nothing, but she had maintained this great formation for far too long, pouring her life into it...

Until the beasts attacked, Lin Yuxian could still hear the women of the tribe talking and laughing, and Houtu would grab her ear. She wasn't good at hiding things, and as soon as she met Houtu, she revealed her identity. The old man wasn't surprised after hearing this, but just smiled slightly, and then beckoned her to help set up the formation.

There was no suspicion, no wariness. It was as if, to her, the boy's pure heart made him a member of her tribe, someone she knew every day. In that brief moment, she asked Lin Yuxian about the future of the crops, whether the land was still fertile, and whether the women were still living happily and peacefully…

Lin Yuqian was a little reserved at first, but then slowly began to speak: "Actually, many records have been lost..."

“It seems that you, too, were once mistaken for someone else. It was only through the efforts of a historian in the human world that you were able to return to your original identity as a female god.” She said as she thought to herself, “The ancient past is like an unfathomable fog to us.”

The old woman snorted in dissatisfaction, brandishing her wooden cane as if she wanted to give all those who had mistaken her identity a good beating, revealing a rare hint of resentment:

"These beasts!"

"Mother-in-law, please calm down..." Lin Yuxian rubbed her temples. "I will pay more attention in the future."

"Pay attention?" Houtu tapped the boy's forehead, her tone serious. "No, you must remember, the power to narrate must be in the hands of women. Whoever controls the narrative decides history. If you want to write your own story, you cannot relinquish it to others."

Seeing Lin Yuqian's blank expression, she tapped her forehead hard again, "Silly child! Do you remember?"

Lin Yuxian felt a little pain from the tap, raised her hand to rub her forehead, and said repeatedly, "I'll remember, I'll remember..."

At this moment, golden blood surged forth, staining the black robes scalding hot.

A familiar face then fell to the ground and was revealed. Lin Yuqian used her spiritual power to heal the old man's wounds. When she looked up and saw the person who had come, her gaze suddenly turned cold.

It turned out to be the same person who had provoked her at the camp earlier.

Its face was still beaming with elation. After carefully examining the golden blood on the blade, it laughed loudly, "This is quite extraordinary! Hmph, those dark-skinned things say this is the race of gods? How can it be so fragile!"

It was covered in dust and bruises, not like the others who fought bravely, but rather the scrapes and abrasions from a hasty and disheveled escape. When its eyes met Lin Yuxian's, it trembled violently, startled by the murderous intent in the young woman's eyes. Then, as if remembering something, it mustered its strength and said sharply:

"What are you staring at me for! Have you also gone mad from this dream, actually fighting alongside them? Heavenly fire is about to descend, and I'll take your life too!"

"You've defected to the enemy?"

The question was like a knife, slicing the man's smug face to shreds. He stammered for a long time, still speechless, then opened his arms and shouted:

"Lord Bifang! Send down heavenly fire!"

According to the ferocious beast it had previously followed, the Bifang would come to disrupt the battle, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. At that time, they could also use the opportunity to obtain what they wanted.

In an instant, it seemed as if the sun had bloomed, its radiance surpassing even the clear blue sky, and the daytime paled in comparison.

Above the sky, clusters of pale flames, like countless stars, fell majestically. Within these flames, one could vaguely see a mangled bird with red and white feathers fluttering its wings.

The Biyue bird finally reached the plains, and the blazing fire that scorched the sky followed.

The next moment, a scream erupted. The young man from the Lin family was about to laugh, but he sensed a familiarity in the scream and turned around in horror.

—For some reason, the wildfire didn't reach this area at all; instead, it fell behind the herd of beasts!

Its accomplices are hiding there!

Before the ferocious beasts could react, they were burned to ashes, and the few people involved clearly had no chance of survival. The smug young man's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"Huh? What kind of filth got in here?" A gentle voice, tinged with slight disdain, sounded from behind it.

Tang Huairou sat on Bai Ze's back, her brows slightly furrowed. She reached out and scratched the divine beast's chin, whispering:

"Although this thing looks like a human, it is not a human. Never trust it again, understand? Lord Bai Ze."

Bai Ze narrowed his eyes and said with disgust, "It looks disgusting. I didn't put it in. Some people are too kind-hearted."

Having said that, the divine beast slowly walked to Lin Yuxian's side, bent down, and gestured for the boy to hand Houtu over to Tang Huairou. It nuzzled Lin Yuxian's cheek with its snout, and wherever its white fur brushed against her, the tear stains and bloodstains disappeared.

"I will heal her, so don't get distracted." With that, Bai Ze let out a long, melodious cry and carried the two of them away. Tang Huairou hugged the old woman tightly and turned to Lin Yuxian, saying, "Junior Sister Lin, see you later! Don't lose the communication talisman!"

...Senior Sister Jinyu is such a worrywart. Lin Yuxian nodded and assured her, "I won't!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze shifted and landed on the person in front of her who was taking a step forward, as if trying to run away.

"Freeze." Lin Yuxian raised her hand and formed a hand seal, and array patterns appeared beneath the other's feet, binding its movements. In the struggle, the young man found that he could not break free of this restraint and could only move like a pig about to be slaughtered.

Its face was filled with panic, but after seeing a scene nearby, it forced a smile: "Hmph, anyway, a spell will transport me out. Even if you're filled with murderous intent, what can you do to me! One sword—"

It's just one sword strike; it won't hurt much...

Just one sword strike?

Before it could finish speaking, a blur of motion rushed towards its face. A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang in its ears, but before the pain came shock. The next second, the smell of blood filled the air, and its lips were filled with a salty, bitter taste.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few irregular objects bounce out.

A sharp pain struck, and the boy finally realized—

It was sent flying by a single punch from the boy in front of it. Its teeth were broken at the root, its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were dislocated, and a blurry, bloody mess covered its vision. In a moment, the boy had reached it, grabbed it by the collar, and threw another punch.

The blows were swift and decisive, the chilling thuds echoing across the battlefield.

The hard finger bones pounded against the flesh like a knife, initially accompanied by screams, but later only faint, broken words remained.

But the superficial wounds didn't convince the illusion that it was no longer able to fight. Lin Yuqian was clearly skilled in martial arts; realizing that punching would be dirty, she switched to knee strikes. It flew through the air like a ball, only to be swept to the ground by the boy's leg.

It's been so long since she used the martial arts her mother taught her...

Finally, realizing that the battle was at a stalemate and that no more time could be wasted, Lin Yuqian breathed a sigh of relief, released her sword, and, under the horrified gaze of the bloodied and mangled creature, slashed the blade towards its neck.

A flash of white light took away the young man before her. Although there wasn't much dirt on him, Lin Yuxian still cast a cleansing spell.

Her brows relaxed slightly, her murderous intent subsided, leaving only a trace of killing intent in her eyes.

As expected, we can't let it live; we must find an opportunity to kill it. Senior Sister Shen is right. She not only needs to deal with the people in the Taihui Sect, but it would be best to eradicate the entire aristocratic family from the roots, so that these scoundrels will not have the opportunity to harm others.

The sound of flames burning reached her ears. Lin Yuxian sheathed her sword and hurried back towards the tribe.

Above the sky, the white-clad youth sat on the back of Bifang, slowly advancing with her into the heart of the enemy army.

A woman's voice came from the bird's beak: "Why did you only send us this way, O Shogun? The original target was the plains..."

Wu Zhuyue hugged the large bird's neck tightly, carefully brushed away the sparks from her clothes, and whispered, "I've changed my mind. You can just burn this side. There are plenty of these things; you can't burn them all."

Below, pale wildfires were fiercely burning packs of galloping beasts, preventing them from ever reaching the front lines. Wu Zhuyue closed her eyes, gently leaning against Bifang, feeling the soft touch of the peace pendant around her neck, and sighed softly.

In this way, they will no longer be punished...

A bunch of foolish birds, oblivious to the fact that they're being framed, still serving those who banished them, all for the sake of returning to that ethereal homeland and hoping to be accepted back by the gods of the Celestial Realm...

Wu Zhuyue intuitively felt that the gods had no goodwill towards these crippled creatures—otherwise, why would they let them remain crippled forever? The entire god race was rotten to the core, so she might as well pretend to be the one to the end and use the name of the Overwatch Lord to exonerate the Biyue Birds.

Perhaps even her master was deceived; there must be more than one method to repair the Starry Sky. Once it's over, she'll tell Si Liuhua that many things about the gods are fake.

In this way, Master will no longer have to kill or hurt anyone. Someone as gentle as her must be suffering from this pain all the time.

If Bi Yue Niao has no other choice but to be deceived...

Let her create choices for them.

The situation improved; the heavenly fire did not fall on this side, but instead weakened the beast's strength. Although dusk had arrived, the fiery clouds were the color of joy, like the dawn of victory.

Bai Ze, who was taking Hou Tu to the rear and strolling across the battlefield healing everyone, suddenly frowned, his hair standing on end, and looked warily at the mountains.

The majestic mountain range is steep and rugged, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack due to its fragmented terrain. It is said to be inhabited by many evil spirits, and a flood that once nearly destroyed the world also flowed down from this mountain.

Thus, the mountain range was named Buzhou Mountain.

At this moment, clouds and mist gathered on the eerie Buzhou Mountain, and the setting sun, like thick blood flowing through it, illuminated the bottomless ravines, radiating an eerie glow. Bai Ze took a few steps back, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

It can't be—

As if its prediction had come true, a great burst of blood appeared, and a deafening roar came from the towering Buzhou Mountain. In an instant, the mountain seemed to be torn apart by a tremendous force, and a huge black shadow appeared from it!

A powerful roar pierced through the clouds.

The sound alone caused many people to bleed from their ears. The weaker members of the tribe or clans were knocked to the ground, unable to move.

As the clouds and mist dissipated, both the high mountains and the setting sun made way for the giant beast that slowly emerged.

It has the head of a tigress, with tangled horns on its head, making it ferocious and terrifying. Its four feet are claws, it has huge wings on its back, and its tail is forked into two strands, which are actually long snakes that hiss and flick their tongues.

Bai Ze took a deep breath and murmured in disbelief, "How could this be..."

As a highly special divine beast in the Celestial Realm, it could foresee the grand trends of the past, present, and future. Naturally, it had once sensed some omens during a divination—the divination told it that Mount Buzhou, a symbol of calamity, would give birth to its child. This being would descend from the mountain as if giving birth, possessing immense power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

The other students who came in from the outside world could also sense that the ferocious beast in front of them had unfathomable cultivation, even surpassing the Nascent Soul Realm.

None of those present, whether gods or humans, could contend with it.

Even its breath was a deadly weapon, claiming countless lives in the blink of an eye. Flashes of white light continued to appear, and the number of people on the plains gradually dwindled.

Seemingly quite satisfied, the beast let out a low growl. It didn't speak, but the others understood its meaning—

“A weak race.”

"It won't leave a trace even if you crush it."

Despair crept in. Feilian was unable to spread its wings due to its oppressive aura, and the Luan bird fell injured. Bai Ze struggled to his feet, quickly considering a solution. At the same time, Tang Huairou and Lin Yuxian were also discussing the matter using communication talismans.

"Since it's an illusion, there must be a way to break this illusion..."

Before they could react, the ferocious beast opened its mouth and spat out a mouthful of scalding flames. The flames were azure, and before those below could even react, their figures were engulfed and vanished. But it was not satisfied; it continued to expand, swallowing those behind it as well—

In just a moment, the entire front line collapsed.

The heat spread, and even those far away felt their skin scalding and were forced to bend over in unbearable pain. The scent of death swept over them once more, and just as everyone was in despair, they heard a faint, soft sound.

A drop of water fell down.

Then, the water multiplied from a single drop to several drops, gathering into a refreshing downpour that extinguished the flames, dissipated the heat, and soothed people's pain.

The bloodstains were washed away and dissolved into the soil.

Someone looked up and shouted joyfully:

"It's Kunpeng! Kunpeng has arrived!"

Legend has it that a race of gods, capable of soaring through the heavens and plunging into the earth, appeared in the sky, blotting out the sun. On the head of the leading Kunpeng, stood a small, soft pink figure.

"Hmm? You said Bifang and the others went to the back... Okay. Anyway, let's put out the fire first! Didn't you brag to me that you're not only good at swimming, but also very agile in the air?"

The boy lowered his head and talked to the docile bird.

"Yes, now it's your time to show your skills! Dodge the attacks of that messy thing and bring down the rain."

Just as she finished speaking, a burst of flame suddenly spewed from the beast's direction, narrowly grazing her cheek and causing sparks to fly from her hair. Lu Changqing remained unfazed, raising her hand to extinguish the flames. Ignoring her singed hair, she crouched down and forcefully patted Kunpeng's head, saying, "Alright, let's begin! We're too late!"

By this point, most of the people they had originally agreed to fight with had gathered. However, the three of them were still nowhere to be seen.

The arrival of the Kunpeng brought rain, but it also ignited morale. After a brief silence, the plains erupted in commotion again, and the various tribes resumed their fierce battles.

They seemed unafraid of the beast's claws, even when it snapped a giant tree with a flick of its tail and the earth trembled as it moved, they still raised their troops and marched forward, determined not to let it cross the plains.

The shattered front line vanished completely, leaving only crimson. The boy who was retreating wanted to turn back, but he couldn't bear to see the cruel scene. He let his tears fall and resolutely joined the other soldiers in fleeing from the pursuit of the ferocious beasts.

The rain will bury these people, and their souls will return to the River Styx, where they will be free from suffering, and perhaps in their next life they will be reborn in a more peaceful time...

A branch of the tribe disappeared in the heavy rain.

The ferocious beast suddenly stopped, and sighed softly, as if with pity or mockery.

From its mouth came a muffled, low voice: "No need to struggle." Humanity is far too fragile to withstand being trampled. Mount Buzhou and a mysterious revelation commanded it to flatten all things in the world and incinerate all living beings.

It felt no remorse, for everything that existed before it was as insignificant as an ant.

As the blue flames burned, rainwater evaporated, no longer able to extinguish the scorching heat.

It's almost over—

At that moment, an arrow appeared out of nowhere, piercing through the clouds!

The ominous, man-eating flames sensed the fear even before their master, quickly weakening and extinguishing into wisps of white smoke.

The arrow struck the beast's fur and exploded with a deafening roar. The flames were dazzling, engulfing its form and illuminating the dim sky.

The scorching heat that brought death receded, replaced by a sudden burst of vibrant life, warming the entire field.

Immediately afterwards, several more golden rays scattered in mid-air, transforming into fine and sharp arrows that firmly imprisoned the ferocious beast's figure, preventing it from taking another step.

Following the direction of the sound, everyone turned around.

A horse galloped through the forest. On its back, the goddess drew her longbow taut. Behind her, a young man held a blazing flame that fused with his divine power, continuously condensing into golden arrows that were nocked onto the bowstring.

Behind them, a figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star, burning as it rushed toward them!

"No need to struggle?"

The young man's voice clearly contained a smile, yet it sounded exceptionally cold.

Are you talking about yourself?

One person recognized the voice and, overjoyed, wept, choking out:

"—Lord Lingguang!"

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Author's Note: I'm actually a little worried that if I finish writing the big battle here, there might be two more battles that might cause reader fatigue. But we'll see when the time comes (cheerful).

I've been writing for a long time, and I'll probably have to take a break tomorrow. There's just too much to write, so let's just treat it as two updates. It's a bit disorganized.

After the next chapter covers Teacher Xi and the senior sister, this part should be finished. It'll really be over. The next part will be team battles, but I don't think I'll write much about them.

I probably won't write about sex-themed battles anymore, including scenes with cannon fodder characters. I've criticized it enough; writing more makes me feel nauseous... even cannon fodder is disgusting...