nashuaworldcup Chapter 583
Chapter 583
Su Yao's jade flute was nearly shattered by the spiritual energy; fine cracks spread across its surface like a spiderweb, and each note she played was accompanied by a metallic, sweet taste rising in her throat. The void beneath her feet had already been torn into countless fragments, and she swayed precariously like a candle in the wind, caught in the black wind stirred up by the demon god's phantom. The dragon-like flute music gradually weakened, while the black vortex began to contract wildly, as if trying to suck the entire world into an abyss.
At this critical moment, a blood-stained white figure shot through the air like an arrow. Yun Yi's Daoist robe was torn to shreds by the storm of spiritual energy, and the bandages on his chest were already soaked with blood. With each step forward, a trail of crimson blood was left behind him. He formed the "Unity Seal," a long-lost technique of the Xuanxiao Sect, with his palms, and his spiritual energy surged wildly into Su Yao's body like a burst dam. Su Yao suddenly looked up and saw a relieved smile on her senior brother's pale face: "Catch!"
Replenished with power, Su Yao's jade flute erupted with dazzling golden light. The dragon-shaped dark patterns transformed into solid golden scales, coiling and swirling around her. The soaring flute music shot straight into the sky, transforming into golden waves that crashed against the black vortex. The fading starlight that had been swallowed reappeared along with the sound waves, piecing together ancient demon-suppressing runes in the night sky. With each expansion of the golden ripples, the roar of the Netherworld Palace Master grew sharper.
"Break!" The Palace Master's nine rings exploded simultaneously, and the demon god's six arms, each wielding a different demon weapon, slashed down at Su Yao. The Righteous Alliance members roared in their final fury, and the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master threw out all twelve Heavenly Mystery Discs, which transformed into twelve golden chains that bound the demon god's legs; the remaining disciples of the Xuanjia Camp formed a Seven Star Formation, and the sparks from their clashing heavy swords illuminated the entire battlefield. The deafening roar of the magical light colliding with the demon weapons caused the entire Xuanxiao Sect mountain range to tremble violently.
Just then, Elder Xuanfeng, who should have been dead, suddenly rose from the pool of blood. His broken dragon staff automatically reformed, and the luminous pearl at the staff's head emitted a final glimmer of light. The old cultivator's white hair flew wildly, and a holy golden light appeared on his wrinkled face: "Heavenly Gang... Demon-Slaying Formation!" Seventy-two golden swords of light condensed from the void, forming a rotating sword formation, like an inverted Milky Way, heading straight for the Lord of the Netherworld Palace.
The Palace Master had to divert half his attention to defend against the sword formation, and Su Yao seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She bit her tongue, spitting her life essence onto the flute's holes, and nine sound waves, each carrying a drop of blood, exploded simultaneously. The golden dragon roared to the sky, and the moment its claws tore apart the demon god's phantom, the entire sky was dyed gold. The black vortex let out a resentful groan, collapsing with a deafening roar in the clash of light and darkness, countless black fragments falling like meteorites.
The Lord of the Netherworld Palace stared at the utterly collapsing spell and let out a piercing scream. He transformed into a wisp of black smoke, attempting to escape, but Shen Xinghe's heavy sword cleaved off half of his black robe. As the last wisp of demonic energy dissipated into the sky, an eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield. Amidst the devastation, the surviving cultivators helped each other to their feet, watching the sunrise over the ruins of their sect, tears mingling with blood streaming down their faces.
Su Yao collapsed to the ground, the jade flute in her arms finally shattering completely. Trembling, she crawled towards Yun Yi and Elder Xuanfeng—her senior brother's eyes were closed, yet a smile still lingered on his lips; the old cultivator's dragon-patterned staff was deeply embedded in the ground, his body now a statue of fading golden light. In the distance, Shen Xinghe planted his heavy sword in the scorched earth, gazing at the gradually brightening dawn. This bloody battle, which nearly annihilated the sect, allowed tender shoots of rebirth to quietly bloom on the ruins of the Xuanxiao Sect.
Xuanxiao Chongguang
As dusk settled, the setting sun, like blood, dyed the majestic buildings of the Xuanxiao Sect a dark red. This sudden battle had reduced the once glorious immortal sect to ruins, the air thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood. Su Yao stumbled to Yun Yi's side, her knees slamming heavily onto the rubble. A sharp pain shot through her knees, but it paled in comparison to the excruciating agony in her heart.
Tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down her pale cheeks and dripping onto Yun Yi's blood-stained clothes. Trembling, she reached out and gently grasped her senior brother's increasingly cold hand. That hand, once warm and strong, calloused, that had taught her swordsmanship step by step, was now devoid of warmth; the remaining warmth at his fingertips was slowly fading away. Around them, their usually spirited fellow disciples sat or lay in complete silence. The occasional low sobs echoed in the deathly still air, adding to the desolation.
Just as everyone was immersed in grief and despair, a strange light suddenly shone from the heavy sword beside Shen Xinghe. The light was initially faint, flickering like a firefly, but then grew brighter and brighter, causing everyone to tense up and warily prop themselves up on their wounded bodies. On the heavy sword that had accompanied Shen Xinghe for many years, ancient runes began to move and flicker as if alive. From within the dazzling light, a crystal-clear bead slowly floated out. The bead emitted a soft and sacred light, and wherever it touched, the dust on the ruins seemed to be purified, the previously dim environment was illuminated, and a glimmer of life was brought to the ravaged battlefield.
Shen Xinghe's eyes sharpened, and he instinctively reached out, steadily catching the bead that emanated a mysterious aura. In an instant, a vast and profound spiritual energy surged into his body like a raging tide, spreading from his palm throughout his meridians. He felt all the pain in his body temporarily suppressed by this power, and his spirit was invigorated. His eyes, which had been tired and dim from the battle, became sharp and determined, and his aura suddenly surged like a volcanic eruption, his clothes fluttering in the invisible fluctuations of spiritual energy.
"This is... the power of an ancient artifact!" The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement and awe. Everyone then realized that this mysterious bead was actually an ancient artifact sealed within a heavy sword for countless years, which, thanks to the catalyst of this fierce battle, had finally broken free of its seal and reappeared in the world.
Shen Xinghe slowly raised his head, his gaze sharp as he surveyed every member of the Righteous Path Alliance present. His voice was firm and powerful, carrying an undeniable aura: "The Xuanxiao Sect has a thousand-year-old heritage and profound foundation; we cannot allow it to sink into oblivion! Today, the appearance of an ancient artifact grants us power. This is the blessing of Heaven, and also our mission! With this power, we will surely rebuild our sect and allow the Xuanxiao Sect to once again stand at the pinnacle of the cultivation world!"
Su Yao slowly stood up, gazing at Shen Xinghe's resolute figure, a renewed light of hope rekindling in her eyes. She clenched her fists, her voice still trembling slightly, but filled with determination: "Senior Brother Shen is right! Our fallen comrades protected the sect with their lives; we must not let them down! Even if the road ahead is difficult, we will restore the Xuanxiao Sect to its former glory!"
At this moment, the rising sun pierced through the clouds, casting its first golden rays that illuminated the resolute faces of the group. The members of the Righteous Alliance, supporting each other and dragging their wounded bodies, slowly took their first steps. They knew that what awaited them was the arduous road to rebuilding their sect, countless challenges and unknowns. But at this moment, their hearts were filled with faith, for they firmly believed that as long as they were united, no obstacle was insurmountable, and the glory of the Xuanxiao Sect would surely shine once more.
Battle to Protect the Sect
The last rays of the setting sun had not yet completely faded, and the group was preparing to clean up the battlefield and begin rebuilding the Xuanxiao Sect. Suddenly, dark clouds surged and gathered like a tide in the once clear sky, layer upon layer, obscuring the last ray of sunlight. The air seemed to be compressed by an invisible force, becoming heavy and oppressive, and a muffled rumble of thunder came from afar, as if foreshadowing a new disaster about to befall them.
Just as everyone was on high alert, a dark figure, enveloped in intense demonic energy, streaked down from the clouds like a ghost. Wherever the figure passed, the air shrieked, and pebbles were whipped up by the powerful force, flying everywhere. When the figure landed, everyone recognized the newcomer—it was the Lord of the Netherworld Palace! Though his face was ashen, blood trickled from his lips, and his clothes were tattered, he still exuded a chilling aura, his eyes flashing with a mad and resentful light.
The Palace Master threw his head back and let out a maniacal laugh, filled with contempt and hatred: "You bunch of defeated soldiers, you dare to dream of rebuilding the Xuanxiao Sect? What a fool's errand! Today, I will make the Xuanxiao Sect vanish from this world, and make you pay the price for your arrogance!" Before his words were finished, he suddenly raised his hand, chanting incantations. In an instant, dark cracks appeared in the void, and countless demonic soldiers and generals swarmed out. These demonic soldiers were of various shapes and sizes, with ferocious faces, and surrounded by a nauseating black demonic aura. Wherever they went, flowers and plants withered instantly, and the ground was corroded into deep pits. The dense demonic aura spread rapidly like black mist, surrounding everyone.
Shen Xinghe's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and his aura surged dramatically. He gripped the heavy sword tightly with both hands, unleashing the power of the ancient artifact to its fullest potential. The runes on the heavy sword shone brightly, their dazzling light as radiant as the sun, dispelling the surrounding demonic energy. With a roar, he charged towards the palace master like an arrow released from a bow, his sword light slicing through the sky with unstoppable momentum.
Seeing this, Su Yao felt a surge of excitement, her spirits, which had been dampened by grief, instantly lifted. She took a deep breath, exchanged glances with her fellow disciples, and they nodded in unison, gathering their remaining spiritual energy. In an instant, various colored lights converged in their hands, forming a massive defensive barrier that firmly protected them. This barrier shimmered faintly, swaying slightly under the impact of demonic energy, yet remained steadfast.
The moment the two sides clashed, a fierce battle erupted. Demonic light and sword light intertwined and collided, sparking dazzling flames. Each collision produced a deafening roar, and powerful energies swept around like hurricanes, completely destroying the nearby ruins. The earth trembled violently amidst the roar, as if a huge crack would split open at any moment.
Just as the battle reached its climax and everyone began to feel the strain, a strong tremor suddenly came from beneath the Xuanxiao Sect. Immediately afterward, a mysterious and powerful force surged forth like a fountain, transforming into a golden shield that enveloped everyone. This power was warm and mellow, carrying a familiar aura—it was the protective force left behind by Elder Xuanfeng when he sacrificed himself! It turned out that, in his final moments, the elder had used his own primordial spirit as a guide to set up this protective barrier beneath the Xuanxiao Sect, ready to safeguard the sect at a crucial moment.
The Netherworld Palace Master was forced back by the sudden force, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His already severely injured body was further aggravated, and his face became even paler. Shen Xinghe seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, frantically circulating his spiritual energy and pouring all the power of the ancient artifact into his heavy sword. He roared and swung the sword, unleashing a massive sword aura that swept towards the Palace Master like a raging torrent.
The temple lord barely managed to resist, but was forced back step by step by the impact of the sword energy. In the end, he was blasted away by the powerful sword energy, flying into the distance like a kite with a broken string, disappearing into the horizon. Only a battlefield in ruins and the gradually dissipating demonic energy remained.
As everyone watched the direction the Palace Master had left in, their tense nerves finally relaxed, and they collapsed to the ground. This sudden battle made them realize even more deeply that the road to rebuilding the Xuanxiao Sect was fraught with difficulties and dangers, but it also strengthened their resolve.
Shen Xinghe surveyed the weary yet hopeful crowd and declared firmly, "No matter how many enemies or difficulties lie ahead, we will never back down! The glory of the Xuanxiao Sect will be reclaimed by our own hands!" The crowd nodded in unison, their eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve. Amidst these ruins, they marched forward with hope and resolute steps towards the new journey of rebuilding the sect. The golden shield behind them slowly dissipated, leaving behind an eternal light of protection in each of their hearts.
The winds and clouds return
Dusk draped the ruined Xuanxiao Sect in a dim golden veil, the air still thick with lingering smoke of battle. Su Yao, supporting herself against a broken jade pillar, slowly rose, her skirt caked with dust, her hair disheveled and hanging down on either side of her face. She gazed at the devastation—the once majestic Star Gazing Tower was reduced to half a charred beam, the base of the patriarch statue was riddled with cracks, and even the sect's renowned Spirit Gathering Array had shattered into dust.
"We must begin rebuilding the Xuanxiao Sect immediately!" Her voice pierced the deathly silence, the final syllable trembling from the excessive shout. Her palm brushed against the broken sword at her waist, the one Yun Yi had given her before his death, the rope binding the hilt still stained with undried blood. Su Yao took a deep breath, suppressing all her grief, and turned to look at her fellow disciples behind her. These disciples, who had survived the bloodshed, some leaned on their weapons for support, others were still channeling spiritual energy into their seriously wounded companions, but in every one of them, an indomitable flame burned in their eyes.
Shen Xinghe was the first to plunge his heavy sword into the pile of rubble, the blade emitting a soft glow. The power of the ancient artifact flowed from the blade, transforming into specks of golden light that surrounded everyone. "Clear the ruins of the main peak first!" His voice was steady and powerful. With a wave of his hand, several runes flew from his fingertips, slowly lifting the mountain of rubble. Encouraged, everyone cast spells, and in an instant, the hum of shattered stones rising into the air and the soft murmur of magical artifacts blended into the prelude to reconstruction.