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The cultivators of the Extreme Immortal Palace descended with the intent to annihilate. Aside from the Dayan Dynasty and a few top-tier factions, most Sects could not resist their overwhelming might.
When Shen Lian led the crowd past Tai Xuan Sword Sect, he suddenly stopped. The Sect had been destroyed.
Shen Lian was silent, his gaze locked in the direction of Tai Xuan Sword Sect. Emotions surged through him. After a long pause, he exhaled slowly.
Tai Xuan Sword Sect was his first Sect, the place that carried too many of his memories.
He felt deeply conflicted. Though he didn't hold strong attachments to many, for Zhenren Xuanming and Zhao Linger who had guided him into cultivation, Shen Lian felt heartfelt gratitude.
Xuanming Zhenren and Zhao Linger had fought with everything they had to protect Tai Xuan Sword Sect.
Shen Lian could still see the tragic vision—Extreme Immortal Palace cultivators attacking as young disciples of the Sect, stained with blood and trembling before death, fearlessly drew their swords and charged forward.
They died with honor.
Several Hall Masters engaged the invaders and died heroically. Sect Leader Zhuang Changdao laughed madly and dragged two enemy cultivators into death with him.
Shen Lian had arrived only in time to save Zhao Linger, daughter of Zhenren Xuanming, who had been desperately protected by the others.
"Senior Brother, Father is gone… Tai Xuan Sword Sect is gone…"
Zhao Linger collapsed into Shen Lian's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Haw…"
The little monkey leapt from the giant eight-armed ape's shoulder, wide-eyed, and gently wiped Zhao Linger's tears.
Shen Lian placed a hand on her shoulder, his heart heavy.
Tai Xuan Sword Sect had been annihilated.
And they weren't alone—countless other Sects had already fallen.
The Cangxuan Realm was filled with mourning.
"Junior Sister Linger… you and the little monkey, go into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and wait for me. I will return."
That was the only remaining sanctuary, the last untouched haven. Perhaps hidden in its depths, there was still hope.
"No!"
Zhao Linger raised her tear-stained face, eyes red and teeth clenched, burning with determination.
"I won't hide. I'm going to kill them."
"I will avenge Tai Xuan Sword Sect."
"Tai Xuan disciples die by the sword or not at all!"
She gripped her long sword so tightly her pale fingers bled from the pressure.
"Senior Brother, don't worry. Father said death comes to all—right?"
Zhao Linger broke free from Shen Lian's arms and strode forward.
She turned back suddenly and smiled sweetly, her eyes bright as she looked at him.
"I'm just leaving earlier. Maybe that's more meaningful. If you're still alive, don't forget me."
Boom.
She turned into a streak of spiritual light and rushed forward into the fray.
Her petite figure was quickly swallowed by the battlefield. Only faint glimmers of Tai Xuan Sword Sect's sword light shone—the last brilliance of the Sect in the Cangxuan Realm.
Shen Lian stood frozen, torn inside, as if something deep had been wrenched away.
He wanted to stop her—but this was her choice. She had no regrets.
"You…"
He turned to the little monkey and the eight-armed giant ape. They could have fled to the mountains where the war hadn't yet reached.
But they didn't.
They chose to stand and fight.
"Haw!"
The little monkey jumped to Shen Lian's shoulder, rubbing against him affectionately, just as before.
Shen Lian reached up and touched him, opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. He saw it in the monkey's eyes—the resolve to stay and fight.
"Kill!"
Around him, Cangxuan cultivators raised their weapons and charged toward the Extreme Immortal Palace invaders, burning with the final radiance of their lives.
Within the Dayan Dynasty, soldiers clad in armor and iron resolve moved with blazing eyes. They were the backbone of humanity. As long as they stood, they would never retreat.
Their armor was soaked in blood, their swords crusted with gore. They built a line of defense with their own flesh, flying the banner of Dayan proudly.
Even in death, they stood firm.
"Protect our people! Glory to Dayan!"
Shen Lian saw royal family members fighting in bloodied robes. The once-elegant faces were now grim and resolute.
A prince, blood-drenched and unrecognizable, fought alone with a golden sword against multiple Extreme Immortal Palace cultivators. Pierced through the chest, he gritted his teeth and detonated his body, dragging them into death with him.
Clink.
A dragon-shaped jade pendant at his waist fell, hitting the ground with a crisp ring.
"Come die, beasts of the Immortal Palace!"
The Wine Madman laughed wildly, his red gourd shattered, wine spilling everywhere, filling the air with its rich aroma.
Hum.
A radiant explosion engulfed him. Flames erupted, as hot as the sun, sweeping the land. With a roar of spiritual power, he crashed into the enemy.
He unleashed the culmination of centuries of cultivation.
Boom!
Terrified, the enemy tried to flee—but the Wine Madman held fast, dragging them into a brilliant blaze of destruction.
"Haha… Upper Realm? Is that all?"
"Joy… complete joy…"
Smiling, the Wine Madman closed his eyes. His body dissolved into drifting wine, returning to the earth.
He had sublimated, transformed into light, pulling his enemies into oblivion.
Shen Lian, face blank and emotionless, swung his sword with mechanical precision.
He saw the eight-armed giant ape and the little monkey fall into the chaos, roaring to the skies. Their shadows blanketed the battlefield, their savage aura shook the heavens.
Then, with a tremor, they too fell.
Zhao Linger's figure was gone. Only a broken sword piece lay in the blood-soaked ground, still shimmering faintly with cold light.
Above, Extreme Immortal Palace cultivators swooped down like a plague.
At this moment, the entire Cangxuan Realm stood together in final resistance.
The skies thundered. Blood rain fell from the heavens.
Heaven and Earth wept.
Shen Lian, his white robes stained with blood, struck down another enemy. Around him, the invaders paused in fear, not daring to approach.
He stood alone, sword in hand, breath ragged, expression numb.
In that moment, Shen Lian wept tears of blood.
A sorrow too deep for words.
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