434: Chapter 434 Leave Quickly

[However, this was only the beginning.]

[Those Soul Transformation and Nascent Soul figures quickly scattered after the first collision, each looking for their own opponents.]

[Within just a few breaths, the battlefield expanded to the entire Ziyang Immortal City.]

[Somewhere in the east of the city—]

[Several Soul Transformation figures crossed paths, sword light and blade glows collided, and the resulting shockwaves instantly leveled dozens of surrounding pavilions.]

[In the ruins, a Golden Core Cultivator didn't even have time to flee before being pierced by a stray strand of Sword Intent, his body exploding into a cloud of blood mist.]

[His companion didn't even manage to let out a scream before being struck by another falling streak of light; his entire person was crushed like a squashed tomato, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.]

[Somewhere in the west of the city—]

[Two Nascent Soul Black Armored Guards besieged a Nascent Soul old man from Ziyang Star.]

[The old man's defensive Magic Treasure only held for three breaths before being shattered.]

[Immediately after, two Magic Treasures smashed into him simultaneously—]

["Bang!"]

[His body exploded, and just as his Nascent Soul escaped, it was swallowed by a black mist, vanishing without a trace.]

[In the street behind him, those low-level Cultivators huddled shivering in the corners were swept by the shockwave—over a hundred people froze at the same time.]

[Then, their bodies were like they had been sliced by invisible blades, dismembered piece by piece, scattering across the ground.]

[Blood flowed like a river.]

[Somewhere in the south of the city—]

[A three-story teahouse was split in half by a sword light falling from the sky.]

[Inside the teahouse, those guests who hadn't had time to flee were either killed directly by the sword light or pinned under the collapsing floorboards; screams and cries blended together.]

[An old man selling candied haws had half his head sliced off by a flying piece of broken tile; his body swayed and he fell beside his candied haw stand.]

[The red candied haws rolled all over the ground, mixing with his blood, making it hard to tell which was redder.]

[Somewhere in the north of the city—]

[An alley where low-level Cultivators lived was engulfed by the shockwave of two colliding Magic Treasures.]

[Dozens of low houses were instantly turned to powder.]

[The people living there—Loose Cultivators, Mortals, the elderly, children—didn't even have time to scream before being torn to shreds by the violent Spiritual Qi.]

[Blood mist filled the air, and severed limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere.]

[Only in a certain ruin—]

[You stood quietly with Duan De and Luo Jing on a broken beam slanted into the ground, watching this city that was burning, collapsing, and bleeding.]

[At the same time,]

[Your gaze occasionally swept across a certain spot on the outskirts—]

[There, Liu Ruyan was protecting Liu Siqin, dealing with the siege of several Nascent Soul Cultivators and a group of Golden Core Cultivators.]

[Sword lights crisscrossed, and Spells roared.]

[With her Soul Transformation cultivation, Liu Ruyan forcefully withstood enemies several times her number, firmly protecting Liu Siqin behind her.]

[She struck ruthlessly, someone falling with every sword strike, but there were simply too many besiegers; as soon as one group was killed, another surged forward.]

[Now Liu Siqin also had Golden Core cultivation, and under Liu Ruyan's protection, her own safety was not an issue.]

[Seeing that the two of them were in no immediate danger, the string in your heart that had been tightly wound unconsciously loosened a bit.]

[Beside you, Duan De swallowed hard, his voice tight: "Sect... Sect Leader, should we help the Liu Clan? This is a great opportunity to show off!"]

[Luo Jing nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining frighteningly: "Right, right, right! Sect Leader, this is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity! If our Tai Xuan Sect helps the Liu Clan now, in the future..."]

["No." You smiled and waved your hand, "We aren't helping the Liu Clan."]

[Duan De was stunned, and Luo Jing was also dazed.]

["Then we..."]

["I want you to go help the people of Ziyang Star."]

["What?!" Both of them opened their mouths wide at the same time, their eyes bulging like copper bells.]

["How so?" You looked at them with a smile, your tone casual, "Forgot? We made an oath to advance and retreat together."]

[Duan De's face turned pale: "But... but Sect Leader, what's the difference between this and seeking death?!"]

[Luo Jing nodded vigorously, his voice trembling: "Yeah, yeah! Look at that Immortal Wanling and Grandmother Tianyin, those two Void Refinement Mighty Ones don't even dare to act! If we act... isn't that just looking for death?"]

["Don't worry." You were still smiling, but your gaze crossed the tragic battlefield and cast toward a certain spot in the sky.]

[There, Liu Xuanyin stood with his hands behind his back.]

[He didn't act either, just quietly watching the Shura Field beneath him, his gaze occasionally sweeping across two other directions in the sky—]

[Immortal Wanling, Grandmother Tianyin.]

[Three people in three places, all just watching, none of them moving.]

[When the great battle first began—]

[Immortal Wanling had already led his Disciples to retreat to a very distant place, suspended in a corner of the sky, silently overlooking the slaughter below.]

[Grandmother Tianyin did the same; behind her followed the Disciples of the Tianyin Sect, everyone's expression solemn, yet not a single person acted.]

[The two of them looked at each other from a distance.]

[Grandmother Tianyin spoke, her voice very light, yet clearly entering Immortal Wanling's ears: "Old man, are you just going to watch like this?"]

[Immortal Wanling's brow was tightly furrowed, the wrinkles on his face deepening a bit: "Act? The Liu Clan still has Liu Tianxing and Liu Xuerong, and behind them is the Nine Heavens Heavenly Palace. Once we act, who will bear the consequences?"]

["He said just now that not a single person from Ziyang Star would be left." Grandmother Tianyin's voice remained calm, "Are you just going to sit here and wait for death?"]

["This matter has nothing to do with us." Immortal Wanling shook his head, "He was just overwhelmed by anger just now; once he calms down afterward, would he really keep hounding us?"]

["Then what do you plan to do?"]

["Since things have come to this, leave Ziyang Star, find another remote place, and start over." Immortal Wanling sighed, his gaze sweeping over the mountain of corpses and sea of blood below, "Besides, that Torch Dragon is involved with the Demon Seed. If we help him against the Liu Clan, we would be making an enemy of the entire Immortal Realm."]

[Grandmother Tianyin fell silent.]

[She understood Immortal Wanling's meaning.]

[Self-preservation was the best policy.]

[When the Liu Clan investigated afterward, they wouldn't be able to find fault—after all, this matter truly had nothing to do with their two sects.]

[But once they acted, it would be tearing off the mask, a fight to the death.]

[Just then,]

[A cold voice came from the other side: "This matter has nothing to do with you two. Take your Disciples and leave."]

[The one speaking was Liu Xuanyin.]

[He didn't turn his head, just stood with his hands behind his back, his voice as cold as ice: "Otherwise, the crime of colluding with the Demon Realm is not something you two can bear."]

[Hearing this, a trace of a smile appeared on Immortal Wanling's face, and he cupped his hands from afar: "Fellow Daoist is indeed reasonable. Regarding today's matter, my Wanling Valley was indeed completely unaware. That the Liu Clan has suffered such a tragedy, this old man also... expresses deep sympathy."]

[Liu Xuanyin waved his hand, interrupting him: "No need for more words. Leave quickly."]