The black mist roamed through the village, constantly absorbing the life essence of the people, completely stripping them of their vitality and life force. It enjoyed doing this, feeling satisfied and happy.
Behind them, ancient demons, awakened from the abyss, leaped about, their cold and eerie eyes fixed on the village with a hint of greed and desire. Then, they all suddenly rushed toward the pile of corpses and the villagers.
Following the continuous surge of black mist, after a period of chewing and devouring, it continued its journey.
A cultivator who was not quite dead used his last bit of strength to send a distress signal to his sect.
They guarded the abyss for thousands of years, but in the end they still failed to protect it. The villagers they had tried their best to protect were also brutally murdered, and their sect... was nowhere to be found when they needed support the most.
The monk died in despair, his eyes wide open, unable to close in death.
The dragon bone, carrying black mist, killed over ten thousand people, hundreds of villages, and dozens of mountain peaks before finally stopping.
It wasn't that they were afraid to go on; rather, they had eaten and drunk their fill and were resting there, waiting for even more delicious cultivators to come to them.
A full month passed, and the dragon bones and black mist devoured many people before the sects realized something was amiss. Those who remained in seclusion or focused solely on cultivation paid no attention to the events unfolding in the Abyss.
By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late...
Inside the Heavenly Mystery Sect, the sect leader had been unable to contact the disciples and elders supporting the Abyss for several days. He was getting anxious: "Something must have happened in the Abyss. None of the people we sent out have responded. Even when we were busy slaying demons before, there was never a time when no one replied to our messages. What was bound to happen has probably happened..."
The sect leader sighed and immediately summoned everyone in the sect, including the disciples and elders of the Guixu Sect who had not yet returned, as well as Chixing.
After briefly explaining the situation, the sect leader said earnestly, "I will personally inform the other sects. Grand Elder, listen to my orders: you are responsible for leading five hundred inner disciples, while the outer disciples scout ahead. Bring your magical artifacts. If the situation becomes serious, you must report it first before trying to stop it."
"Akahoshi, what's your decision?"
Chi Xing was worried; he felt that things weren't that simple.
“Zhou Bai, this matter is probably quite serious. There has been no response from any of them, so it's likely that it's not just the outer areas that have fallen.”
"I'm afraid... the demons from the Abyss have crossed the border and entered the human realm. It's incredibly dangerous, and our people can't guarantee a safe rescue or retreat. This time, we really have to be prepared to sacrifice ourselves," Chi Xing said, his tone heavy.
The sect leader's expression was solemn. He said in a deep voice, "No matter what, we must cooperate fully to annihilate them. This battle must be fought no matter how difficult it is."
"If we don't fight, it's hard to say whether there will be a future for us."
Chi Xing's expression was grave, a hint of fear in his heart, yet he also seemed to have seen through life and death. Finally, he said firmly, "Yes, you all go and prepare. I'll have the elders who are in charge come out of seclusion first. I'll go first this time, and I'll signal you immediately if anything unusual happens."
"You...take good care of my descendants, in case I don't return."
The sect leader punched him directly: "What nonsense are you talking about? You have the same cultivation level as me, how could you not come back?"
The two exchanged a smile, and then both turned and left the main hall.
Chi Xing's figure appeared lonely. After so many years of knowing and accompanying each other, they had long regarded each other as family. The two sects were like one family, and there had never been any disdain between them.
The sect leader and the Grand Elder led a large group out of the sect, while the sect leader set off to give reminders to several other sects.
But nobody took it seriously.
It wasn't until the very end, when the elder who was in seclusion finally saw the message from the cultivator who died with his eyes open, that he realized something was terribly wrong!
When everyone tried to contact the stationed cultivators, they discovered that no one was responding.
The news of Purgatory had already spread throughout the mortal realm, and even the disciples who had gone out for training rushed back to report it. At first, no one really took it seriously, and it wasn't until a whole month had passed that it was finally noticed.
Only when the sect leader personally came to announce their arrival did they officially become members of the sect.
Only then did they realize how far the matter had escalated, and they sent people to investigate.
The runes that sealed most of the black mist's power in the Abyss became ineffective, releasing the most terrifying thing that destroyed countless innocent people.
On this day, the entire cultivation world was in complete uproar.
All factions in the cultivation world have gone mad.
Whether it's a sect in the mortal realm, or a major sect in the immortal realm, or
The powerful, hidden cultivation sects were all bustling with activity, dispatching personnel to clear the black mist and demonic energy from the mortal realm.
things.
Only then did everyone realize...
It turns out that the abundant spiritual energy during those years wasn't meant to help them fly better.
It was not an ascent, but rather a preparation for this real catastrophe.
However, they were so engrossed in cultivation that they paid no attention to the affairs of the human realm, and for hundreds of years they had not taken the changes in the Abyss seriously. Every report they submitted was ignored.
They also knew that cultivators had enjoyed the best things on the continent and therefore had to bear the corresponding responsibilities.
Therefore, it is imperative to leave the pass and safeguard the peace of the Three Realms.
Now, it's all too late. A great calamity is imminent, chaos is about to descend upon the world, and a great disaster is about to befall them. They have no time to care about others, and they can't even worry about their own sect's cultivation plans. They can only discuss how to salvage the situation as much as possible.
Within each sect, all the elders gathered to discuss countermeasures, but most elders remained reserved: observing and sending people to suppress the rebellion on the front lines.
There are quite a few who are afraid of death and cling to life.
Nobody wants to fight on the front lines when spiritual energy is at its peak, as it's a matter of life and death that could be taken by mistake. Who would be willing to take such a risk?
Meanwhile, the sect leader of the Tianji Sect sat calmly within the sect.
At this time, the elders of all the other sects were arguing, while the Heavenly Mystery Sect was the most peaceful.
Some disciples were even willing to go to the front lines to save the common people, even if it meant death, they would not let the demons destroy the Three Realms, the most beautiful human world, which was also their home.
The sect leader was unwilling; these children were not yet old enough to shoulder the responsibility, but were still the hope for the future.
He couldn't bear to see all the children below perish in this catastrophe.
He also witnessed the cowardly behavior of many other sect elders who dared not step forward, a sight that was both helpless, pathetic, and laughable.
They enjoyed the best of everything, yet they were also the most afraid of death.
It's a complete disgrace to the cultivation world.
The demon race even had their Demon Lord mobilized to lead the cleanup of demons, while these self-proclaimed righteous and orthodox cultivators cowered behind a child.
If they were from his sect, they would have killed them long ago.
Since it's useless, why keep it taking up space?
The sect leader is still very worried about Nian Wanzhou. He hasn't replied to the messages he sent her, and he's afraid she's swallowing black mist somewhere... He hasn't even replied whether she's alive or dead. What a brat!
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