The Grand Elder was meditating nearby, and he wasn't much better off.
Looking at this little girl, who was about the same age as his daughter, he felt a deep sense of kinship. Moreover, the little girl was his daughter's best friend, and they had gone through thick and thin together in the secret realm.
They will inevitably show some consideration.
Speaking of which, why hasn't the support arrived yet?
He could guess what the various sects were struggling with, but it was difficult to explain to the younger generation. They would definitely come, but it was hard to say how many people would come.
The first to arrive to provide support were still the major sects like Tianji Sect, Guixu Sect, and Xuanwu Sect.
As for the other sects, let's not even mention them.
"Something terrible has happened! The black mist has appeared, carried out by a skeleton!" A disciple rushed in to report the news in a panic, which frightened Xiyin and the others to death.
They had only rested for a short while when the demon army was less than a hundred miles away from the border town.
But the appearance of skeletons now is enough to show that a large army of demons has begun to advance this way. How can we stop them?
I once saw that White Bone Elder; its entire body was shrouded in black mist, like the Black and White Impermanence, leaving a trail of death wherever it went. It was clearly a demon god, and what was most bizarre was that it had no skull!
"Everyone rest, I'll take a few people to take a look first." The Grand Elder stood up and walked out, carrying a great deal on his shoulders.
He was the only one left with the highest cultivation level and the oldest seniority.
“I’ll go too.” Xiyin stood up, insisting on going with them.
"I'll go too."
"I also."
Soon, dozens of young and old cultivators stood up and went together.
Since they've come here, they're not afraid of dying. From the very first day they arrived at the front line, everyone knew that leaving alive was impossible.
"Alright, you few come with me. Xiyin, you stay here and watch over the wounded." The elder sighed helplessly. They were all good children, yet they were going to perish here.
Especially Xiyin.
What a promising talent! Yet he had to watch helplessly as his fellow students died tragically before his eyes, unable to save them.
His daughter is still in the sect; he doesn't know if she's come out of seclusion yet...
"Elder, I..." Xiyin still tried to struggle to get together.
"Listen to me, we elders can go. You still need to protect the children." The First Elder patted her head, comforting her affectionately. "If I don't come back alive, I'll have to trouble you to bring this to Wenru."
He handed Xiyin a piece of jade carved into a human figure, and then left.
With tears streaming down her face, Xi Yin clutched the jade tightly: "The Grand Elder will definitely return safely, he will!"
The elder laughed and laughed, then left.
On the way, he took out his jade pendant: "My daughter, Wenru, are you ready to leave the pass? Your father has faced the White Bone on the front lines this time, and I don't know if I can retreat safely. You must obediently listen to the sect leader, cultivate diligently, and strive to break through to the Mahayana stage as soon as possible to take over the sect."
Your father may have to go see your mother first. You are the most precious child in my life, so don't be sad.
The elder poured out all his heart.
He wasn't a nagging person, but he genuinely loved this daughter.
It wasn't just her hard work, but more importantly, her character—gentle and kind, like his wife, she was one of the most beautiful girls in the world.
The Grand Elder put down the jade pendant with satisfaction and embarked on his exploration journey.
It was less of a reconnaissance mission and more of a direct confrontation with the skeletons and black mist. Whether the remains would be intact was another question. As for returning?
It's even less likely now.
Border towns.
Black mist swept across the ground beneath the white bones, leaving nothing but desolation and death in its wake, while the demons behind them greedily devoured living beings and creatures.
"Aaaaah!" Painful screams echoed everywhere.
The saddest thing in the world is that when something bad happens, they are the first to suffer, while good things never come their way.
To live peacefully is their greatest pursuit.
But now, a great calamity has come, and although cultivators have come to save them, only a handful have arrived.
Because they all died on the way!
They were unwilling and dared not resist, and resistance would be futile; they could only let the black mist run rampant.
The Grand Elder unleashed his natal magic weapon, aiming directly at the skeleton. However, the black mist was too dense. Although his magic weapon was powerful, it could only barely hold back the attack for a while, and could not eliminate all the black mist.
Instead, it was suppressed. The killing move of the Mahayana stage was like a kite with a broken string, flying away and becoming useless.
In an instant, rivers of blood flowed through the land.
"Hahaha, don't you all claim to be righteous? Why don't you step forward? You can't even get close, what kind of righteous cultivators are you!" White Bone uttered a piercing voice, mocking the Grand Elder and several other cultivators' resistance.
The black mist surrounding the skeleton grew thicker and denser.
The Grand Elder had lost count of how many black mists and demons his sword had slain; he only felt his spiritual energy being rapidly depleted.
He must find the skeleton's weakness as soon as possible, or stop its advance; otherwise, he will be unable to fight due to depleted spiritual energy, just like before.
But......
They couldn't see through the skeleton at all. The ghostly thing's figure was unpredictable and extremely fast, completely blending into the black mist.
The elder's sword couldn't reach it; instead, the sword energy was swallowed by the black mist, and then he was sent flying.
"You think you can fight against the black mist just because you have the pure power of the White Dragon? What a joke! Even if she came in person, she would end up the same way. You are my kind, the very essence of the black mist, hahahaha!" White Bone laughed wildly, and the black mist around him grew thicker and thicker.
It seemed to be devouring the entire city, constantly growing stronger and increasing its influence.
Both the skeletons and the black mist seemed to enjoy the process of devouring other creatures. Each time they devoured something, they would empty everything within reach before spitting it out.
This created entirely new monsters.
The elder was both terrified and furious: "She is different from you, and you will never be her match!"
Seeing the standoff between the man and the skeleton, the few remaining cultivators were equally terrified:
"Damn it, what's going on?! It can actually create monsters directly?"
"What kind of monster is this skeleton? It's so powerful, we...we can't beat it!"
"Immortal Zijin, what should we do? We can't stop them any longer. If reinforcements don't come soon, these skeletons will eventually lead the demons to rampage everywhere."
The Grand Elder's face was extremely grim. He was not strong enough to kill the black mist. He could only defend passively and do his best to protect the mortals as they left.
He can kill monsters, but he can't kill them all.
"Hold on! Our children are still here behind us, we can't let them get through!"
He used all his spiritual power to fight back, unleashing attack after attack with his sword, but...
"Grand Elder of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, be careful!"
Just then, a voice reached his ears, filled with anxiety and worry.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Grand Elder was stabbed by the White Bone Tail, "Pfft," piercing through his heart.
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