Chapter 102: Array Shatters—To Fight or Flee, Urgency Born of Devotion
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That deafening explosion was heard clearly even by Yu Xian and Zheng Huo, who were still a thousand miles away!
Both their expressions changed drastically.
At the location of Baiyun Sect, the protective mountain array had self-destructed under the control of the two Nascent Soul elders. The resulting shockwave was unimaginable in power.
The wave of force fanned outward, blasting in all directions—some of it even surging toward the mountain peak of Baiyun Sect itself.
Such a devastating move was typically one of last resort: harming the enemy a thousand at the cost of eight hundred of your own. Rarely would cultivators choose to detonate their own formations or magic treasures unless pushed to the brink.
But at this moment, with two Nascent Soul powerhouses protecting the core, they had no other choice.
Jiang Huyuan waved his hand, and a dazzling spirit treasure shot out—a fan emblazoned with seven celestial birds. As it expanded to ten meters in length, the seven birds on its surface—Phoenix, Vermillion Bird, Peacock, Roc, Golden Luan, White Feather, and Fire Heron—seemed to come to life, dancing in the air.
Feng Tianxiang also raised his hand, releasing a large ancient seal that spun rapidly and expanded to five meters wide. Carved on its face were the characters “Overturning Heaven.” It exuded a deep and ancient aura.
These were their lifebound treasures, meticulously refined over a thousand years—top-tier seventh-grade treasures, forged based on mythical spirit artifacts found in ancient ruins. Though technically only seventh-grade, their power rivaled that of common eighth-grade treasures.
As mentioned before, treasures in this world (excluding crude and unranked tools) were categorized into ten grades.
Above treasures were spirit artifacts—immensely powerful and incredibly rare, typically held by ancient and primordial cultivators.
And even above spirit artifacts were the mythical Supreme Treasures, said to be able to split the heavens and shatter space, wielded by unimaginable beings.
These two lifebound treasures now shielded over twenty thousand Baiyun Sect disciples from the worst of the blast.
In contrast, the rogue cultivator alliance’s four Nascent Soul cultivators could have joined forces to block the explosion’s force—ten out of ten times, they would have been successful.
But instead, they retreated, unwilling to expend their spiritual energy for the sake of the cannon fodder.
The result?
The twenty thousand Qi Condensation rogue cultivators at the front were doomed.
The blast tore into them like a tidal wave, while the Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators barely escaped. The Qi Condensation cultivators, however, were instantly engulfed in blood and flames.
Wails, shrieks, and cries of agony echoed across the sky.
Flesh and blood rained from above, dismembered limbs scattered across the land.
The shockwave extended fifteen miles, before finally dissipating.
Nearly 40,000 Qi Condensation cultivators were vaporized on the spot.
Only around 20,000 survived, and those merely because they were farther back. Even then, they coughed blood, faces pale, eyes filled with terror—they had lost all will to fight.
But in truth, high-end combat no longer required them.
At this point, Myriad Souls Trueperson let out a mad cackle and grasped his Ten-Thousand-Soul Banner.
“Today, Baiyun Sect falls! Kill!!”
Boom!
The massive banner unfurled, and shrill howls flooded the world.
Thousands of large ghost spirits—each with the strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator—rushed out.
Among them, ten spirits were on par with Core Formation cultivators.
And above them all—
A single, nearly corporeal ghost general clad in armor and wielding a long blade stood atop the banner.
Its aura was terrifying, surrounded by black mist—its power equal to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
This was the might of Myriad Souls Trueperson—a fearsome demonic cultivator who had slaughtered countless living beings and survived despite being hunted for centuries. His Ten-Thousand-Soul Banner had devoured the souls of both mortals and powerful cultivators, and had now truly become a tenth-grade treasure.
If one day it were to evolve further and birth a Soul at the Soul Transformation Realm, it would become a Spirit Artifact—a postnatal spirit treasure!
As he led the assault, the other three Nascent Soul cultivators—Golden Sovereign, Soaring Dragon Trueperson, and Lady Green Bamboo—also unleashed their might.
The sky trembled.
Earth roared.
Heaven and hell changed color.
“Disciples of Baiyun Sect!” Jiang Huyuan roared.
“We will hold back the four Nascent Soul enemies! You—scatter and escape!!”
The Seven-Bird Treasure Fan unleashed blazing fire from its avian spirits, clashing with thousands of ghostly souls.
Feng Tianxiang surged forward, ignoring attacks from other Nascent Soul enemies, and slammed his Overturning Heaven Seal toward Myriad Souls Trueperson!
The battle between Nascent Soul powerhouses erupted with earth-shattering force.
Meanwhile, on the ground below, the dozen Core Formation elders of Baiyun Sect hesitated—should they flee or fight?
Their dilemma was stark:
Even if they survived, they were already known. They couldn’t disguise themselves as wandering cultivators.
Unless they lived in hiding forever, they would be hunted down and killed by the alliance.
“Fight!”
Song Yutian roared.
“If we don’t fight now, our lives in the future will be even worse! Where can we run?! Kill!!”
He charged forward without hesitation.
Eight others followed.
But four remained behind, including Quan Dao, Liu Quhuang, and… Xiao Wusheng.
Whether the others stayed out of fear or for other reasons, Xiao Wusheng knew one thing—he could not die.
His disciple might still be alive, waiting to be rescued.
If he died now, everything would be for nothing.
Quan Dao growled,
“Since the Grand Elders told us to escape, we shall do so! So long as the green hills remain, we need not fear the lack of firewood! One day, we’ll return and avenge the sect!”
Liu Quhuang immediately chimed in,
“He’s right! We’re outnumbered—Baiyun Sect can’t survive this! Better to live now and strike back later! I’m going!”
Without waiting, Liu Quhuang took off on his magic treasure.
The others followed quickly, leaving without looking back.
Xiao Wusheng hesitated, made a poisonous vow to avenge the sect or never die peacefully, then also fled.
Nine Core Formation elders ran.
The over one hundred Foundation Establishment disciples were thrown into chaos.
Seeing their masters escape, they too scattered like frightened birds.
Outside the sect, the thirty-plus Core Formation rogue cultivators and over two hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators smiled coldly—this was their moment.
Opportunity.
Treasure.
Loot.
Kill!
They surged like wolves—when weak, they scatter to save their skins, but once the tables turned, they pounced like mad beasts.
Baiyun Sect, once the sixth-ranked sect in Eastern Continent’s Six Great Sects,
was now officially extinct.
Of course, a sect’s destruction always leads to new ones rising.
Sects were necessary—no powerful cultivator could gather all the needed resources alone.
A sect was the fastest and most stable way to harvest wealth, people, and power.
A thousand miles away, Yu Xian’s eyes turned bloodshot as he saw the sea of rogue cultivators flood into Baiyun Sect.
“Master is only Foundation Establishment late stage—how could he withstand these monsters!?”
Gritting his teeth, Yu Xian surged forward.
Zheng Huo panicked and shouted behind him:
“Dao-brother! Baiyun Sect has fallen! It’s doomed!
I understand your desperation, but you must first HIDE YOUR AURA! Blend into the chaos and protect yourself—then save your master!”
Yu Xian froze in place.
In his panic, he had almost lost all reason.
Even someone as composed as him fell apart when it came to those he cared about.
Some people could remain calm even if their parents died—but such people were either born cold or had seen too much death.
Yu Xian wasn’t there yet.
Swallowing his grief and urgency, he forced himself to calm down.
“Thank you, Dao-brother.”
Suppressing his spiritual pressure again, Yu Xian resumed his advance.
Zheng Huo followed, casting concealment spells to further hide their cultivation levels as they snuck toward the battlefield.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heaven and earth shook.
Jiang Huyuan and Feng Tianxiang madly pursued Myriad Souls Trueperson.
The other three Nascent Soul cultivators watched… conflicted.
They didn’t particularly care whether Myriad Souls Trueperson lived or died. In fact, they’d prefer him to die.
But when he started losing badly, he snapped:
“AHHH! Soaring Dragon! Golden Sovereign! Lady Green Bamboo!
You’re just gonna stand there watching!?
If that’s the case, then screw this! I’m out! If Baiyun Sect doesn’t fall, then you’d better be ready to face the consequences!!”
The three exchanged glances.
If Myriad Souls Trueperson—who was late-stage Nascent Soul—retreated, the three of them might not be enough to defeat Baiyun Sect’s elders!
Golden Sovereign spoke first:
“Fellow Daoist Myriad Souls, your strength is unmatched. I was merely giving you the chance for personal vengeance.
But if you’re faltering, then I shall join you in full force!”
DONG!
A bell tolled, echoing across the land.
Soaring Dragon Trueperson laughed:
“Don’t be so hasty, Brother Myriad Souls! I’m with you!”
A golden dragon projection burst into the sky from behind him.
Lady Green Bamboo said nothing—only formed a seal with her hand.
The sea of leaves behind her expanded into a boundless storm of death.
Now, all four Nascent Soul cultivators had gone all in—
Determined to end Baiyun Sect once and for all.
