355: Chapter 355 Invite the Daoist Master to Save the World

The demonic fire spread to the last piece of pure land in the assembly area.

Over ten thousand Cultivators were compressed into an area of less than half a mile.

Four demonic dragons circled around, their dark purple flames illuminating every fear-stricken face.

Xiao Huang knelt on the ground, covered in blood. His dragon scales were almost entirely shattered, with only a few broken golden scales remaining on his chest, barely protecting his heart's meridians.

Beside him lay over a dozen heavily injured Tribulation Transcendence Stage Elders.

The Purple Mansion Saint Master's left arm was already useless. She had used her spiritual power to forcibly seal the festering wound, but the Devilish Qi was still spreading through her body.

Thirty percent of the Blazing Dragon Sacred Hall's Disciples were dead.

Twenty percent of the Taixuan Sect's Disciples were dead.

The casualties among other Loose Cultivators and small Sects were even more severe.

Zhao Tian stood by Su Changge's jade chair. He also had several wounds on his body, left behind when he blocked flying debris for nearby low-level Cultivators earlier.

Ye Qingyao still stood in front of Su Changge.

She had already taken three Dragon Breaths from Red Ember.

The first one, she blocked steadily.

The second one, she retreated five steps.

The third one, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But she did not fall.

The foundation of the Mahayana Stage was fully displayed at this moment.

A hint of admiration flashed in Red Ember's draconic eyes.

"A decent Sword Cultivator."

Red Ember's dragon tail flicked lightly in the air.

"A pity."

Red Ember stopped attacking in Ye Qingyao's direction.

He turned his dragon head and looked toward the Cultivators in other directions.

He was in no hurry.

Time was on his side.

The demonic fire was still spreading.

He only needed to wait.

Wait for these Cultivators' spiritual power to be exhausted, wait for their shields to shatter, and wait for them to die one by one in despair.

Then, he would absorb their essence blood and spiritual power to complete his final Breakthrough.

Ascension.

Su Changge's gaze swept across the entire field.

He saw Xiao Huang kneeling on the ground.

He saw the blood-covered Purple Mansion Saint Master.

He saw those low-level Disciples who were weeping.

He saw those Loose Cultivators who had already given up resistance, slumped on the ground waiting for death.

Despair.

Despair was everywhere.

Then Su Changge noticed something.

Everyone was looking at him.

It wasn't the curious scrutiny from before, nor was it the worshipful looking up.

It was the gaze of a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

Pleading.

Begging.

Hoping.

Xiao Huang was the first to speak.

He raised his head, his blood-stained face full of indignation, but even more so an emotion he had never shown in his life.

Supplication.

"Dao Revered Master."

Xiao Huang's voice was so raspy it was almost inaudible.

"This old man knows that the matter of the Ten Thousand Immortals Assembly has nothing to do with the Dao Revered Master."

"This old man also knows that the Dao Revered Master has always ignored mundane affairs."

"But today's situation..."

Xiao Huang coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

"...is no longer something the mundane can resolve."

Xiao Huang's head lowered in Su Changge's direction.

A Cultivator at the Peak of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

The Hall Revered Master of the Blazing Dragon Sacred Hall.

A regional hegemon.

At this moment, he lowered his head, which had been held high for thousands of years.

"We beg the Dao Revered Master... to save the world."

Eight words.

Coming from Xiao Huang's mouth, every word felt as heavy as a thousand catties.

The Purple Mansion Saint Master heard these words.

She raised her head and looked at Su Changge.

Then she also lowered her head.

"We beg the Dao Revered Master to save the world."

Behind her, the Taixuan Sect Disciples all knelt down together.

"We beg the Dao Revered Master to save the world!"

The Disciples of the Blazing Dragon Sacred Hall knelt.

"We beg the Dao Revered Master to save the world!"

The Loose Cultivators knelt.

The Cultivators of the small Sects knelt.

The Tribulation Transcendence Stage Elders who still had a breath left knelt.

"We beg the Dao Revered Master to save the world!"

The voices went from scattered to orderly.

From whispers to shouts.

From shouts to roars.

Over ten thousand voices gathered together, piercing through the roar of the demonic fire, piercing through the echoes of the dragon roars, and piercing through the blockade of the Dragon Vein Cage.

"We beg the Dao Revered Master to save the world!"

Zhao Tian also knelt down.

He knelt beside Su Changge's jade chair, his eyes rimmed with red.

"Junior Martial Uncle, I beg of you."

Ye Qingyao did not kneel.

She was Su Changge's Disciple; she didn't need to kneel.

But her hand gripped her sword hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white, her eyes carrying a solemnity they had never held before.

She was waiting.

Waiting for her Revered Master to speak.

A flash of disdain crossed Red Ember's draconic eyes.

"Begging the Dao Revered Master to save the world?"

A sneer came from Red Ember's dragon mouth.

"Ridiculous."

"Do you really think this man in white is some kind of Dao Revered Master?"

"Before the World-Burning Fire, any Dao Revered Master is but an ant."

"I'd like to see what tricks this Spiritual Void Desolate Dao Master can pull off."

Red Ember's dragon wings folded, and the dark purple demonic fire gathered around him into a massive flaming vortex.

He was gathering power.

The final blow.

He intended to turn everyone, along with Su Changge, into ashes with a single Dragon Breath.

Su Changge sat on his jade chair.

Over ten thousand people knelt before him.

Four demonic dragons surrounded them.

The burning realm demonic fire blazed just inches away.

His face held no expression.

The voice in his heart had quieted down.

It wasn't that he was no longer afraid.

It was that being afraid was useless.

[Fine.]

[The situation couldn't get any worse.]

[Either I sit here and wait to die, watching ten thousand people be burned to ash before me.]

[Or I stand up and use the System's special effects to unleash something big.]

[Special effects can't kill people, and they can't truly block the demonic fire.]

[But if the effect is flashy enough, scary enough...]

[Maybe it can frighten Red Ember for a few breaths of time.]

[Is a few breaths enough for Ye Qingyao to take me and run?]

[No. The Dragon Vein Cage spans ten miles; there's no running out of it.]

[Then I won't run.]

[Unleash the effects. Go big. Aim for the sky. Aim for Red Ember's face.]

[Pull everyone's emotion points to the maximum.]

[Then see if I can trigger some ultimate move.]

Su Changge's consciousness quickly searched through the System.

Eternal Suppression of the Firmament.

Are the emotion points enough?

The System's response came.

It can be released.

Su Changge's heart rate quickened.

He took a deep breath.

Then he stood up.

Very slowly.

Slowly enough that everyone could clearly see every movement of him rising.

On the jade chair.

White clothes.

Black hair.

That face, still incredibly clear even amidst the dark purple light of the burning realm demonic fire.

Su Changge stood up.

The gazes of over ten thousand people all focused on him.

The crying stopped.

The shouting stopped.

Even the sound of the demonic fire burning seemed to become distant in this instant.

Everyone was looking at him.

Red Ember was also looking at him.

The charging flame dragon paused its movements.

Red Ember's draconic eyes narrowed slightly.

He wanted to see what this man in white, who hadn't moved a finger from beginning to end, was actually going to do.

Su Changge stood there.

The wind blew through his robes.

His white clothes fluttered.

His lips moved.

His voice wasn't loud.

But at this moment, the System's passive effect transmitted his voice into the depths of everyone's Soul.

"You are kneeling to the wrong person."

Su Changge's voice was flat and indifferent.

The ten thousand people were stunned.

Xiao Huang was stunned.

The Purple Mansion Saint Master was stunned.

Zhao Tian was stunned.

Ye Qingyao's eyes widened slightly.

A trace of confusion flashed in Red Ember's draconic eyes.

Su Changge's gaze swept across the entire field.

He looked past the Cultivators kneeling on the ground.

He looked past the blood-covered Elders.

He looked past the weeping Disciples.

Then his gaze fell upon Red Ember.

He let out a sigh.

That sigh, bolstered by the System's effects, turned into a cool breeze that swept across the entire assembly.

The breeze brushed past everyone's face.

It was cool.

Carrying an indescribable temperature.

In every Cultivator touched by the breeze, the fear in their hearts faded by a fraction.

Su Changge spoke.