Chapter 15 The Sky Has Collapsed! The Tai Xuan Sect is in Crisis of Destruction, Ancestor, Save Us!
Taixuan Main Peak, the venue of the Prodigy Competition.
This should have been the most lively and grand event of the Taixuan Dao Sect, held once every ten years. Tens of thousands of Outer Sect Disciples and Inner Sect Disciples gathered together, while the Elders of the major Peaks sat high on the cloud platforms, their faces beaming as they watched the vibrant young Sword Cultivators on the arenas testing their sword techniques.
Half an hour ago, Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, had left in a hurry with a group of core Elders, only to return sweating profusely but with a strange, ecstatic expression on his face. Although no one knew what had happened, seeing the Sect Head's excited expression, everyone assumed that the Taixuan Dao Sect had encountered some tremendous joyous event.
However.
Just as the competition reached its most intense final stage.
"Rumble—!!!"
The originally cloudless sky suddenly emitted a terrifying, loud noise, as if the firmament had been torn apart!
Immediately following this, a blood-colored mist, so thick it was nauseating, surged from the edge of the horizon at an incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it completely obscured the sky above the entire Taixuan Main Peak!
The sky was covered, blood clouds pressed down on the city!
"Hum—Crack!"
The Taixuan Dao Sect's Sect-Protecting Formation [Four Symbols Sumeru Formation], which was capable of withstanding the full-force attack of a Late Stage Nascent Soul expert, actually only lasted for less than three breaths under the crushing weight of this blood cloud before emitting a sound of shattering, like a fragile eggshell, under the unbearable pressure!
"Enemy attack!!!"
"The Sect-Protecting Formation is about to break! All Disciples, form the sword array to meet the enemy!!!"
On the cloud platform, Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, stood up abruptly, his originally ruddy face instantly turning deathly pale. He stared fixedly at the rolling blood clouds in the sky, his eyes filled with unbelievable horror.
"Hehehehe... Old man Qingxu, it has been three hundred years, and your Taixuan Dao Sect's turtle shell is still just as vulnerable."
A voice, extremely harsh and sounding like two rusted iron plates rubbing against each other, rolled out from the depths of the blood clouds.
Accompanied by this sound, the blood clouds in the firmament surged and split to both sides.
A massive throne made of white bone, pulled by nine fourth-order Peak Yao Beasts with bone spurs, slowly descended from the blood clouds.
Seated on the throne was an old man shrouded in blood-colored robes, his face withered like a dried corpse. His pair of pale green eyes were looking down, filled with mockery, at the chaotic Taixuan Dao Sect below.
And behind the white bone throne, thousands of Demonic Path cultivators hovered densely! They stepped on Magical Artifacts, holding white bone banners and Soul-calling banners; their monstrous demonic flames and killing intent converged, causing the temperature of the Taixuan Main Peak to plummet to freezing point.
"Blood Demon Ancestor?!"
Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling violently, "You... you actually broke through to the Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage?!"
Blood Demon Ancestor!
Three hundred years ago, the first general under the peerless demonic woman Jinyue! During the great war between the righteous and Demonic Paths, Jinyue was heavily injured and sealed by the Taixuan Ancestor, and it was this Blood Demon Ancestor who betrayed her from behind, causing the demonic woman to ultimately fall.
For these three hundred years, he had usurped the position, ruled the leaderless [Heavenly Demon Sect], and had been secretly accumulating power.
"Qingxu, hand over the Formation Jade Token to open the Demon Suppressing Death Prison. Today, I only come to devour the demonic pill of that bitch Jinyue."
Blood Demon Ancestor slowly stood up from the white bone throne, his terrifying pressure of the Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage pouring down without reservation, directly forcing the thousands of Body Refining and Qi Gathering Realm Taixuan Disciples below to vomit blood simultaneously and kneel on the ground.
His pale green eyes flashed with greedy, fierce light: "As long as I swallow that bitch's Origin, I will be able to step into the true Soul Transformation Stage immediately! By then, not only will I trample your Taixuan Dao Sect, but I will also unify the Shenhuang Continent!"
"In your dreams!"
Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, was furious and pulled out his life-bound spirit sword from his waist.
"Taixuan Disciples, better to be shattered as jade than to be intact as a tile! Deploy the Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Sword Array! Form the array and fight to the death!!!"
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
Although the tens of thousands of Taixuan Disciples were pressed down and unable to straighten their waists, they still had red eyes and pulled out the long swords in their hands. Vast Sword Qi surged into the sky, attempting to resist the demonic might that was like an abyss and a prison.
"Stubborn and unyielding! Since you are in such a hurry to die, I will fulfill your wishes!"
Blood Demon Ancestor snorted coldly, and his withered palm pressed down fiercely.
"Boom—!"
A giant demonic hand, a hundred zhang in size and entirely condensed from foul blood, carried the terrifying power to corrode everything and slammed fiercely onto the square of the Taixuan Main Peak!
"Pfft!"
Just one strike!
The [Heavenly Dipper Big Dipper Sword Array], composed of ten Core Formation Stage Elders and thousands of Foundation Establishment Disciples, collapsed instantly! The ten Elders all vomited blood and flew backward, their lives unknown. And Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, who was at the center of the Formation, was smashed deep into the ground by this great force, most of his bones shattered, and his Nascent Soul dim and lusterless!
How tragic!
The chasm of the Realm simply cannot be made up for by quantity.
A Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage demonic tycoon, bringing the entire Heavenly Demon Sect out in full force, this was absolutely a crushing game!
"Sect Head!!!"
The remaining Taixuan Elders let out desperate wails.
"Hehehe, a bunch of ants. Extract the Souls and refine the spirits of the men, and send the women to the pleasure house. As for this old man Qingxu... dig out his Nascent Soul to serve as a side dish for my wine."
Blood Demon Ancestor sat back on the white bone throne, waving his hand extremely boredly, as if he were just giving an instruction to clean up trash.
Hundreds of Demonic Path cultivators let out excited howls, like starving wolves, diving towards the Taixuan Disciples who had lost the ability to resist.
The greatest catastrophe in the three thousand years of the Taixuan Dao Sect's founding had arrived.
In everyone's eyes, only endless despair remained. The Sect-Protecting Formation was broken, the Sect Head was critically injured and dying, and most of the Elders of various Peaks were dead or injured. What could they use to block it?!
"Could it be... that the heavens want to destroy my Taixuan Dao Sect?!" An Elder roared at the sky, his face covered in old tears.
Just at this desperate moment, when the entire Sect was about to be slaughtered.
Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, who was deep in the pit and covered in blood, suddenly opened his eyes as if he were experiencing a flash of brilliance before death. In his unfocused pupils, a madness and determination, unprecedented, suddenly erupted!
"No... Taixuan can still be saved! We still have... that existence!"
Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, bit his tongue, directly burning the Origin of his already dim Nascent Soul!
Ignoring the Demonic Path cultivators rushing over, he forcibly used his last Divine Sense and strength, facing the direction of the Demon Suppressing Death Prison, knelt on both knees, and knocked his head heavily into the blood-stained soil!
"Taixuan's thirty-sixth generation unworthy descendant, Qingxu! Today the Sect has encountered a catastrophe of extinction, the Dao tradition is about to be destroyed, and ten thousand Disciples are about to become blood food for the Demonic Path!"
The voice of Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, wrapped in the last bit of spiritual power he had exchanged by burning his life, turned into a shrill, tragic cry that resounded through the entire Taixuan Mountain Range, rushing straight towards the Demon Suppressing Death Prison!
"The unworthy descendant is incompetent and could not protect the ancestral foundation! I implore... I implore the Old Ancestor in the death prison to come out! Save my Taixuan Dao tradition!!!"
"Imploring the Old Ancestor to come out!!!"
"Begging the Old Ancestor for mercy!!!"
Following the blood-weeping cry of Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master, the remaining thousands of Taixuan Disciples and Elders, as if grabbing onto the last straw of life, knelt in the direction of the Demon Suppressing Death Prison, issuing desperate pleas that shook the heavens and the earth.
High in the sky.
Blood Demon Ancestor, who was preparing to enjoy the slaughter feast, was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then let out an extremely arrogant, wild laugh.
"Hahaha! Old man Qingxu, have you been beaten silly? Grasping at straws!"
Blood Demon Ancestor pointed in the direction of the Demon Suppressing Death Prison, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out, "Besides that sealed, useless demonic woman, there are only a bunch of bone scraps in the death prison! Your Taixuan Dao Sect's Ancestral Master has long since died thoroughly! Even if you kowtow until your head breaks, today you..."
However.
Before Blood Demon Ancestor's words had finished.
"Boom—!!!"
A terrifying pressure that could not be described in words, and even transcended the Laws of the Heavenly Dao of the Shenhuang Continent, suddenly erupted from the depths of the Demon Suppressing Death Prison, known as the "Eighteenth Level of Hell," behind the Taixuan Dao Sect!
Just a trace of the aura leaked from this pressure.
The blood clouds covering the sky for ten thousand miles were instantly torn to shreds as if they had encountered the gale of the Nine Heavens!
Those thousands of Demonic Path cultivators who were preparing to slaughter the Taixuan Disciples, at the moment this pressure swept over, only felt their Souls being tightly gripped by an invisible hand of gods and demons. Everyone fell from mid-air like dumplings, screaming, unable to mobilize even a trace of Devilish Qi!
"This... what kind of aura is this?!"
On the white bone throne, Blood Demon Ancestor, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, saw his pale green eyes shrink to the size of pinpoints.
That pressure... had no trace of spiritual power fluctuation, yet it carried a tyrannical physical blood aura capable of making stars fall and all things submit! In front of this blood aura, his proud Half-Step Soul Transformation Stage cultivation actually trembled like a chick facing a Tyrannosaurus Rex, unable to even stand up!
Deep in the Demon Suppressing Death Prison.
Lin Yuan sat up from the sandalwood lounge chair with extreme helplessness.
He sighed and reached out to rub his ears, which were a bit numb from the "blood-weeping cry" of Sect Head Qingxu, the Immortal Master.
"This old man, his voice is really loud. I just dozed off for a while, and he ran over to wail."
Lin Yuan stood up and stretched. Ten thousand Divine Elephant Particles emitted extremely faint rumbling sounds in his body, and the surrounding space instantly rippled.
Around his neck, that ice-blue "True Dragon scarf" poked its head out very flatteringly, and said in a childish loli voice: "Master, those little bugs outside disturbed your sleep. Does Little Ice need to go freeze them all into ice pops?"
A True Dragon at the Great Perfection of the Soul Transformation Stage calling the Half-Step Soul Transformation Blood Demon Ancestor a "little bug," this was perfectly fine.
"No need for you to steal the credit."
Before Lin Yuan could speak, from beneath the abyss crack, a terrifying, pure Core Formation Peak Devilish Qi shot into the sky!
Jinyue leaped up along the rock wall and landed steadily beside Lin Yuan.
At this moment, the peerless demonic woman had her red clothes fluttering, her stunningly beautiful face covered in a layer of ten-thousand-year frost, and her scarlet eyes rolling with tangible, monstrous killing intent!
Because she heard that voice outside!
The voice she would recognize even if it turned to ash!
The traitor who betrayed her, plotted against her, and pushed her into the abyss of eternal damnation three hundred years ago—Blood Demon!
"Young Master..."
Jinyue knelt on both knees, her voice trembling slightly due to extreme anger and hatred, "The leader of the Demonic Path cultivators outside is the traitor from three hundred years ago. I beg the Young Master to grant permission, let this servant go out... and clean up the portal!"
Lin Yuan looked at the red-eyed maid, and then looked at the eager-to-try Soul Transformation Stage scarf around his neck.
He casually picked up the [zhutian] fierce sword that had been stuck in the ground and hung it at his waist.
"Let's go."
Lin Yuan's tone was flat, as relaxed as if he had just finished a meal and was going out for a walk.
"It just so happens I've been in prison for three years, and my bones are almost rusting. Today, this Young Master will take you out for some fresh air, and by the way... teach that group of people outside what rules are."
As Lin Yuan's words fell.
The massive black iron door of the Demon Suppressing Death Prison that had been sealed for three years.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of desperate Taixuan Dao Sect members, and in the terrified perception of Blood Demon Ancestor...
With a muffled, massive sound, it slowly pushed open outward!