Chapter 426 Drag Both Sides to Kill the Middle
Night Wind City is located in the southeastern hilly area of Yongzhou.
Similar to the central battlefield, countless remnants of the race roared across the sky here, like a surging tsunami relentlessly attacking the human cultivators guarding the mountain city.
At that moment, the sharp blades flashed like silver snakes, and various spells burst forth in the dark night sky, creating a dazzling spectacle.
Amidst the deafening roar, remnants of the race were continuously beheaded and burned, but human cultivators were also torn apart and shattered.
In just half an hour, the hillside was stained red with blood. Broken magical artifacts and the remains of the remnants of the clan were mixed together, and the strong smell of blood permeated every inch of the air.
At this moment, the Third Prince Mo Yuan, using the cover of night, stood alone high in the sky, and suddenly struck out with the power of the night in his hand.
Like a star from outer space, it was initially as thin as a hair, but the moment it left his fingertips, it unleashed a terrifying force like a meteor falling to earth!
The air seemed to be crushed by an invisible, enormous force, first becoming extremely stagnant, and then the surrounding energy spread out like a solid wall, bringing wind and waves for thousands of miles, accompanied by a deafening roar that shook the entire state.
Just as that wisp of starlight carrying the intent of destruction was about to sweep away the entire mountain range, cut through the defenses of tens of thousands of human cultivators, and crush everything in its path.
Suddenly! A burst of divine light erupted!
Behind Nightwind City, an inconspicuous low mountain suddenly exploded, and amidst the flying sand and stones, a smooth white jade stele, no more than three feet tall, crashed down!
The stone tablet appeared simple and unadorned, but the ancient Dao patterns engraved on it carried a strong divine might, with a majestic power that could stabilize the universe and suppress all laws, crushing the star beam fiercely.
"Please, Master Huo, make a move!"
"Buzz!!"
As Chen Luo shouted, Mo Yuan's eyes trembled instantly.
The next instant, the Five-Colored Cliff in the south of Nightwind City unleashed its celestial might, and a massive celestial bell pressed down upon the dense night.
On the bell, the phantom images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants, birds, beasts, insects, and fish slowly rotate, and with each rotation, the laws of the universe resonate with it.
As it roared past, the dense night air churned and splashed violently, like a cold pan being splattered with hot oil.
But when this celestial bell came crashing down with the force to shatter the heavens, it shattered only a wisp of an illusion that did not exist at all.
[A mirage]
Amidst the whispers, a beam of starlight once again crashed down from the west. Although this powerful starlight was crushed once more by the Dao Stele of the Chen Clan, Mo Yuan raised a cold smile.
From the very first battle, he knew one thing: neither of the two remaining Immortal Realm cultivators dared to personally take action.
Because their bodies were all decaying, they were capable of defending themselves, but not of threatening themselves.
Meanwhile, in the Sunset Mountains of Yuzhou, a large army of remnants of the ancient tribes was constantly raiding across the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.
Meanwhile, the disciples of the Dao Asking Sect roared across the sky, joining the battle against them.
Just like Prince Moyuan, King Esha, who was in this place, kept making moves from the shadows, but was constantly being smashed by the Immortal Cauldron of the Dao Seeking Sect and then hiding.
But he remained unhurried, quickly concealing himself after his attack, traversing high mountains and steep ridges, seeking another opportunity to strike, seemingly in no hurry.
"You cowardly rat, you wanted to seize the weapon, yet you didn't even dare to show yourself under my sect's Immortal Cauldron."
On the city of Sunset, where the wind and waves raged, Shang Xiyao stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on something as he uttered a single sentence.
"The Holy Son is wrong. This remnant race is nothing special!"
Several disciples of the Dao Seeking Sect following behind him immediately chimed in, "I don't think this battle will last long. They'll retreat again like last time."
Upon hearing this, Shang Xingkong, the deputy sect leader in charge of leading his people to resist the army of the remnant clan, couldn't help but stroke his beard: "It's not that simple. Their plan for this attack seems to be different."
Shang Xiyao frowned slightly: "Different?"
"Judging from their fighting intentions, their desire to seize the weapon is not strong. Perhaps this time, their only goal is Lingzhou."
"Heavenly Book and Divine Mirror?"
As they spoke, another colossal, world-destroying hand pressed down again from the pitch-black night, but it was instantly shattered by the immortal cauldron without any suspense.
King Esha's minister quickly concealed himself in the darkness and then reappeared on the other side.
In fact, what Shang Xingkong said was correct; they changed their plans this time.
The last time, two of them were near-immortals on each side, trying to seize the Dao Stele of the Chen Clan and the Heavenly Book of the Heavenly Academy, but they were repelled by the united human race.
This time, they divided the battlefield into three parts.
Mo Yuan and Er Sha's mission was to take the relatives and disciples of the Chen Clan, the Daoist Sect, and the Mountain and Sea Pavilion hostage, preventing these weapon wielders from leaving the place at will, so that the Second Prince and An Shi Wang Chen could seize the Spirit Mirror and the Heavenly Book.
After all, the Immortals of the Mountain and Sea Pavilion and the Dao Seeking Sect are not easy to deal with, but the weapon wielders in the central battlefield are only at the peak of the Upper Fifth Realm and a Divine Traveler.
Those weapon wielders at the peak of the fifth realm might still have the power to fight back, but those at the Divine Travel realm are ultimately a step behind, and in their eyes, they will definitely be a breakthrough point.
However, plans sometimes don't go as planned.
As the war continued to escalate, the swordplay imbued with divine might began to appear repeatedly in the central region. Upon seeing this, both Mo Yuan and Er Sha, on the eastern and western battlefields, frowned deeply.
"Using the Spirit Mirror to wield the Spirit Sword, that's truly remarkable."
In the night wind that danced wildly like knives, the deputy sect leader of the Dao Asking Sect looked north and stroked his long beard: "If it weren't for the great calamity of the human race, with Yan Shuye still alive, this generation of Lingjian Mountain would probably have prospered for a thousand years."
Upon hearing this, Shang Xiyao's gaze turned even colder: "She is indeed a woman of extraordinary talent, but unfortunately, she has poor judgment and chose a short-lived man."
"That's all in the past. For us cultivators, a few years is nothing. Why do we need to remember it so clearly?"
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Shang Xiyao was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at his uncle.
Shang Xingkong also turned to look at him: "No matter how good the dead were, they are still dead after all. That's the beauty of it."
Shang Xiyao's face darkened: "But she has already had a child with that country hermit."
"So what? Noble families have always only considered interests when they arrange marriages, let alone immortal sects."
Shang Xingkong turned to look at his nephew: "It is true that the human race has formed an alliance, but the key is whether there are close or distant relatives among them. Have you ever thought about whether the remnant clans would give their full support if they changed their allegiance and turned all their strength towards my Yuzhou, and what my Daoist Sect would do then?"
Shang Xiyao's eyes widened upon hearing the sound.
Ever since Yan Shuyi and Ji You went public with their relationship, this disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect has been speaking ill of Lingjian Mountain, but this emotion stems more from jealousy.
In reality, he knew in his heart that he still harbored feelings for that angelic woman.
So when his uncle said that, Shang Xiyao didn't actually have much resistance.
"What should the nephew do?"
"Although Yan Shuyi and You Yingqiu were able to stop the two near-immortals of the remnant clan, the problem is that two-thirds of the main force of the remnant clan's army is on their side, and the others in the city may not be in a better situation."
Upon hearing this, Shang Xiyao raised his eyes: "Uncle, do you mean we should go and provide support?"
Shang Xingkong looked up at the night sky with his hands behind his back: "Adversity reveals true character. In recent years, the Heavenly Academy has been facing a shortage of young talents, and its strength has plummeted to its lowest point since the passing of the old dean. This is a simple matter that can be easily calculated."
"Yan Shuyi is arrogant and proud, and I'm afraid he won't pay attention to my overtures."
"Of course she wouldn't care. This Master of Appraisal has had an unshakable Dao heart since childhood, otherwise her swordsmanship wouldn't be so outstanding. But don't forget, her father Yan Jingxiang has always been a smart man, and besides, the current head of Lingjian Mountain is still Yan Zhong."
As Shang Xingkong spoke, his gaze once again turned to the magnificent sword path to the north.
Among the five major immortal sects, the Mountain and Sea Pavilion is aligned with the Chen Clan, while the Spirit Sword Mountain is on the same side as the current Heavenly Academy. The potential risks of the Dao Seeking Sect are actually extremely high.
The fact that the remnant clan planned to use a two-pronged approach to attack the middle and defeat them one by one made him even more worried.
If one day humanity is unable to defend itself and someone has to suffer annihilation, they naturally do not want it to be their own sect. This is the way of chaotic times.
Beneath the rolling darkness, endless schemes dissipate in the wind.
Shortly afterward, endless soaring sounds suddenly rang out from the Sunset Mountains, and countless disciples of the Dao Seeking Sect soared into the sky, flying eastward to the Peach Valley Plain.
At this moment, fierce fighting is taking place on the Peach Valley Plain.
As expected, despite the magnificent spiritual mirror and the celestial book radiating immortal light constantly resisting the darkness, the main force of the remnant race was present, and the human race below still found it extremely difficult to withstand wave after wave of attacks.
Meanwhile, Qi Zhengyang, the peerless swordsman, was besieged by two generals from the fallen clans.
The other four hall masters of the Heavenly Academy, as well as the peak master and patriarch of Spirit Sword Mountain, were also blocked by the remnant clan generals and ministers, making it difficult for them to escape and lead their men to fight the enemy.
At that moment, a burst of dazzling light surged from the southwest, and countless members of the Dao Seeking Sect arrived through the air, joining the battle.
On the city wall of Taogu County, a replica of a celestial bell crashed down with a deafening roar.
Shang Xiyao arrived riding on a beam of immortal light, charging towards the front lines with overwhelming power. His incomparably majestic figure instantly caught the eyes of countless people.
In the autumn of the seventh year of Taiwu, many things changed with the death of someone.
As the inner demons of the Daoist Sect gradually subsided, he reached the Boundless Realm with the help of the sect's secret techniques and spiritual medicine. Moreover, the replica Heavenly Bell, which the Daoist Sect had retrieved from the Heavenly Dao Altar and returned to his hands, was used even more skillfully.
Amidst a deafening roar, the replica weapon, nurtured by the heavenly power for many years, unleashed its immense power, tearing a gap open in the vanguard of the remnant race.
Shang Lie, Shang Jin, and the other elders of the Dao Seeking Sect who had come with him suddenly attacked, taking advantage of the momentum to kill the onrushing soldiers of the Remnant Clan.
Upon witnessing this scene, the disciples of the Heavenly Academy, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Mountain, and the major families of Zhongzhou and Lingzhou were all slightly taken aback.
"That's... the lineage of the Daoist Clan?"
"There's clearly fighting in Yuzhou too, why would he come here to provide support? Could it be...?"
In the brief moment of respite, the slightly stunned crowd couldn't help but turn their gaze to the red-clad celestial being in the distance, holding a spirit mirror in her left hand and a spirit sword in her right, her beauty breathtaking.
Since the Dao Discussion Conference in the seventh year of Taiwu, the Dao Seeking Sect and the Spirit Sword Mountain have been at odds, and should not have offered righteous assistance.
But they just happened to appear here, at the perfect time, making him feel as if he sensed something in an instant.
Yan Jingxiang, who was surrounded, also saw Shang Xiyao's figure in the distance. His expression was the same as the others. He was stunned for a moment, but soon his eyes revealed an incredible surprise. He completely forgot that he was in the midst of a killing trap.
It was in this moment of shock and uncertainty that an iron fist carrying immense power pierced through the air and struck, its heavy killing intent instantly enveloping the entire space around him.
Amidst a deafening roar, the powerful fist rapidly magnified in his suddenly terrified pupils, and the shadow of death loomed over him.
"not good!"
Yan Jingxiang cried out in alarm. In his haste to parry with his sword, it was too late. He could only envelop his entire body in various spells and unleash his natal sword technique to prepare to withstand the punch from the remnant clan.
However, at the critical moment, in the distant sky, the replica immortal cauldron suddenly emitted a deafening roar, transforming into a stream of light that descended from the heavens, carrying the magnificent power to suppress the eight wastelands, crushing the remnant clan's fist force while blasting it back.
"boom--!"
With a loud bang, the remnant of the clan, who had charged forward with his fists, was sent flying backward from the mountainside, crashing violently into a section of the cliff.
Upon seeing this, Yan Jingxiang, still shaken, looked up towards the northwest and saw Shang Xiyao nodding respectfully at him.
boom--!!!
As the reinforcements from the Daoist Sect were fully deployed to the battlefield, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the entire central war zone began to boil.
Burning spiritual flames and boiling baleful energy tore the sky into fragments of light and shadow, while sword light carrying the majesty of the Heavenly Dao cleaved through the clouds, and the Heavenly Book, unfurled with ancient inscriptions, roared in the wind.
Amidst this magnificent attack, the sword qi wall stretching for hundreds of miles and the dense network of laws interwoven with countless spells burst forth with a brilliance more dazzling than the blazing sun above the Peach Valley Plain.
This life-or-death battle lasted a long time, shaking the entire state and causing mountains to collapse and the ground to cave in.
Whenever the demonic tide of the remnant race was about to overflow the defensive line, human cultivators would fight to the death to resist it. In the blink of an eye, thick piles of corpses had been built up in front of the eighteen peaks of the Dongling Mountains.
High in the sky, the second prince of the remnant clan finally let out a roar of unwillingness, filled with sinister killing intent, before disappearing into the darkness along with his king and ministers.
Then, the soldiers of the remnant clan began to retreat like the tide, their crimson eyes gradually disappearing over the Peach Valley Plain.
They came here to seize the weapon, and seeing that they couldn't succeed, the attack became largely meaningless.
At this moment, You Yingqiu landed the Heavenly Book, looked at the retreating army and breathed a sigh of relief, her tense heartstrings finally relaxing a bit.
Then, she looked at the young appraiser of Lingjian Mountain, who had also fallen from the sky.
Although the young appraiser still had that cold and aloof expression, compared to before, her face had become very pale, and even her red lips had lost their color.
Using sacred artifacts is inherently a very taxing activity, let alone the fact that she also uses spirit swords while using them, and more than one at that, making the consumption even more severe.
"Is the appraiser alright?"
"It only depleted my spiritual energy, but I managed to hold on. Thank you for your help, Sect Leader You."
As Yan Shuyi spoke, he looked at the several spirit swords in front of him.
She still remembered that she suddenly became interested and went to the Heavenly Academy to see that strange man, only to find him practicing sword control with bamboo chopsticks.
She initially dismissed it as a minor trick, but in the end, she still learned it from him.
You scoundrel, at least you protected me this once.
Yan Shuyi's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly put away the spirit sword and spirit mirror. Only when she turned around did she see the Dao Seeking Sect members behind her.
Meanwhile, Shang Xiyao, holding the replica weapon, was watching her from a short distance away, causing her gaze to turn slightly cold and her brows to furrow again.
whoosh whoosh—
A fierce wind, carrying a menacing aura, swept across the vast wilderness.
In Baqing County, northern Lingzhou, several large armies have already returned like a torrent from the temporary military camps of the remnants of the clan.
Mo Yuan returned from Yongzhou and saw his second brother and his subordinate Wang Chen An Shi high in the sky.
At this moment, the Second Prince Jixuan was clutching his chest, with drops of blood constantly seeping from his fingertips, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
"Is Your Majesty injured?"
"It's alright, it's just that Third Brother's plan is truly useless."
Ji Xuan spoke coldly, then strode towards the main tent.
Upon seeing this, Mo Yuan clenched his fists.
He had thought that he, along with his elder brother and two royal ministers, would be enough to deal with the human weapon wielders, but only now did he have to admit that he had indeed underestimated those slaves.
The artifact bestowed by Heaven is indeed worthy of being the weapon that once suppressed their entire clan.
If only there were two more, just two more, they could wipe out all those wielders of the sacred artifacts.
Mo Yuan pondered for a while, then followed Ji Xuan into the military tent.
However, as soon as he stepped inside, he noticed that his elder brother had not gone in, but was standing at the entrance, staring intently ahead.
The Third Prince was slightly taken aback, and followed his gaze, his eyes instantly freezing.
Inside the large tent were three beings with incredibly powerful auras. One of them was extremely young and had a face very similar to theirs. He was sitting at a square dining table, enjoying blood food prepared by humans.
With each opening and closing of his jaw, endless blood flowed from between his lips and teeth.
“My ministers are like a thousand peaks, my ministers are like lifeless beings, my ministers are like calamities. Elder brother, it’s been a long time.”
At the entrance of the military tent, Mo Yuan spoke softly.
The remnant clan has five royal ministers. Besides the calamity that is responsible for the rebirth of the clan, there is Ersha by his side and Anshi by his second brother's side. The rest are Qianzhang and Wusheng.
As for the one eating, that was naturally his elder brother, the eldest prince of the remnant clan, Fenye.
Hearing the voice, Fenye, who was eating, turned around and glanced at him: "You two good-for-nothings have joined forces and still managed to make things like this?"
"If it weren't for my elder brother's excessive demands on the newborn body, we would probably have obtained the human race's sacred artifact long ago. In the end, it's just that my elder brother is too useless."
"Your ability to avoid the important issues is even stronger than your combat strength."
As the eldest prince spoke, he tapped the table with his chopsticks: "Sit down and eat, then go back and rest, and end this farce as soon as possible."
Mo Yuan and Ji Xuan exchanged a glance, remained silent, and then took the chopsticks handed to them by the guard, pulled out chairs, and sat down.
Just then, the First Prince's voice rang in their ears again, but it wasn't addressed to them; it was addressed to the two royal ministers under his command.
"Has Qi Tu, whom we sent to Yuheng Mountain, not returned yet?"
"Your Highness, there is no news yet."
Upon hearing this, the second prince raised his head and looked at his elder brother: "What happened to Yuheng Mountain?"
Upon hearing this, Fenye opened his mouth and said, "It's nothing. I just heard someone report that there's a wicked fire thief in the mountains."
Since his rebirth in Youzhou, the eldest prince immediately decided to bring his men here to seize the weapon.
On his journey, he passed through Dingri City and found that the city was deserted. According to the only remaining guard, all the guards in the city had gone deep into Yuheng Mountain to search for the fire thieves and had never returned.
So Fenye sent a general named Qitu into the mountains. If we calculate the time, he should be back soon.
Splash splash—
Under the cover of darkness, in the dark and damp forests of Yuheng Mountain.
Beside a stream formed by rainwater flowing down the slope from the high mountains, a figure was half-squatting, scooping up water and slowly applying it to his body, repairing the dense cracks that covered almost his entire body.
Judging from his careful, hesitant movements as he applied the clay, his clay body was already on the verge of collapse.
Behind him lay the corpse of a remnant of the clan; the blood around the body was still warm, but the person was no longer breathing.
After a long while, the splashing of the water gradually subsided, and the mud figure by the river slowly stood up, its golden, fiery eyes glaring fiercely towards the south.
(End of this chapter)
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