C1413 Destruction of Sects
C1413 Destruction of Sects
The Devil Cloud Sect's status as the most formidable force on the Dongyuan Continent, backed by the Demon Aura Hall, was well-earned. Their recent months of ravaging the continent, igniting wars, and amassing loot had paid off handsomely. Now, all of their accumulated wealth was Lin Xuan's, bulging his purse several times over. He was quite pleased with this windfall.
With the riches acquired on this venture, Lin Xuan planned to enter a period of seclusion upon his return to the Central Essence Continent. He was confident that he could advance through several more levels. By then, his power would surge once again, potentially allowing him to match Half-level Emperor combatants. The prospect excited him.
The reason Lin Xuan opted not to seclude himself on the Dongyuan Continent was twofold. Firstly, an ancient battlefield was set to open soon, making an extended stay on the Dongyuan Continent unwise. Secondly, Lin Xuan had reached the pinnacle of power across the entire Tianyuan Continent. He could sense the disparity between the two continents, in terms of both the spiritual energy and the governing laws.
Advancing in the Central Essence Continent promised greater benefits and a more substantial increase in strength. Most crucially, only there could he have a chance to ascend to the Half-level Emperor status. On the Dongyuan Continent, such a breakthrough was nearly impossible—a constraint set by the very fabric of the universe, unchangeable except by overwhelming force. Assistance from a true Emperor Level expert or the aid of an Emperor Level Treasure could be the only ways to shatter such celestial fetters.
However, these conditions were so heaven-defying that achieving them seemed impossible.
It made more sense to return to the Central Essence Continent.
Lin Xuan had come back to wrap up loose ends and gather treasures, not to enter seclusion.
Once his objectives were met, it was time to head back.
After a quick inventory,
Lin Xuan stowed away the five storage rings.
He then took out a handful of top-grade spirit stones and tossed them to Tian as treats.
The haul this time was far more than just a few thousand top-grade spirit stones, but Lin Xuan wasn't concerned about that.
"Awoo!"
Tian let out an excited howl in response.
Lin Xuan then collected his thoughts and surveyed the battlefield.
The battle was still raging, but the tide was clearly turning.
With the intervention of Elemental Spirit, Wei Zhengzhen, and six other peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators,
their initial adversaries had been handled by Lin Xuan.
They had failed to carry out Lin Xuan's commands, and in their panic, they sought to earn his forgiveness through other means.
Feeling the pressure of Lin Xuan's suppression, they were eager to unleash their power.
Without any mercy, they furiously descended upon the numerous Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of the Devil Cloud Sect.
The Devil Cloud Sect lived up to its reputation as the preeminent force on the Dongyuan Continent.
It wasn't just the peak Emperor Level that outnumbered the other five forces, but also the mid and late period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators.
Thanks to the Demon Aura Blood Spirit Pool, breaking through to higher levels was much easier for the Devil Cloud Sect than for the other five major powers.
Thus, in both number and quality, the Devil Cloud Sect's martial cultivators were clearly superior to those of the other five forces.
However, today they faced an unprecedented disaster.
The five great forces had united against them.
Their own peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators were gone,
while the opposition still boasted five.
With a one-to-five ratio, the numbers of martial cultivators at other cultivation levels were roughly equal.
They were utterly overwhelmed.
The Emperor Level Martial Cultivators of the Devil Cloud Sect found themselves squarely in the crosshairs of Wei Zhengzhen, Cang Shuiyue, and other peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, falling to their might within a few exchanges.
The late-period Emperor Level Martial Cultivators from the five major forces, witnessing their elders' frenzied onslaught, dared not intervene.
Their only option was to engage with those of a lower cultivation level.
The hierarchy was pushed down layer by layer.
The situation became entirely lopsided.
The Devil Cloud Sect had little resistance left.
With each passing moment, scores of martial cultivators were slain.
Many from the Devil Cloud Sect were petrified by the carnage, their previous arrogance evaporated, replaced by a desperate urge to flee.
But even with all their might, those of equal cultivation couldn't catch up, and those with superior cultivation levels relentlessly hunted them down and finished them off.
There were instances where several higher-cultivation martial cultivators simultaneously struck down a lower-cultivation member of the Devil Cloud Sect.
These attacks shredded their targets, ending their lives, and their storage rings were swiftly claimed by the victors.
As time went on, the Devil Cloud Sect's numbers dwindled, while the five great forces sustained minimal losses.
This led to an eerie tableau.
The battlefield was awash with a cacophony of battle cries, the clanging of metal, wails, and agonized shrieks, all echoing across the field.
What had been a protracted stalemate, with no end in sight, shifted dramatically.
Within less than half an hour of the fall of the Devil Cloud Sect's five peak Emperor Level Martial Cultivators, the din of combat had subsided considerably.
The campaign to annihilate the Devil Cloud Sect was drawing to a close.
Only a handful of scattered, low-level skirmishes persisted.
This was the Devil Cloud Sect's stronghold, home not only to its formidable middle and upper echelons but also to families of martial cultivators, servants, and others of lower cultivation levels, many of whom possessed scant combat prowess.
These numerous individuals had taken to hiding, burrowed underground or within the remnants of various structures.
Many martial artists hesitated to strike against these individuals, opting instead to spare them.
Yet, they were ultimately hunted down and eliminated by others from the five major powers, either blinded by bloodlust or harboring deep-seated enmity towards the Devil Cloud Sect. Each one was rooted out and dispatched without exception.
Witnessing this, Lin Xuan remained composed, offering no interference.
If they had been within Devil Essence City, perhaps there would be innocents worth sparing.
But this was the heart of the Devil Cloud Sect's stronghold. It was better to err on the side of caution and eliminate them all.
Who could say for certain whether a high-ranking member's direct kin was concealed among them, potentially seeking retribution once their power matured? That would only invite future troubles.
In this unforgiving world, the merciful do not last long.
Every martial artist who has attained a significant level of power understands this truth.
If not, they would have fallen victim to treachery long ago.
As the clamor of battle finally subsided, not a single Devil Cloud Sect warrior remained alive.
Lin Xuan's command was unequivocal: leave no survivors.
And so, no one dared to contravene.
Now, the entire Devil Cloud Sect region lay in ruins, rivers of blood marking its downfall.