Capítulo 1215: Chapter 1214: Pushed to the Limit
It’s like driving ducks onto a perch.
Among those forced up, there are many of Hou Niao’s friends.
Lao Yu was the first to be shoved up. On this day, above Dushan, lightning flashed and thunder roared, clouds dispersed with strange phenona, the tribulation thunder persisted for a long ti, terrifying everyone as it ravaged the skies above Dushan for three whole days before clearing up, followed by a hearty loud voice,
“Damn, am I really so unpopular, and there’s still a year’s difference?”
For cultivators, there’s an unclear sense of either right or wrong, a belief that the closer the ti between one’s success in ascending to the Upper Realm and Heaven Creation, the tighter the person’s bond with the Qi Fortune of Jinxiu Continent.
Lao Yu was very dissatisfied with himself, but he truly couldn’t stand it any longer. If he waited any longer, he feared he’d face expulsion instead of ascension.
Becoming the fourteenth master of Dushan Sword Sect should have been a cause for great celebration, whether personally or for the sect, but in the current special circumstances, no one could genuinely rejoice.
He certainly wasn’t happy because he had effectively been ousted from the Heaven Creation ranking, which was a bit hard to accept for soone as proud as him. Though he never said it, he considered himself a significant figure, but now, was he overestimating himself a bit?
His unhappiness was evident to the disciples around him, yet no one wanted to provoke him at this mont, so all pretended not to notice, turning a blind eye.
In the past, a sect’s core Golden Core successfully ascending to Nascent Soul was a grand celebratory event, celebrated with much fanfare, and now it was t with indifference?
Thinking about it was amusing.
Lao Yu was a broad-minded person. His gloom quickly passed, with the only slight displeasure being that Li Chuping had insisted on surpassing him?
The two had competed secretly for centuries, and at the critical mont, he had lost to old Li, which was sothing he couldn’t quite let go of.
This wasn’t the occasion to disturb others on their ascension path, so he declined all celebrations quietly, unnoticed.
He felt relieved, but on Dushan, a large group was still striving for ascension, including Li Chuping, Fang Yazi, and others; likewise, those at the Upper Realm Nascent Soul were also working towards becoming True Monarchs; even the usually carefree Master Wu had gone into seclusion. Until after Heaven Creation, such silence could not be broken.
… On Yingtai Island, as the thunder force slightly cleared, a Water Dragon roared as it spiraled over the vast ocean, with a Daoist sitting atop it, full of discontent yet helpless.
Xiang Anshi had successfully taken this step, living up to his past fa as one of the Twelve Star Signs, but at this mont, he bore no look of pride, only full of regret.
In Jinxiu Continent, he was one of the most competitive individuals, with only that dog truly earning his respect, but since the massive influx of Upper Realm cultivators, his status within the Jinxiu Golden Core circle plumted, too many -1-1…
By now, he barely had any presence within the Jinxiu circle; of course, this wasn’t solely his issue—it was the plight of all Jinxiu native cultivators, suppressed entirely by the Upper Realm’s prestige, with no chance of making a coback, except for that dog.
Landing back on Yingtai, he accepted the congratulations from his fellow brothers and sisters, but declined to hold any kind of ceremony; there was nothing to be proud of. For soone as proud as him, unable to be the head of a bull, not even the head of a chicken, was a blow in disguise.
He looked up towards the various halls on the island, where many brothers and sisters were still striving, but truthfully speaking, their chances of success were already very low—let alone going with the flow to create the heavens; even achieving the Upper Realm Nascent Soul was questionable.
Except for one person, Fairy Hong Xiu.
It’s said that Hong Xiu went into seclusion just a few days ago. Such steadiness wasn’t sothing he could compare to, but could she succeed?
Whenever he thought of the strength of those envoys from the Southeast Daoist Sect, his heart was filled with doubt.
The sands of ti wash away, who is to erge supre?
… In the northwest desert, yellow sands stretched endlessly, with storms sweeping past and no sight of the sky.
In the northwest protective forest line, after decades of recovery, vibrant greenery could be seen once again. However, the greenery was no longer dominated by trees but by lush wood thorns. Although these plants seed shorter, they were easier to grow, more drought-resistant, and had roots that held the ground better.
Through constant contests with the environnt and undead creatures, humans learned many practical lessons.
Over the past several days, on a stretch of green foliage running a thousand miles long, it seed as though a certain life energy was flickering, even with the sky raining down relentless dry thunder and dust clouds, the vibrant vitality of this green belt could not be suppressed.
Then, a lodious whistle echoed through the boundless wilderness, lingering for a long ti. A month later, a figure erged from beneath the sands, flicking their garnts, and their flowing black hair appeared almost fairy-like.
Yin Qingsi had now beco a Nascent Soul Master, and like all other Jinxiu cultivators, there wasn’t much joy visible in her expression, only a faint hint of lancholy.
In fact, her ambitions for the future weren’t that grand; she didn’t expect to beco a figure of great continuity for the entire Jinxiu, yet when everything ca to pass so blandly, there was still a subtle sense of loss.
She had tried her best to spread her wings, but still couldn’t impact the future in any aningful way.
With a sigh, she felt an urge to fly southwest—could it be that person?
… In Anhe Dao Country, at Anhe Palace, lately, Anhe Palace had beco sowhat lively, not for the number of people, but for the troubling abundance of lightning.
As a proper Daoist inheritance, though not as vast as the Great Dao Sects, it was far superior to small sects. The entire Dao lineage had a strong foundation, and on the eve of Horizon Opening, over a hundred Golden Core Late Stage cultivators began to make upward pushes into Upper Realm mode, hoping their ascension rhythm would align with the Horizon opening of Jinxiu.
This wasn’t all; so cultivators were still waiting for their chance.
Due to this situation, for several months above Anhe Palace, there had been constant lightning clouds, growing increasingly dense.
If one amplified the situation in Anhe Palace across the entire Jinxiu Continent, even more Golden Cores were in the sa state; fortunately, what tested them was the almighty Heavenly Dao; otherwise, the heavens would be exhausted.
There were many lightning clouds, but very few managed to successfully pass through; so far, only one old Golden Core in Anhe Palace had been lucky enough to make it through, with the rest still striving or entirely defeated by the tribulation thunder, with many casualties.
In the sky, there were lightning clouds everywhere: so storing energy, others striking down, and so dissipating; it was hard to tell which cloud struck whom… everything was in chaos.
To humans, all this seed so chaotic, but under the watchful eye of the Heavenly Dao, no one could dawdle any longer, and no one could exploit the chaos to fish in troubled waters.
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