“The army is my lance, the people are my chariot... no one should die for their weapon!” he snarled.
The old shaman suddenly felt that something must be wrong the moment he heard this statement. He sensed the surging mana emanating from Jianixi’s body — so powerful that it seemed capable of crushing even the Profound Scenery Chakra itself.
In a panic, he cried out.
“Master!”
Suddenly, the sky darkened as winds howled ominously.
A massive skeletal hand descended from the heavens, aiming to suppress Jianixi’s burgeoning power. But before it could even come close to touching a hair on Jianixi’s body, a profound light from the east intercepted it, halting its advance.
With a resounding crack, the six Chakras in Jianixi’s body shattered — along with the foundation of the Great Dao.
Crimson blood erupted from his form, and the old shaman’s face paled in shock.
“What do you want, woman?” Jianixi asked calmly as he discarded his armor.
“I want you to live, Great King.”
The scene shifted abruptly — and Jianixi exploded into a shower of blood before the Mount Yue tribesmen, staining the altar a deep, bright red.
One of his eyeballs flew several feet away, coming to rest before a kneeling Mount Yue woman.
The Mount Yue woman, with her child strapped to her back, reacted as though she had been bitten by a snake. She leaped up immediately with a shriek before picking it up and holding it in her hands shakily. Her face flashed between shades of green and white, and a second later, she coughed and spurted out fresh blood.
A heavy silence blanketed the earth which stifled the army and the people below, rendering them speechless. Dark clouds gathered swiftly in the sky and were accompanied by lightning, while gusts of winds swept every corner of the earth.
“Who...” A murmur echoed in the old shaman’s ears. He immediately kneeled down, trembling uncontrollably.
Despite his formidable cultivation, he felt no sense of security. In that moment, only despair filled the old shaman’s heart.
“It’s not an old friend... It’s a newly promoted cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm... who is it?!”
The thunderous angry shouts reverberated in the ears of the old shaman. Suddenly without any warning, the Mount Yue Qi Cultivators on the altar combusted into a rain of red flesh.
The high platform which was constructed of mud and bricks, crumbled immediately. This had a chain effect, sending rolling mud, sand, and gravel cascading down from the platform. The muddy and earthy atmosphere filled the entire Great Jueting in mere seconds.
.bg-ssp-10081{margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;display:flex;justify-content:center;} “Who taught him how to shatter his cultivation and disintegrate his body!? WHO!”
A black-robed middle-aged man stood in the void and the old shaman remained on his knees, covered in dirt. He raised his hand, his expression filled with tyranny.
“How many years has it been since one has been able to inflict such a significant loss upon myself!?”
His majestic aura reverberated in all directions, causing all the Mount Yue tribesmen gathered in the Great Jueting to tremble.
“Master! That was a Profound Light Spell... I-It’s most likely the work of the devil gate!” The old shaman’s back ran cold as he stammered out a reply.
Then, he heard the middle-aged cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm coldly declare, “Azure Chi Devil Gate huh? When I was at the peak of my power back then, it was just a small sect guarding a broken mountain gate... and now... they dare to challenge me?!”
The man immediately departed on his shuttle as soon as he was done speaking, leaving the old shaman kneeling in silence for a long time before he finally found the courage to lift his head up again.
Tens of thousands of Mount Yue inhabitants remained crouched on the ground, weeping softly. Tens of thousands of incense transformed into light gray resentment qi that floated over the Great Jueting.
“Great King...”
The Mount Yue inhabitants cried and kneeled around the brown eyeball, the only thing left of their leader. However, their attention was drawn to the sound of rustling wings slowly approaching from the distance.
“Locusts..! Locusts..!”
The guards on the city wall shouted these words loudly as a huge swarm of gray and black locusts appeared in the distance, darkening the sky as they flew freely above the Great Jueting... consuming all the resentment qi that had condensed during the drought.
Buzz...
The locusts flew into people, causing raw pain as the Mount Yue’s inhabitants cried out in agony, trampling and pushing each other, attempting to avoid the passage of the locusts.
Hell was let loose in the entire Great Jueting.
“Great King!”
Seeing the masses of people rapidly surging, the woman carrying her child hastily lifted the boy high and pushed him onto a low boulder with all her might. She was just in time, and almost immediately she was engulfed by the surging crowd, reduced into a pile of blood, flesh, and broken bones on the ground.
Amidst the overwhelming sound of buzzing locust wings, the golden morning sun was obscured by dark clouds, plunging the northern foothills into darkness once again.
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Moisture filled the air, and the towns echoed with joyful laughter as villagers carried various containers around, eagerly awaiting the torrential downpour.
“It’s finally raining!”
The sorrow on Li Xuanxuan’s face dissipated as he smiled, observing the townspeople bustling about. The prolonged drought, which had lasted eight months, had finally ended with rain.
Beside him, Li Xuanling remained silent, his expression also filled with joy. The blade in his hand glowed gray, indicating his success with the Profound Water Sword Aura.
Li Jingtian sat by the window with a smile, watching the raindrops patter onto the stone road.
Chen Donghe stood beside her, gazing at her quietly.
“Donghe.” 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Li Jingtian spoke suddenly, surprising Chen Donghe, who blushed almost instantly as he was caught off guard.
“Huh..?” he stammered hastily.
“Tell me about what my father did in the west,” she requested.
Chen Donghe's expression brightened, and he began recounting events from the west. Li Jingtian listened quietly, occasionally nodding.
Meanwhile, the majestic rain poured into every corner with the villagers rejoicing in the heavy downpour, each wearing joyful smiles. Li Tongya soared through the clouds, his brow visibly relaxed.