189: Chapter 189 Mo Shao Cong's Vow

"Young Master, that's enough."

"He's dead."

It wasn't until Mo Wentian walked over and gently pressed his shoulder that Mo Shaocong trembled and came to a stop.

By this time.

The Xuanming Sect's Sect Master on the ground had long since been reduced to a pulp.

He was likely so finely minced that even making beef balls out of him would be considered too smooth...

Mo Shaocong did not spare the man another glance.

Instead, he knelt directly on the ground.

He raised his head.

Looking toward the sky.

On his face.

Tears were already streaming down.

"Father, Mother, Grandfather, and all my fellow clansmen..."

"Do you see this?"

"Our enemy is dead..."

"You can all rest in peace now..."

While Mo Shaocong was immersed in the grief of remembering his clansmen.

The entire Xuanming Sect.

Had now turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Those once high-and-mighty Xuanming Sect Disciples were now falling one by one into pools of blood, dying with their eyes wide open.

Even the two Unity Realm Elders had been jointly slain by the powerhouses of the three top-tier Sects...

From beginning to end.

The Imperial Dynasty's army of a million had not even needed to act!

Relying solely on those people from the Jinyu World was more than enough to annihilate the Xuanming Sect...

In less than an hour.

The Xuanming Sect, a prestigious first-rate power of the Jinyu World that was on the verge of becoming a top-tier power, had been completely wiped out.

In the entire Sect.

Only Old Ancestor Xuanming remained...

As the mastermind behind the Mo Family's massacre, Mo Wentian would not slay him so easily.

Just moments ago.

Mo Wentian had already exchanged blows with him. Although both were in the Late Stage of the Unity Realm.

The gap in their strength was still immense.

Setting aside everything else.

Mo Wentian's Realm was at the limit of the Unity Realm Late Stage, just a hair's breadth away from a Breakthrough to the Unity Realm Peak.

Furthermore.

His Realm had been elevated through the Imperial Dynasty's Power of Imperial Fortune; the solidity of his Foundation was far deeper than those who Cultivate step by step on their own.

He was simply not someone Old Ancestor Xuanming—who only managed a Breakthrough by popping pills—could compare to.

The difference between the two.

Could be described as the difference between clouds and mud!

Within ten moves of their encounter, he had been heavily injured by Mo Wentian, and his cultivation had been Seal-ed.

Completely and utterly.

He had become a lamb waiting for the slaughter!

Old Ancestor Xuanming sat slumped amidst the ruins, covered in blood, his aura withered to the extreme.

At this moment.

He looked like an ordinary, wretched old man, lacking even the strength to stand up.

He looked at the sea of blood and corpses around him, and at those once-familiar faces falling one by one into pools of blood.

In his heart.

He felt a complex mix of emotions!

Of course.

These were not the most important things. Most importantly, when he thought about how he had just reached the Late Stage of the Unity Realm only to encounter this, he felt incredibly stifled and frustrated!!

The Late Stage of the Unity Realm...

It was the most Peak existence standing in this world!

He was just about to enjoy the feeling of looking down upon all living beings and doing as he pleased!

And the result?

Before it could even begin, it was fucking over!

The most critical point was.

He hadn't even had the chance to enjoy it for a single day...

This kind of situation.

Just thinking about it was stifling. It was like winning the lottery jackpot, but before you could redeem it, you lost the ticket. Imagine how stifling that would be...

He raised his head.

He looked at Mo Wentian and Mo Shaocong standing before him. There was no killing intent in his eyes, only the stifled frustration and annoyance of having his good fortune interrupted.

This time, he did not beg for mercy.

Nor did he admit fault.

At the very beginning, he might have held a sliver of hope, attempting to shift the blame and try to survive.

But now.

He understood.

Begging for mercy was utterly useless!

The reason the other party deliberately kept him alive wasn't because they wanted to let him go.

It was because he was the mastermind, so they certainly didn't want him to die too easily.

Having realized this.

He actually felt a sense of relief...

"Heh heh..."

Old Ancestor Xuanming laughed.

The laugh was somewhat desolate, somewhat self-deprecating, and somewhat like a release.

"I have Cultivated for thirty-eight thousand years, rising from a mere Loose Cultivator step by step to where I am today."

"I have killed countless people, seized countless treasures, and annihilated countless families."

"Ending up like this today, there is nothing more to say."

He looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes surprisingly calm.

"I was not wrong."

"The world of cultivation is naturally this cruel."

"Contending with people, contending with heaven, contending with the Dao."

"When my strength was great, I killed others and annihilated your Family."

"Now that my strength is weak, I am killed by you, and my Sect is destroyed."

"It is only right."

"Neither of us was wrong."

He paused, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"My only regret is..."

"I didn't have time to experience the feeling of standing at the Peak."

After saying this.

He closed his eyes.

Inside his body, a faint power suddenly surged.

That was his last bit of Origin power.

Although his cultivation was Seal-ed, he was, after all, a powerhouse in the Late Stage of the Unity Realm; if he wanted to end his own life, he could still manage it.

Mo Wentian sensed something immediately and frowned.

But he did not stop him.

An instant later.

Old Ancestor Xuanming suddenly opened his eyes again, then looked at Mo Wentian and the other and roared.

"To hell with you!"

"I was not wrong!"

"You want to torture me? Keep dreaming! Hahaha..."

The moment the words fell.

Old Ancestor Xuanming's head slumped down directly.

A generation's Sect Old Ancestor had fallen just like that.

It happened so fast.

He didn't even give Mo Wentian and the other a chance to react!

And Mo Wentian.

Looking at the corpse before him, he was slightly stunned; mainly because the last words the man said were quite unexpected.

If you're going to die, just die.

Why hurl profanities and put on an act at the very end...

Though he was complaining inwardly.

Mo Wentian's face did not show any signs of anger.

"This old fellow! He wasn't too bad; at least he knew to leave himself a bit of dignity at the end!"

He also knew in his heart.

Old Ancestor Xuanming was right.

The world of cultivation was naturally this cruel.

There was no right or wrong.

Only the strong and the weak!

Today, he had won.

Therefore, he lived.

Tomorrow, if someone stronger than him appeared, he might also die. This was the fate of a cultivator!

...

To the side, Mo Shaocong.

Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground and the Xuanming Sect that had turned into ruins, a complex expression flashed in his eyes.

"Old Mo, we..."

"Have been avenged."

Mo Wentian gently patted his shoulder, then spoke with a solemn face.

"Young Master, the Mo Family's grudge has been avenged."

"But you must remember, it was the Imperial Dynasty and His Majesty who gave us the opportunity for revenge, and it was the Imperial Dynasty and His Majesty who helped us achieve it!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words.

Mo Shaocong immediately put away all his sorrow.

He was not stupid.

He naturally understood very well in his heart!

If it weren't for their good luck in joining the Tianxuan Dynasty, they would never have had a chance for revenge in this lifetime!

"Rest assured, Old Mo, I understand in my heart. In this life, I am willing to shed every drop of my blood for the Imperial Dynasty; even after death, my Soul is willing to guard the Imperial Dynasty!"