What signs will there be when the world ends?
The answer may be - no.
On a very ordinary night, when everyone was about to rest, the moon suddenly shattered silently, and then the whole sky burned up, as bright as day!
After the shock of this, Nianshu's heart finally felt a sense of relief, a sense of "finally here." Without even returning her book to its place, she channeled her energy into a streak of light and flew swiftly towards the main peak. Along with her, her fellow disciples gathered from all directions. By the time she landed, many people were already standing silently in front of the main peak's meeting hall.
She was not unfamiliar with these people studying. They were the heads of various peaks in Yanjian Sect. In her impression, most of them were smooth-talking or slick-tongued, and could be considered as the more special existence in Yanjian Sect. But now, they all had serious expressions, stood straight, and exuded a terrifying aura, like sharp swords.
By the way, these talents are the real pillars of Yanjian Sect, while "direct disciples" like her are just rookies who have not grown up yet!
Nianshu adjusted her breathing silently. After a dozen breaths, she looked around and found that most of the "newbies" from the various peaks of Yanjian Sect had gathered in front of the main peak hall. There were many people, but the hall was unusually quiet.
At this moment, the entire sky seemed to have finally burned out, and the wind began to carry heat. Reading's heart began to become anxious again. Just when she was about to ask a question, the door of the conference hall, which had been closed for a long time, opened.
Jian Wushuang, the leader of the Yanjian Sect, slowly walked out, followed by the heads of the various peaks. The disciples in front of the hall focused their attention on them, trying to gather some information from their movements and expressions.
The scene became even quieter, and everyone seemed to hold their breath at the same time. The wind from the sky grew stronger, and the heat in the wind grew deeper.
"As you can see, the world has faced the greatest crisis in history." Jian Wushuang spoke slowly. His voice was soft, but everyone in the Yanjian Sect's territory could hear it. He looked up at the sky and continued, "This disaster is a hundred times more severe than the heavenly fire ten thousand years ago. If we are not careful, this world may return to nothingness..."
"Master, ten thousand years ago, our ancestors wielded a single sword to determine the fate of the world. Although our cultivation is not even one thousandth of theirs, we are willing to contribute our little bit." The first to stand up was Fu Guishan's eldest brother. He was the most experienced of all the "newbies" and could speak on behalf of all the newbies: "Give the order, we will not retreat a single step!"
"We will not retreat even a single step!" The other noobs responded in unison, as if on sync with one another: "Master, please give us your orders!"
Jian Wushuang's expression remained unchanged, but the heads of the peaks behind him had their eyes flickering with relief.
Hot wind slowly came from the sky, the monks' black hair and robes fluttered, and several unidentified objects fell in front of Jian Wushuang. Everyone looked over, and when they saw what they were, their faces changed.
The white phoenix, also known as the footless bird, is born without claws. It is a spiritual bird with a pure white body. Except for the female bird about to give birth, from the moment they learn to fly, they will never land again until they die.
The flying altitude of the White Spirit Phoenix is the highest among all birds. Therefore, they rarely encounter natural enemies. Even monks, even monks who are good at flying, rarely fly to that altitude.
But now, these white phoenixes are dead, their white feathers are almost burned, and there are still a few wisps of black smoke coming out of their bodies, emitting a pungent burnt smell.
Undoubtedly, they were the first race to be harmed in this disaster.
"Ahem, I'm afraid your wish today won't be fulfilled." Jian Wushuang coughed lightly and gently rejected the petitions of the group of newbies.
"Why? We are not afraid of death. We only wish to stand with the sect. Please grant us your wish, Master!" The eldest brother was shocked, and even his voice rose several degrees.
Before Jian Wushuang could reply, Liaogui Jianzun's somewhat irritable voice came over: "Because you little noobs are too weak, you are not worthy of going up there to die!"
After he finished speaking, the faces of all the disciples turned pale. It was not because their self-esteem was hurt by Daojun Legui's blunt words, but because they understood an important message from this sentence - this natural disaster was much more serious than they had imagined!
Sword cultivators were considered to be among the most tenacious cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation. Within the Yanjian Sect, aside from the strongest sect leader and peak masters, there were also some senior veterans. These "newbies" were considered to be the most talented and most advanced cultivators within the Yanjian Sect. If even they weren't qualified to fight this disaster...
What about the other monks? What about the mortals? What about the animals? What about the flowers, plants, and trees?
How long can these survive after the disaster is over?
Or, this disaster...will never pass!
"Master, what should we do?" Nianshu's voice was gentle and firm. She took a few steps forward and came to a position a few steps behind Senior Brother Fu Guishan. She bowed to the seniors in front of her and asked respectfully.
She did it on purpose. At this point, she didn't dare to think about it any further, let alone let other students continue to think about it.
The length of time the door of the main peak's meeting hall had been closed was a testament to how long the sect's seniors had been thinking. She thought they must have made various judgments, gone through various debates, and finally settled on the best plan. Now, they only needed to cooperate with everyone in its execution.
Feeling the hot wind blowing above his head, Nianshu knew that they didn't have much time left.
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