Chapter 236
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Chapter 236: Spiritual Tide
The former territory of Yunyang, Sunset Peak.
This once lush and towering mountain peak no longer possessed its former grandeur.
Its summit had largely crumbled, and the entire mountain appeared as though it had been gnawed by a beast, marred by unsightly patches of green and yellow.
It was evident to all that this mountain had endured a great calamity.
Even the customary mist that once enveloped the peak had completely vanished.
Its most unsightly aspect lay exposed for all to see!
Wang Chen, stealthily approaching the vicinity of Sunset Peak, gazed upon the mountain that resembled a molting phoenix, and a wave of desolation washed over him.
Yet, Wang Chen could not afford to linger in sorrow; his primary purpose for coming here was to see his home.
However, upon reaching his estate, Wang Chen discovered that all the effort and toil he had invested had been utterly reduced to ruins!
All the spirit fields, orchards, and medicinal gardens had been obliterated, leaving behind scars of powerful spells that had ravaged the ground, with muddy water collecting in the numerous craters.
Were it not for the remnants of walls and broken structures, Wang Chen would not have recognized this desolation as his home.
But it was only to be expected.
No egg remains intact under a shattered nest.
With the Yunyang Sect gone, save for the Taihao Peak that had ascended to a higher realm, how could the other eight peaks fare any better?
Given the circumstances, it seemed likely that some Yunyang cultivators had clashed fiercely with members of the Guiyuan Sect.
Wang Chen also noted that the concentration of spiritual energy here was less than one-tenth of its former level!
The higher-ups of the Yunyang Sect were truly merciless; they had spent a century laying plans, drained the spiritual veins to ascend, and left behind a colossal mess.
After this catastrophe, Sunset Peak was utterly ruined.
No wonder Wang Chen had not encountered any Guiyuan Sect cultivators during his covert approach.
All his caution had been for naught!
Wang Chen’s heart sank further.
Though he had never felt a strong sense of belonging to the Yunyang Sect, he still harbored affection for the home that had sheltered him and provided for his needs.
Now, everything was gone.
With a touch of melancholy, he made his way towards Peach Blossom Valley.
The once gently flowing creek was now dry and barren, with the carcasses of small stream fish scattered among the gravel.
The trees along the banks were mostly broken, and the few that remained appeared half-dead.
The scene was one of utter decay.
Upon arriving at Peach Blossom Valley, Wang Chen found that the Peach Blossom Forest at the valley’s entrance had nearly vanished.
The woods looked as though they had been scorched by a fierce fire, leaving behind charred remnants across the ground.
As he ventured into the valley, he saw that the waterfall at the far end had also disappeared, though a murky pool of water lingered beneath it.
However, it looked quite filthy.
As for Changchun’s deceased wife’s grave, it had vanished without a trace!
Wang Chen surveyed his surroundings, a landscape now barren and mournful, where the once picturesque small valley had been utterly transformed.
Memories flooded Wang Chen’s mind, vivid and unrelenting.
He stood motionless, momentarily lost in a daze.
“You’ve returned.”
Suddenly, a familiar voice reached Wang Chen’s ears.
“Master!”
Wang Chen was startled, then overwhelmed with joy.
He spun around to see Changchun standing not far away, smiling warmly at him!
Without hesitation, Wang Chen removed his Thousand Transformations and bowed deeply, saying, “Disciple Wang Chen greets Master!”
Wang Chen had never imagined that after such upheaval in the Yunyang Sect, Changchun would still remain at Sunset Peak.
He had assumed his master had ascended to the higher realms with Taihao Peak!
A flurry of questions filled Wang Chen’s mind, but he didn’t know where to begin.
“No need for such formalities.”
Changchun waved his hand and summoned two large stones, saying, “Let’s sit and talk.”
Wang Chen sat respectfully across from him and asked, “Master, have you been here all this time?”
This was the question he most wanted answered.
Changchun smiled and replied, “Yes. Ji Guandao took some people away, but I chose to stay.”
Wang Chen frowned, “Why?”
His question carried many layers.
For instance, why had the Grandmaster ascended to the higher realms, and why had Changchun chosen to remain?
Changchun sighed, “It’s a long story.”
When Yunyang was first founded, it was an entirely independent immortal sect, neither a branch of the Jiuyue Sect nor beholden to any other power.
But after the Yunyang Master ascended, the weakened Yunyang Sect was pressured by the Jiuyue Sect into signing a contract, forever losing control of its destiny.
For a thousand years, the Yunyang Sect had supplied the Jiuyue Sect with endless resources and talents, enduring exploitation and demands like tenant farmers.
Moreover, the Jiuyue Sect had constructed the Demon Subduing Cave beneath Taihao Peak, imprisoning a great beast within and tasking the Yunyang Sect with guarding and maintaining the formations.
This duty had no end in sight!
The vital blood of the Yunyang Sect was slowly drained by the Jiuyue Sect.
The brilliant Ji Guandao had spent a century devising this grand scheme, and against all odds, he succeeded.
“Though Ji Guandao is harsh and ungrateful…”
Changchun said, “In this matter, he not only did no wrong but preserved the lifeblood of Yunyang!”
“The spiritual tide has risen, and the great Calamity approaches. Had Ji Guandao not acted, the Yunyang Sect would have been sacrificed to the Jiuyue Sect, and even the Heavenly Merit would have been lost.”
The spiritual tide, with its ebb and flow of spiritual energy, fills countless realms like the ocean’s tides, rising and falling over centuries or even millennia.
Its effects vary across different worlds.
The last spiritual tide in the Mountain-Sea Realm occurred a thousand years ago, lasting nearly a century!
Since then, it has been a time of “low tide.”
As the saying goes, when yin reaches its peak, yang is born; when adversity reaches its limit, fortune follows. The end of low tide marks the beginning of high tide.
During the rise of the spiritual tide, spiritual energy becomes increasingly abundant, benefiting cultivators.
It can also give rise to new spiritual veins and spirit stone mines!
However, the reproduction and advancement of monsters also accelerate, increasing both the number and magnitude of dangers faced by humanity.
The spiritual tide makes Evil Spirits more active and powerful.
This is the greatest challenge!
“This time, we face a grand tide that comes once in a thousand years.”
Changchun spoke gravely, “For us human cultivators, it is a great Calamity. Even Nascent Soul true immortals cannot guarantee their safety; several major sects will surely close their mountains.”
“Wang Chen, once you break through to open a house and advance to a higher level, seek a way to ascend to the higher realms.”
“The Mountain-Sea Realm is no longer fit for long-term habitation!”
“After this great Calamity, it will be a miracle if one in ten survives!”
Wang Chen’s expression darkened.
One in ten surviving—what a horrifying Calamity!
