432: Chapter 432 Resurrection (50)

Panic.

Panic spread quietly through the Qingmu Sect like a plague.

The Demonic Dao Great Emperor, Blood Butcher, was currently carrying out a bloodbath in Qingzhou.

This news brought unprecedented shock and panic.

The Disciples of the Qingmu Sect could no longer focus on their Cultivation, gathering in small groups and whispering amongst themselves, everyone filled with dread and unease.

"Have you heard? Yanzhou is gone, slaughtered by a Demonic Dao Great Emperor named Blood Butcher!"

"Now he's come to our Qingzhou, and the Zijin Holy Land... was wiped out overnight! That place was guarded by a Saint King Old Ancestor!"

"Heavens, what should we do? Surely the Sect Master and the Elders will have a plan?"

However, inside the Sect's meeting hall, the atmosphere was even more heavy than the panic outside; it was a scene of dead silence.

Sect Master Su Changqing sat at the head of the hall. This old man, who had just stepped into the Saint Realm and should have been high-spirited, now had a face covered in exhaustion and helplessness.

His gaze swept over the Elders below, whose expressions were equally solemn, and his voice was bitter.

"I believe everyone is clear on the situation."

"The opponent is a true Great Emperor."

Great Emperor.

These two words weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

"I have only recently entered the Second Lotus Saint Realm. Even if I stake this old life of mine, I couldn't stop even a single finger of a Great Emperor."

"That Mountain-Protecting Formation our Sect takes such pride in would likely be no different from wet paper before him."

Despair spread through the hall.

Right then, an Elder seemed to think of something, and a flicker of hope reignited in his eyes.

"Sect Master! We... don't we still have the Guardian Sacred Beast?"

"The Sacred Beast possesses vast Divine Abilities, perhaps..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Su Changqing's bitter laughter.

"The Sacred Beast?"

Su Changqing shook his head, his face full of self-deprecation.

"No matter how strong the Sacred Beast is, it is still only in the Saint Realm. Have you ever seen someone in the Saint Realm contend with a Great Emperor?"

"To pin the hope of the Sect's survival on a spirit pet—how absurd."

The hall fell into silence once more.

The only hope seemed to be waiting for the distant Heavenly Court to send experts for rescue.

But that hope was too slim; distant water could not quench a nearby fire.

After a long while, Su Changqing finally stood up slowly and made a difficult decision.

"Preserve the fire seeds."

...

The night was deep.

In the back mountains of the Qingmu Sect, an ancient Teleportation Array that had long been abandoned was quietly activated by several Venerable Elders working together.

Su Changqing personally selected dozens of the most talented and trustworthy young Disciples in the Sect to stand before the Teleportation Array.

Su Xinqiao was among them.

On their faces, there was no relief at being about to escape, only a sense of tragic solemnity and determination.

They were the Sect's final 'fire seeds.'

Su Changqing looked at these young faces, his eyes filled with reluctance and resolve.

"Children, remember this day."

His voice was hoarse, yet it contained an unquestionable power.

"Remember the blood the Sect shed for you, and remember the fellow Disciples who stayed behind."

"Live on, and then, carry on the Legacy of the Qingmu Sect!"

He did not say any words of farewell.

Because he and all the Elders and Disciples staying behind had already prepared themselves.

They would use their own flesh and blood to fight for that final sliver of hope for these 'fire seeds' to be transferred.

Just as the 'fire seed' group was about to step onto the Teleportation Array at the final moment, the intense reluctance in Su Xinqiao's heart finally became uncontrollable.

She left the group alone and ran like mad toward the Immortal Cave in the back mountain that belonged to 'Xiao Yun.'

Inside the Immortal Cave, that snow-white Spirit Fox was lying quietly on a bed made of thousand-year-old warm jade, its eyes tightly closed.

At this moment, Wang Yun was at the most critical stage of transforming his own power. His entire mind was immersed in the vast ocean of energy within his body, temporarily losing all perception of the outside world.

"Xiao Yun..."

Su Xinqiao rushed in and pulled the Spirit Fox into her arms, her tears wetting its snow-white fur.

"I'm sorry... I have to go... I might never see you again..."

She sobbed uncontrollably, burying her face in the Spirit Fox's warm fur, pouring out her reluctance and fear.

She gently hung a Storage Ring around the Spirit Fox's neck.

"In here are all my savings from these years, as well as the spirit fruits I hid away... You... you have to be well..."

Wang Yun could sense the girl's sadness; he could sense that pure concern, untainted by any self-interest.

But he could not afford to be distracted right now, let alone give any response.

He could only lie there quietly, letting the girl hold him, appearing somewhat 'indifferent.'

Finally, Su Xinqiao wiped away her tears, took one last look at him, and turned to run toward the Teleportation Array.

However, she was unable to step onto that Formation representing hope.

The very instant she was about to rejoin the group.

A terrifying blood-colored Qi and Imperial Might descended from the sky.

The sky turned into a nauseating dark red in an instant.

Crack!

The entire Mountain-Protecting Formation that the Qingmu Sect was so proud of was instantly covered in cracks and shattered with a bang before this Imperial Might.

That ancient Teleportation Array, which carried the Sect's last hope, was crushed directly into fine powder under the Imperial Might.

All hope was completely destroyed at this moment.

A figure shrouded in pitch-black Devilish Qi appeared in the sky above the Qingmu Sect.

He did not strike immediately.

He hovered there playfully, enjoying the fear and despair of the people below.

"Ants, are you afraid?"

The voice of Great Emperor Blood Butcher rang out, filled with disregard for life.

"Are you in despair?"

"Very good. This Emperor loves this expression of yours."

His gaze swept over the crowd as if he were picking out tonight's dishes.

Finally, his gaze fixed upon Su Xinqiao.

A look of greed appeared in his eyes.

"Oh? Interesting."

"To think that in such a backwater place, I could encounter a top-tier Cauldron like the 'Yimu Saint Body.'"

He began to laugh coldly.

"Little girl, this Emperor shall take your life essence!"

As his voice fell, a giant demonic hand condensed from blood-colored energy descended from the sky, grabbing straight for Su Xinqiao, who was already too terrified to move.

"Don't you dare!"

In the depths of ultimate despair, Su Changqing erupted with a final burst of courage.

He and all the Elders of the Qingmu Sect simultaneously burned their Origin and Divine Soul, turning into tragic streaks of light as they launched the strongest attacks of their lives, attempting to block that demonic hand.

Like moths to a flame.

Like a mantis trying to stop a carriage.

Their attacks failed to stir even a single ripple before Great Emperor Blood Butcher's vast Imperial Might and were easily snuffed out.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The figures of Su Changqing and all the Elders fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground, coughing up blood, their auras withered, already gravely injured and on the verge of death.

The Qingmu Sect's final resistance ended here.

The blood-colored giant hand continued to grab toward Su Xinqiao without any further obstruction.

Death was close at hand.

Just as that blood-colored giant hand was about to touch Su Xinqiao.

It stopped in mid-air without any warning.

A calm voice, carrying a hint of annoyance, rang in everyone's ears.

"Get lost, or die."

Everyone looked toward the source of the voice in shock.

It was that snow-white Spirit Fox, which had at some point stood in front of Su Xinqiao and blocked that blood-colored giant hand.

Under everyone's gaze, a brilliant white light emanated from all around the Spirit Fox.

The light dissipated.

The Spirit Fox had vanished.

In its place was a calm young man dressed in white with black hair draped over his shoulders.

He was dressed in white, appearing completely out of place on this bloody battlefield.

The moment he appeared, an ancient and vast aura spread out.

Blood Butcher's suffocating Imperial Might was actually forcibly dispersed by this aura.

The playfulness and greed on Blood Butcher's face turned into shock and wariness.

Wang Yun didn't even spare him a glance.

He simply raised his hand and threw a simple punch toward the blood-colored demonic hand frozen in mid-air.

Boom!

The demonic hand condensed from the Great Emperor's Laws shattered instantly.

Only then did Wang Yun lift his head, looking at the uncertain figure high in the sky with cold eyes.

"Your opponent is me."