1036: Traitor
Wenren Wan didn’t know why she suddenly thought of these things.
Clearly this was during the Sword Discussion Conference.
In broad daylight, amidst a vast crowd.
Elders from the Shangguan Family and the Wenren Family, all of profound cultivation, were also present.
Why was there this foreboding sign of a tragic nightmare?
She didn’t know, she could only hold onto her precious child tightly, not letting anyone take them away...
...
And amidst the uproar, the Asura War finally commenced.
At Fangtianhuaying Mountain, colors spread, and then the mountains and rivers concentrated into a grandiose scroll.
This was a vast and complex mountain range.
This was also the final site of the Asura Battle.
The Four Sects and Eight Gates along with a few Qian Learning Hundred Gates, over a hundred teams in total, would battle to the death in this vast and treacherous Asura Field.
This would determine both victory and "life and death".
In front of the vast and majestic Fangtianhuaying, all cultivators watching held their breath, silently observing the battle, witnessing this battle that could determine the fate of many sects.
...
In the Sword Discussion Arena.
Mo Hua led the disciples of the Taixu Gate into the Asura Battlefield and looked around. The entire arena was larger, more expansive, more complex.
The mountains stretched endlessly, the terrain was intricate, shrouded by clouds and mist.
Forests, peaks, slopes, ravines, swamps, ancient woods, poisonous grasslands, miasma, ruins... all types of terrain were hidden within the mountain mist, complex and indiscernible, reality and illusion hard to grasp.
In the distance, Xuantian Peak was faintly visible.
Xuantian Peak, the site of the Heavenly Sword Discussion.
The Asura Battle, the Heavenly Advancement Battle.
The two sites were adjacent; in the past, only those who passed the trials of the Asura Battle had the qualification to step onto Xuantian Peak.
And now, what Mo Hua had to face was a severe "Asura Battle."
"Junior Brother..." Situ Jian said softly, "Everything is ready."
"Hmm."
Mo Hua turned back, looking at Situ Jian, and also at Linghu Xiao, Ouyang Xuan, Cheng Mo, Yang Qianjun, Hao Xuan, the Ouyang brothers...
And the familiar and dear faces of fellow disciples.
He saw their solemn expressions and the unwavering trust in their eyes.
Mo Hua nodded, "Act according to the plan."
"Follow me..."
Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, perceived the terrain, then chose a direction and walked into the forest.
The disciples of the Taixu Gate all followed him in silence.
The group gradually disappeared into the thick mist.
...
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Pride Disciples leading the sects, looked at the vast expanse of mist in front of them, ordering one after another:
"Go, don’t bother with the other sects, find the Taixu Gate first!"
"Don’t bother with anyone else, find Mo Hua first!"
"Once found, signal with fireworks."
"We will surround and kill him."
"Destroy the Taixu Gate first!"
"Mo Hua must die!"
"Yes!"
...
In the vast Asura Battlefield, amidst the mountains shrouded by mist.
The disciples of the various sects shuttled through forests, streams, and swamps, releasing their Divine Sense, to search for the Taixu Gate, especially the figure of Mo Hua from the Taixu Gate.
There was an unspoken mutual understanding among them.
Kill Mo Hua, destroy the Taixu.
Of course, this "understanding" did not include all sects.