83: Chapter 83 Demons and Monsters Rampage the Human World

"Centurion, once we become stars, how will the history of this Mortal world record us?"

"Will our names be remembered in history?"

"I suppose they will."

"But are our achievements truly enough?"

They couldn't hold Yue City, couldn't stop the flood; eventually, the Yao Beasts would cross this line of defense.

Strangely, the meat of the Yao Beasts killed on the battlefield was inedible.

Anyone who ate the Yao Beast meat would explode and die.

It was as if there were some sort of curse specifically targeting Mortals.

Amidst the flickering campfire, the Centurion, who hadn't eaten for days, stood up.

Holding a torch, he walked to the city wall.

It was as if he had reached a decision.

He picked up a broken porcelain bowl and scooped it against the ground.

He specifically scooped up the red blood left by the Yao Beasts, gathering it.

Then, the Centurion dipped his finger into the blood and began writing on the city wall.

"Everyone, come and leave your names."

"But we're illiterate!"

"I'll write them."

"What is your name?"

Under the sparse stars and bright moon, the soldiers lined up one by one, holding porcelain bowls as crooked characters were carved onto the wall... A Fan held the young girl, his Spiritual Sense spreading out as he used his dharmic power to project the scenes of the next three years, his expression grim.

Just as the Mortal soldiers were being completely wiped out.

From the nearest Immortal mountain and blessed land.

The Immortals descended.

The Cultivators walked across the battlefield, the soles of their cloud-embroidered boots carefully avoiding the filth.

Some of the female Cultivators even covered their noses and mouths with silk handkerchiefs, flicking their sleeves; with a flash of spiritual light, they turned the unsightly bones into dust.

The bunkers the soldiers had built from corpses and the gunpowder traps left in the city all melted away like ice and snow in the spiritual light.

"Sure enough, Revered Master was right; there really is an Opportunity in descending the mountain this time!"

"There are Yao cores all along the way, enough to guarantee our cultivation needs for three years!"

The Cultivators' Divine Senses swept across the land, instinctively ignoring the Mortals struggling for breath in Yue City.

"The land is soaked with the blood of the Mountain and Sea Yao Beasts. If the flood washes over it in the future, it will become fertile land and may even give rise to Spiritual Veins."

"In the Yu'e Mountains, the Mortals who migrate here in the future will be nourished by Spiritual Qi, and the number of immortal sprouts born with Spiritual Roots will greatly increase!"

"Pity there are no immortal sprouts in this city right now."

A young female Cultivator suddenly let out a soft exclamation; on the ground cleared by her Spell, she crushed a porcelain bowl underfoot.

In the moment she paused, she saw the city wall before her.

It was covered in densely packed, crooked characters carved in blood.

"What is this? I thought it was an array pattern."

The fellow Disciples glanced over indifferently and were stunned: "It actually contains the essence blood of Yao Beasts."

"Good stuff, let's take it all."

The red characters gradually blurred, turning into drops of Yao blood that were collected into the Cultivators' jade bottles.

Then, the Cultivators released their Divine Senses, slaying the first-tribulation Yao Beasts that had been wounded by Mortal gunpowder and weapons to harvest their cores.

"The flood is coming; let's return to the Sect."

"No rush. It wasn't easy to come out; how can we leave without taking some incense?"

"True. incense nourishing wondrous rhyme is an excellent choice."

"Don't you want the incense from this city?"

"Too little. There are only tens of thousands of dying people; better to go inland."

Just as the Cultivators were communicating via sound transmission...

The survivors in the city cried out heart-wrenchingly, wanting them to stay.

"Immortal Revered Master, save us! Immortal... Revered Master..."

However, the twenty figures remained indifferent, turning into streaks of light and disappearing into the horizon... The flood arrived.

In the narrow alleys, the floodwaters had already reached the eaves.

The living beings in the water were like fish without gills.

Struggling hard, they eventually drowned.

Women who couldn't swim formed human ladders underwater, taking turns stepping on each other's shoulders to catch their breath.

Some tried to bring out homemade rafts, but in these massive waves, it was undoubtedly a futile effort.

The Mortals were nearly exhausted; fewer and fewer people remained in the surging waves.

But amidst the torrent, a flash of purple caught the eye.

It was a young girl in a purple shirt, huddled on a door panel in the waves.

Somehow, at every point she passed, hands would support the door panel beneath her, pushing her toward areas where the flood current was slower.

The people passing her along were swept away by the waves one after another.

The girl wept, clinging to the door panel as she drifted on.

And so it went, until she drifted to the last woman.

The woman bit through her own clothes.

She used the tied strips of clothing as a rope to tether the girl, preventing her from being washed away... A Fan withdrew his Spiritual Sense, standing high in the sky, the hem of his feather robe extending silently.

The girl in his arms had fallen asleep, sleeping soundly.

A Fan inspected her and found that she had an ailment in her brain.

Perhaps from being submerged in water for too long, or perhaps from malnutrition, she had only a blurry perception of the outside world.

"Sigh, how miserable..."

A Fan condensed dharmic power at his fingertip and tapped the girl's forehead, awakening her spirit.

After finishing everything, A Fan fell silent as he recalled that glimpse of the Mortal world.

With a step, he flickered away, flying toward the capital of this Dynasty with the girl.

"The Immortal Revered Master is benevolent! Farewell, Immortal Revered Master!"

In the capital, the Monarch of the Dynasty was performing the three prostrations and nine kowtows toward the direction where the Immortals had departed.

"This is truly a moving story! It's on everyone's lips!"

"the twenty immortals who subdued demons—twenty enlightened Immortals from the Qingyang Sword Sect entered the world, slew the Yao Beasts, and restored peace to the Mortal realm!"

the twenty immortals who subdued demons? What twenty Immortals?

Hearing those five words, A Fan, who was traveling thousands of miles away, was momentarily stunned.

When he arrived at the capital, he saw a thirty-foot-tall white jade stele in front of the imperial city.

The names of 'the twenty immortals who subdued demons' were inscribed upon it.

At the top was the Qingyang Sword Immortal, followed by nineteen names all adorned with magnificent Dao titles.

"Immortals... taking... incense?"

No matter how indifferent A Fan's emotions were.

Seeing this scene, he felt a surge of nausea.

At this moment, for the first time, he transformed back into his Yao form and flew up to the azure clouds.

He wanted to go to that so-called Immortal mountain to see what that so-called 'Qingyang Sword Sect' really was.

But after flying above the azure clouds, he froze.

Above the azure clouds, the stars were brilliant.

Perhaps he was flying too low, as he didn't see the 'Nine Heavens' the Mortals spoke of.

He only saw the shadows of the Mountain and Sea gods, demons, and constellations.

The Divine Birds's nest, the dragon-soaring clouds, the tiger-roaring wind... all transformed into constellations in the sky.

As he flew higher and higher, passing those constellation shadows.

Above the Nine Heavens, A Fan's expression grew increasingly solemn.

Immortal palaces? Gods?

There was nothing.

No guiding golden light, no Ascension platform.

Everything was colorless and silent.

The heavens were void and deathly silent... Feiguang Prefecture.

On Shen Moyan's green jade desk, the 'records of the mountain and sea official appointments' lay open.

Chapter Two, which had four sections in total, was currently at the end of the third section.

"The tragedy of Langya Prefecture is truly not much different from the chaos of demons described in the third section of that book."

Shen Moyan looked through the perspective of the paper figures.

Throughout Langya Prefecture, except for the gathering places of Cultivators...

The Mortals were either abducted by the Mythical Tree and ended up in the bellies of Yao Beasts, or they drowned in the vast sea.

"Unless one achieves eternal life, they are just like all living beings in the Mountain and Sea."

Shen Moyan's gaze was indifferent, his expression blank.

"All are but fish in the vast sea, drifting with the current."