Chapter 251: Chapter 248: Entering _1
Over the next two days, figures from various forces flocked to Male Mountain in droves, including lone disciples of the Jade Flower Sect. In total, roughly five hundred people gathered. Once everyone had arrived, Shen Youlin began organizing them to destroy the Formation!
Whether it was intentional or not, he deliberately left out Qin Wudao, Bear Longing, and others.
RUMBLE!
More than five hundred attacks aimed at a single spot on the Formation, creating an immense sound.
The Formation trembled, ripples spreading continuously!
"Put more effort into it!" Shen Youlin roared, raising his Kylin Sword high, unleashing a dazzling Sword Qi that struck the Formation.
In this way, more than five hundred people attacked for an hour. The Formation, however, remained steadfast, showing no signs of breaking. Instead, the attackers became exhausted, drenched in cold sweat.
"Stop the attack!" Shen Youlin’s brow furrowed as he ceased his actions. He knew that to destroy the Formation, they would need to rely on Saint Realm Martial Artists.
He turned to Qin Wudao, Song Yufeng, and the others, saying commandingly, "We will attack together. Once the Formation is destroyed, I, the Saint Heir, will give you two hours to escape. If you refuse, I will kill you on the spot right now!"
A threat!
A naked threat!
Qin Wudao’s expression remained unchanged, while Bear Longing and Song Yufeng clenched their fists, their faces flushing red with anger.
"Alright!" After a moment of contemplation, Song Yufeng coldly agreed. He had no grounds to refuse; only by agreeing would he gain two hours to flee, and thus a chance to survive.
"We agree as well!" Qin Wudao declared casually, leaping down from the small hill, with Wu Ming and Feng Yangzhi following closely behind him.
"Then let’s try again!" Shen Youlin nodded. Spiritual Energy surged within him, coalescing into Sword Qi above his head, exuding a terrifying sharpness.
"Five Elements Imperial Sword!"
"Divine Skill: Mysterious Ice Mountain!"
"Imperial Sword: Purple Cloud Sword Technique!"
"..."
Qin Wudao, Bear Longing, Song Yufeng, Wei Wuyang, and the other Saint Realm Martial Artists also unleashed their full power, launching attacks of immense might. The force was so overwhelming that even a towering mountain would have been shattered by a single blow.
"Light of Myriad Flowers!"
Thousands of petals drifted down. Jade Snow Gentleman trod upon the flowers, her robes dancing in the air, making her resemble a flower fairy as her attack landed right beside Qin Wudao.
A pleasant floral fragrance wafted into Qin Wudao’s nostrils, making him instinctively turn his head to look. He was momentarily lost in thought. Devastatingly beautiful! The phrase appeared in his mind.
Even though he hadn’t chosen imperial consorts, the palace maids were all one-in-ten-thousand beauties, who would be considered captivating enough to charm anyone in the outside world. Yet, compared to Jade Snow Gentleman, they were like green leaves to a vibrant flower.
"Get ready! Attack together!" Shen Youlin shouted, rousing Qin Wudao from his reverie. He shifted his gaze and prepared to strike.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
As Shen Youlin cried "One!", nine attacks landed simultaneously on the Formation, generating violent shockwaves that utterly destroyed the surrounding Void.
CRACK!
The sound of something shattering echoed.
Everyone stared intently at the Formation. With nine Saint Realm Martial Artists attacking, could they successfully destroy it?
BOOM!
A few moments later, countless fragments of the Formation appeared in the Void, showering down. The lingering shockwaves, not yet fully dissipated, swept towards Male Mountain and crashed into its side.
The Formation had shattered!
"After we enter, you can all flee. Remember, you only have two hours!" Shen Youlin breathed a sigh of relief; the Formation was finally destroyed. After tossing this remark to Qin Wudao and the others, he led his contingent into the mountain.
As they neared the mountainside, faint spatial fluctuations rippled, and then everyone vanished.
"We should also go in!" Ignoring Bear Longing and Song Yufeng, Qin Wudao led Wu Ming and Feng Yangzhi into the colossal mountain. He had merely listened to Shen Youlin’s threat, not taking it to heart at all.
As far as he was concerned, apart from Shen Youlin, none of the others were a match for him! He was just a little worried about the safety of Wu Ming and Feng Yangzhi.
Outside, Bear Longing and Song Yufeng didn’t hesitate, also entering Male Mountain. The Mystic Realm is right before us; how could we remain indifferent? If we’re lucky enough to obtain the Kunlun Supreme’s inheritance, wouldn’t killing Shen Youlin be a simple task?
After everyone had entered the mountain, a hundred figures emerged from the forest behind them, dressed in the robes of various sects. However, they exuded an ancient, timeworn aura. These were the people possessed by soul specters!
After a wave of dizziness, Qin Wudao found himself alone before a dilapidated palace. All the furnishings within had turned to dust, and the walls were covered in battle scars. Despite the passage of eons, a sharp aura still emanated from them.
DONG! DONG! DONG...
The tolling of an ancient bronze bell drifted from an unknown place, echoing across the sky—heavy and somber, as if heralding a momentous event.
"When primordial existence shattered and nascent Chaos first formed, there was a Way, named the Kunlun Great Way, hidden within Chaos. It was formless and intangible, yet truly existing. Silent and vast, It stood alone and unchanging, cycling endlessly without peril, fit to be the Mother of Heaven and Earth..."
"I know Its name; I reluctantly call It the Way, and striving further, call It Great. Greatness implies passage. Passage implies distance. Distance implies return. Therefore, the Way is great, Heaven is great, Earth is great, and the Sovereign is also great. There are Four Greats in the domain, and the Sovereign is one of them. Man models himself on Earth. Earth models itself on Heaven. Heaven models itself on the Way. The Way models itself on Nature..."
The mystical sounds resonated in Qin Wudao’s mind, offering him endless inspiration.
"What a profound Cultivation Technique! It’s a pity it’s incomplete!" Qin Wudao exclaimed. He speculated that these mysterious sounds were the Kunlun Supreme preaching his teachings to enlighten all beings.
Though ages had passed, the echoes of the sermon still resounded in the ears of later generations.
After listening to the profound sounds for a while, Qin Wudao walked out of the palace. He saw a shattered, dying sun in the sky. Within it lay a colossal Golden Crow, its neck stained with blood, showing no signs of life.
The Void was shrouded in mist, filled with diverse Spiritual Energies. Blood-stained, broken weapons floated about, emanating a dense Evil Qi.
The sky and the ground were littered with corpses, which, through the long wash of time, had become desiccated husks!
Looking at the terrain, it rose steadily to a height of tens of thousands of zhang, upon which countless palaces had been built: pillars carved with golden dragons, luminous moon pearls, glazed golden tiles, and roads paved with jade and Spirit Stones...
All these signs silently spoke of a bygone glory!
Most striking of all was a sword scar on the mountainside, tens of thousands of zhang long and hundreds of zhang deep. The Sword Intent lingering within it continuously seeped out a scarlet Evil Qi.
Qin Wudao merely glanced at it and felt a sword momentum assail him, making his eyes throb with pain.
How terrifying! Qin Wudao was secretly aghast. With his current strength, he couldn’t even begin to imagine the scale of that battle.
He walked to the nearest corpse. It was neatly dressed and wore a spatial ring on its finger.
Strange! Qin Wudao enveloped his hand with Spiritual Energy and reached for the spatial ring on the corpse’s finger. The moment he touched it, the ring—and the finger—crumbled to ash.
The spatial ring was a cultivator’s most important possession, containing a lifetime’s worth of collected cultivation resources. Usually, the first thing one did after killing an enemy was to take their spatial ring and plunder its contents.
But this corpse’s spatial ring hadn’t been removed. This indicates that its killer had no time to collect the spoils of war! That means the battle must have ended very hastily!