The news of the death of the Sacred Cult spread throughout the fist world before the corpses could be removed.
People were amazed - in less than an hour, the righteous warriors climbed to the top of the Black Forest Rock, killing everyone there like ants.
In the Central Plains, everyone scread with joy - there was no longer any doubt that the evil cults were living their last days. Even Nangong, the leader of the Holy Cult and one of the four strongest, was killed in just a asly hour.
The vicious cults reacted completely differently. The demons ran as fast as they could to the Ming cult, and many imdiately rushed further - into impassable mountains, where they could wait out the attack of the righteous sects.
At the top of Bright Peak, Ao Mingjiao himself sat on the throne with a sour expression and muttered:
“The Sacred Cult was destroyed, Master Nangong died. The Sword God is already coming for us. Well, why didn’t I listen to the Violet Dragon King then? It was necessary to kill the geek personally. How did it co to this?!”
He hit the armrest of the throne with his fist, crushing it almost to the seat.
“Master, the army of the righteous is approaching, destroying all cults along the way. In two, at most three weeks, they will be here. How do we stop them?”
At the foot of the throne, the elders of the Ming cult crowded like ants around spilled syrup. They all looked scared and panicking.
Ao Mingjiao patted his cheeks, trying to cheer himself up. He is not Nangong - he is a vile monster of unknown gender. He is a true monster who has learned the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
After thinking for a mont, Mingjiao calmly ordered:
“First, equip the Five Elents army with bows and station troops in each fortress along the way. Let's start by thinning out the opponents. Second, call together all surviving evil cults. Let them know that if the Ming cult falls, then they will all fall. Oh, and one last thing. Execute all deserters on the spot! We will only survive if Bright Peak survives!”
Strong orders helped people calm down. Embracing their fists with their palms, they bowed and went.
Only after the door had closed behind them did Master Ao ask the servant:
“Where is Tianjiao? Why didn't he co?”
The servant, lowering her head in embarrassnt, reported:
“After an unknown intelligence officer spread a dirty rumor defaming the young master, Ao Tianjiao locked himself away and did not leave his palace. And they called a eting regarding the death of the Holy Cult, then... they couldn’t find the young master...”
Master Ao covered his face with his hand. He had just ordered the deserters to be killed without rcy, and his own son, Young Cult Master Ming, had escaped! His face turned red with sha.
“What a bastard. Raised a nit! Spit. Go down to the others and fight. Whether we survive or not depends only on us. But history, in any case, will rember the Ming cult as brave n who gave battle to the scum who called themselves righteous disciples.”
“That’s right!” the maid bowed and hurried to the exit from the hall.
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Two weeks later, an army of three hundred thousand n led by Lin Yi arrived at the border of the western region and joined all the soldiers stationed in Lanzhou..
Their number imdiately increased by another hundred thousand. Four hundred thousand people, an army of almost half a million experts of the third class and above!
Moreover, the quality of these troops varied strikingly. If three hundred thousand people who had defeated the Holy Cult were to challenge these one hundred thousand elite warriors of the Five Mountain Swords, they would lose utterly.
Just an hour later, the army, which had more than doubled its capabilities, ford a new formation and set off.
But this ti, the closer they ca to the territory of a large vicious cult, the stronger the resistance beca. The Five Elents Army was truly impressive, and they fought until the very end.
However, the Five Mountain Swords Army was even more impressive, and was so war-hardened that it moved forward no matter what..
It took them more than two weeks to reach the foot of the Bright Peak, where Lin Yi ordered to rest for three days and recuperate before the final battle.
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While the good news spread throughout the righteous world, Huang Yiting and Mu Ziyan sailed south.
For more than a month, their boat cut through the waves, but finally the target appeared on the horizon.
“Sister, there’s sothing there,” Ziyan said doubtfully, squinting into the distance. “Or there is nothing. So bare land.”
Itin was also squinting into the distance, when suddenly she noticed sothing and pointed to the sky:
“Look!”
Ziyan raised his head and his eyes opened much wider. For several seconds he stood neither alive nor dead, trying to understand what his eyes were seeing..
Everywhere the eye could see, the pale blue wall trembled. Like an upside down bowl covering the whole world.
“What is this?!" he exclaid, pale to blue.
Itin looked at the canvas covering the world with a feeling of anticipation and thirst. Taking a deep breath, she asked:
“You know that over the past thousands, if not tens of thousands of years, there has not been a single flawless expert in the fist world?”
“Is it all because of this?” muttered Ziyan, pointing with a trembling finger at, in the most literal sense of the word, the border of the world.
Itin nodded:
“Yes, precisely because of this. Having beco the supre expert, you began to open acupuncture points. Tell , did you manage to feel the energy of the world? Well, I'm sure it succeeded. But it is not they who open the way further, but the core - if you want to beco an impeccable expert, you must create the core of your inner strength, force its flows to form a cycle that will, like a funnel, suck in the energy of the world through three hundred and sixty acupuncture points.”
She clenched her fist.
“Only then will your epheral inner strength turn into liquid - the true Qi of the legends. Because it cannot be created only by the energy of the body, it has to be borrowed from the world. And how could it be otherwise, if you want the power of nature itself to be in your movents??”
Itin looked up at the sky.
“And because of the veil, our world is sealed. Its energy can be absorbed, but new energy can’t co from anywhere. Therefore, it is becoming less and less, and impeccable experts have beco legends. Even the experts at the peak of the upper class had disappeared. If the veil does not disappear, then thousands of years will pass and there will be no one left capable of ascending to the class of supre experts. A little more and the inner strength will disappear forever.”
Ziyan felt angry, with clenched teeth he hissed:
“And what kind of creature did this? Who hates us so much?”
“Our ancestors,” Yiting said indifferently, causing Ziyan’s anger to choke..
“Why did they do this?”
Instead of answering, Itin decided to tell a story:
“Thousands of years ago, the patriarch of Peach Bud Island was one of the five greatest experts in the world. Having achieved everything that can be achieved in the fist world, he began to look for a path to the rank of impeccable experts. He collected inner strength techniques from all over the fist world, looked for answers in stories and legends, but could not find anything. Then, in sadness, he decided to go overseas and sailed alone, on a small boat.”
“Making his way through storms and almost losing his boat, after many months, he suddenly saw this blue veil, visible only at dawn, only in this place, and only by the supre experts. The Patriarch was no less puzzled than you. He imdiately returned to the island and re-read all the records that had survived from antiquity, until he finally found the tale of how our ancient ancestors enchanted the world to prevent foreign invasion.”
“Ten, if not a hundred thousand years ago, our lands were called the Holy Land of the Golden Gate! Then they competed for control of the entire world with other Gates, but for unknown reasons they had to isolate themselves and create a spell using the energy of the world. Gradually, the secret was forgotten by everyone and turned into an ordinary fairy tale, while the energy continues to be depleted to this day. Countless generations have been born and passed away, sects change, there is a struggle for power, but the truth is that our whole world is just a small cell.”
“When the ancient patriarch learned this secret, he was already too old. All that was in his power was to leave the truth to posterity. And since then, only the main heirs of the island, the masters and their students, know the secret. All of us, entering the supre world, sail here to see the veil with our own eyes and try to get out. No one has yet succeeded, but another of our ancestors, hundreds of years ago, calculated that the energy of the world would only last for a few centuries before cracks opened in the barrier through which the supre experts could escape. According to his calculations, from today...”
She didn't finish. Her gaze suddenly caught sothing strange.
... Ripples spreading across the barrier.
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