29: The Tragedy of the Celestial Being

"So many Cultivators?"

"How is this possible!!"

On the distant mountaintop, watching the sudden turn in the battle, Qiu Dao cried out in shock.

Just a moment ago, he had been boasting and chatting with Yu Xuzi, saying how ridiculous the Yellow Heaven Cult was, and how the Purple Gold Mountain's Spiritual Vein couldn't possibly support so many Disciples, and so on.

As long as these twenty or thirty Yellow Heaven Cult Cultivators died, the Yellow Heaven Cult would be finished.

He didn't expect that so many Cultivators would suddenly emerge in the blink of an eye!!

"This makes no sense..."

"In just three short years, even if they dug up the Spiritual Vein beneath Purple Gold Mountain to use, they shouldn't have been able to nurture so many Disciples!!"

Qiu Dao's head was filled with questions.

Ignoring Qiu Dao, who was already questioning his life, Yu Xuzi beside him also looked grave, though he wasn't particularly surprised.

In the end, the cultivation forces of the various countries in the Southwest region still hadn't given True Man Huang Tian enough importance!

They still looked down on True Man Huang Tian from their high positions, viewing him as a "wilderness Loose Cultivator" who just got lucky.

But Yu Xuzi had secretly conducted a deep investigation into True Man Huang Tian; he had seen how the man had bided his time before the rebellion and how the Yellow Heaven Cult had developed step by step to this day.

So, Yu Xuzi knew very well.

True Man Huang Tian was definitely no fool!!

And now it seemed he truly had... a way to obtain additional spiritual essence and resources.

A hidden Spiritual Vein? A grotto-heaven or a blessed land?

Or something else?

Yu Xuzi looked at the chaotic battlefield, the gravity deep in his pupils gradually transforming into joy.

"A great Opportunity! A truly great Opportunity!!"

"I'm really... looking forward to it..."

The smile at the corner of his mouth was almost uncontrollable... Setting aside how shocked the onlookers were, the people of the Celestial Immortal Sect within the encirclement were already starting to panic.

Which force in the current Cultivation World would have two hundred Cultivators suppress their aura and hide among ordinary Mortal soldiers?

It was unheard of!

These were Cultivators, the high-and-mighty Immortals in the eyes of Mortals!

How could they stoop to doing such a thing?

"Break out!"

Elder Tieshan roared, his twin swords erupting with full power. Strands of Sword Qi shot out like swimming dragons, splitting two yellow pillars of light as he charged in one direction.

But the formation of the Yellow Heaven Cult Cultivators was extremely tight; as soon as one spot was breached, another squad immediately filled the gap.

The light net remained draped over everyone, and the attacks were relentless.

"Boom— Boom— Boom—"

Pillars of light, fireballs, and earth spikes attacked from all directions.

"Sect Head, we'll be ground down to death at this rate!"

Immortal Master Qingshan shouted anxiously while fending off attacks, "And the Cult Master of Huang Tian Cult hasn't even shown himself yet!"

His left arm had already been grazed by a pillar of light, leaving it bloodied, and his magical power consumption was immense.

Celestial Mountain Master felt a sharp pain in his heart as he watched his Disciples fall one by one.

In just half a quarter-hour, more than ten of the thirty Disciples had been lost.

All four Elders were also injured to varying degrees.

"There's no other way; I have to use it!"

A flash of resolve crossed Venerable Tianxuan's eyes.

If this continued, all the Disciples would be buried here.

Although he was at the Peak Qi Refining stage, he was ultimately still in the Qi Refinement Stage, not a Dao Foundation Cultivator.

Facing two hundred Yellow Heaven Cult Cultivators using a Combined Attack Method, he couldn't turn the tide alone.

At most, he could only escape by himself.

But he couldn't bring himself to abandon his Disciples!

"Damn the Yellow Heaven Cult!"

He cursed under his breath and suddenly took a step back.

A Bronze Scabbard suddenly appeared in his right hand. His magical power boiled instantly, and his already pale face grew even worse due to the rapid consumption of power.

The powerful magical power within him surged into the scabbard like a bursting flood.

"Clang—!!"

The clear ring of the sword was like a dragon's cry, echoing through the sky.

The mottled marks on the Bronze Scabbard began to glow, and ancient runes emerged from the scabbard, rotating around the blade.

Then, a translucent white longsword, shimmering with flowing light, slowly flew out from the scabbard.

"tianxian dharma sword, emerge!"

Venerable Tianxuan used all his strength, grasping the hilt with both hands and slashing toward the Yellow Heaven Cult Cultivators' formation!

"Swish!!!"

A dazzling white Sword Beam, twenty zhang long, suddenly erupted, tearing through the air and whistling forward.

"Not good! Block it!!"

The faces of the Yellow Heaven Cult Cultivators changed drastically. They tried to use their Combined Attack Method to block it, but the power of that sword light was far beyond their imagination.

The ten Cultivators of the squad in the very center had just formed a thick Spiritual Shield when it was instantly shredded by the sword light.

"Puchi~"

Ten figures were sent flying back simultaneously, their bodies sliced into countless pieces by the Sword Qi mid-air, blood and severed limbs scattering across the ground.

The sword light rampaged forward, tearing up the ground and sending blood flying wherever it went.

With just this one strike, at least forty or fifty Cultivators perished on the spot.

They were either split in two by the Sword Beam or pierced through vital points by the Sword Qi, their corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

Even more Cultivators were injured by the shockwaves of the sword light, their Meridians ruptured and their magical power in chaos. They fell to the ground screaming, losing their ability to fight.

The yellow light net shattered instantly under the impact of the sword light, and a massive gap was torn in the encirclement.

A trench two to three hundred zhang long and several zhang deep was carved into the ground by the sword light. The Mortal soldiers nearby suffered an even worse catastrophe; as the sword light swept past, severed limbs flew and blood sprayed into the sky.

"Go, quickly!!!"

Celestial Mountain Master's face was deathly pale, his aura withered to the extreme as he roared loudly.

Although the power of the tianxian dharma sword was great, the magical power it consumed was also beyond imagination.

The magical power in his body was exhausted.

Even the hand holding the sword hilt was trembling slightly.

At this moment, among the four Elders, Elder Tieshan was already heavily injured; his entire left arm had unfortunately been hit by a Spell and blown to pieces.

Only three Elders could still hold on, but their magical power was also heavily depleted, and their faces were turning pale.

As for the Disciples, only a dozen or so remained, almost all of them injured, their clothes stained with blood, walking with stumbling steps.

"Sect Head, how are you?"

Venerable Qingshan asked anxiously.

"Don't worry about me, go!"

Celestial Mountain Master gave him a push. "I'll cover the rear!"

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a voice came from the darkness, exploding like a clap of thunder:

"Fellow Daoists of the Celestial Immortal Sect, since you've come, why be in such a hurry to leave?"

A bright yellow figure emerged from the darkness, slowly stepping into the ruins, radiating a Peak Qi Refining aura that was on par with Celestial Mountain Master.

It was indeed True Man Huang Tian.

"Cult Master of Huang Tian Cult!"

"This is bad!"

Celestial Mountain Master's pupils constricted, and his heart skipped a beat.

The worst-case scenario had occurred.

True Man Huang Tian's gaze swept over the corpses and ruins on the ground, his face showing no emotion, as if he didn't care at all about the dead Yellow Heaven Cult Disciples.

He looked at Celestial Mountain Master and curled his lips into a cold smile. "Daoist Tianshan, your Celestial Immortal Sect has a thousand-year Legacy; your foundation is indeed extraordinary to even possess such a Magical Artifact."

"Pity, your magical power is exhausted. You can no longer activate this sword, can you?"

Celestial Mountain Master gripped the tianxian dharma sword tightly, trying to circulate his magical power again, but his body was empty, and his Meridians only throbbed with stabs of pain.

"If that's the case... then it's all over..."

A sense of desolation filled Celestial Mountain Master's heart.