Chapter 379
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Chapter 379: The Spirit Never Dies
The Great Demon Divine Art was a Demon Race supernatural power. When cultivated to its peak, it could slaughter demons and annihilate immortals, possessing unimaginable power.
As the holy woman of the Spirit Demon Race, Shui Qingxuan had practiced the Great Demon Divine Art for over a decade yet barely grasped its basics. But when she unleashed it now, everything within a hundred miles crumbled into dust—a devastation beyond comprehension.
Even Sage Huo Yun, a seventh-level Golden Core stage expert half a step away from having his pill break and be reborn, never imagined such terrifying power.
A soft glow instantly spread, engulfing the land in gray mist and chaos.
Ye Yun and the others stood a hundred miles away, watching the ash-filled haze rise. Their eyes reddened.
Su Ling and Su Yinxue burst into tears, their faces streaked with grief.
Su Yinxue, slightly more composed, bit her pale lips until they whitened. Her trembling body betrayed her disbelief—she refused to accept her parents’ permanent departure or that her mother’s Great Demon Divine Art could unleash such cataclysmic force.
Her gaze pierced the mist, desperate to glimpse her parents at the epicenter.
Noticing her anguish, Ye Yun sighed. “Senior Sister Yinxue, we’ll go check soon.”
Su Yinxue nodded, grateful for his words. She’d wanted to suggest the same but feared voicing it.
“Who knew the Great Demon Divine Art could be this fearsome? Unbelievable,” Yan Changchun muttered, still struggling to accept that Shui Qingxuan had wielded such power.
“I once thought the Golden Core stage was the pinnacle of cultivation—my lifelong goal was to survive the heavenly tribulation and achieve rebirth. Now I see I was a frog at the bottom of a well. Even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator couldn’t withstand this mere fraction of the Great Demon Divine Art!” Elder Seven lamented, shock overshadowing his grief.
“The Jin Kingdom is too small. After today, I’ll leave the Heavenly Sword Sect for the Great Qin Empire,” Murong Wuqing declared, his usual icy demeanor thawing slightly. “Staying here would cap my cultivation at Nascent Soul stage.”
Elder Seven and Yan Changchun exchanged bitter smiles. The Nascent Soul stage was their lifelong dream, yet Murong Wuqing—the sect’s prodigy—saw it as a limitation. Without encountering Sage Huo Yun and Shui Qingxuan’s display, he might have lingered here for years. Now, his ambitions clearly stretched beyond their borders.
“Ye Yun! Senior Sister Yinxue!”
A ragged group emerged from the forest—bloodied, battered disciples of Shadowless Peak. Led by Duanmu Longtai, they included Mo Ru and Ye Kuangren.
After the Ten Killing Formation’s collapse, they’d retreated wounded. Witnessing Shui Qingxuan’s Golden Core power and Spirit Demon Race heritage had left them speechless. Knowing they’d only hinder Su Hao, they’d obeyed her order to withdraw.
Over twenty disciples knelt before Yan Changchun. “Greetings, Sect Leader! Elder Seven! Brother Wuqing!”
“Rise,” Yan Changchun said hoarsely. “Your survival is our sect’s fortune. But after today… the Heavenly Sword Sect may cease to exist.”
“Nonsense!” Elder Seven barked. “As long as we breathe, the sect lives!”
“We’ll rebuild!” Mo Ru declared, his torn robes failing to dim his scholarly dignity.
“Even without our mountain, we’ll find new ground!” Ye Kuangren thumped his makeshift branch staff.
Ye Yun nodded. “The nine core disciples survived. That’s enough to start anew.”
Yan Changchun scanned the group—barely thirty remained from tens of thousands. Most survivors were inner disciples; outer and servant disciples likely perished completely. Guilt gnawed him—had Shui Qingxuan not broken her seal, even he would’ve died.
But seeing the survivors’ determination, his resolve hardened. These disciples, tempered by tragedy, carried the sect’s unyielding spirit.
“You’re right.” Yan Changchun stood tall. “Tomorrow, we rebuild the Heavenly Sword Sect!”
“REBUILD THE HEAVENLY SWORD SECT!”
Their roar shook the heavens.
