Twelfth Realm Red Flame King Attacks, Qingfeng Temple Faces Destruction
In the blink of an eye, several months have passed.
Within the territory of the Ling Dynasty, near Qingfeng Temple, a rebellion has broken out, and its leader calls himself the Red Flame King!
It turned out to be Twelfth Realm cultivator who had suddenly appeared, and his momentum was immense, with a large number of subordinates. He quickly swept through the territory where Qingfeng Temple was located! The Ling Dynasty's government troops suffered a series of defeats and were arrogant and invincible!
Although the Ling Dynasty has been in existence for many years, it has always been plagued by constant warfare, but strangely enough, it has never fallen.
People say that the Ling Dynasty has a long-lasting fortune and unfathomable foundation. Even though rebellions broke out in all directions and war raged year after year, the foundation of the dynasty could never be shaken. It was as if there was an invisible force protecting it, and no matter how turbulent the times were, the country remained stable.
The people of Qingfeng Temple didn't actually intend to escape. After all, they had survived so many years and countless wars without ever fleeing, making them capable of protecting their territory.
This ancient Daoist temple, hidden among the green mountains and clouds, has stood for a thousand years, far removed from the strife of the imperial court and uninvolved in worldly power struggles, silently guarding the peace and tranquility of this region.
The disciples of the temple are devoted to cultivating the Tao. The young and old cultivators are all calm and composed. They have seen the chaos of war and the destruction of cities. Throughout history, whenever there has been great turmoil in the world, Qingfeng Temple has always kept its doors closed and protected the people below the mountain. They have never retreated or fled in the slightest.
However, the Red Flame King set his sights on Qingfeng Temple, believing that it must have accumulated astonishing wealth over the years. So, he surrounded Qingfeng Temple.
The rebel army, clad in heavy armor, surrounded Qingfeng Mountain in layers, making it impossible to move.
Swords and spears reflected the sunlight, their cold gleam blinding. Countless banners obscured the clouds and mist halfway up the mountain, the scarlet characters "Crimson Flame" fluttering wildly on the banners, carrying an overwhelming aura of killing intent.
The Red Flame King stood on the open blue stone field in front of the mountain gate, his crimson armor blazing with flames, his spiritual power surging and rolling around him. The pressure of the Twelfth Realm master cultivator swept in all directions without restraint, causing the grass and trees in the mountains to bend and the air to stagnate.
His face was arrogant and fierce, his eyes filled with greed and domineering intent. He scanned the ancient and serene gate of Qingfeng Temple, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.
In his view, this ancient temple, hidden deep in the mountains for thousands of years, has survived countless dynastic changes and wars unscathed, so it must contain countless rare and precious materials, ancient secrets, and may even preserve lost cultivation techniques and elixirs for strengthening one's foundation.
Once he takes over this Daoist temple and plunders all its resources, his cultivation will be able to break through again, and his forces will also grow exponentially. At that time, sweeping across the entire Ling Dynasty and conquering the world will be a piece of cake.
"A mere mountain Daoist temple, clinging to life for ten thousand years, does it even deserve to occupy this sacred mountain land?"
The Red Flame King's voice, booming like a bell and carrying immense spiritual power, resounded throughout Qingfeng Mountain, Dao Initiation every hall and pavilion of the Daoist temple. "I, the King, spare your lives out of consideration for the hard-won heritage of your ancient temple! Immediately open the mountain gates, surrender all the treasures and scriptures within, and all the cultivators of the temple must bow down and surrender. I will then spare your lives! If you resist stubbornly, from this day forward, Qingfeng Temple will be completely wiped out, leaving not a single soul alive!"
The roar was deafening, carrying an immense power of intimidation. It shook the bricks and tiles of the temple, and the surviving people at the foot of the mountain trembled with fear.
Inside the Daoist temple, however, all was quiet.
There was no panicked running, no terrified wails. A group of monks in green robes stood inside the temple gate, each with an upright posture, calm expression, and eyes filled with solemnity and awe.
Having weathered many turbulent times, they were no longer afraid of war, violence, or coercion.
Xuanwei, dressed in a plain Daoist robe, with white hair and a youthful face, stood quietly in the center of the mountain gate.
He gazed at the swarming rebel army below the mountain, and at the arrogant Crimson Red Flame King, his face showing no fear, only a faint sense of melancholy.
He knew the Red Flame King's ambitions, and he also saw through the other party's shallowness and ignorance.
People generally believe that Qingfeng Temple has accumulated a wealth of 100,000 years and hides all worldly riches, but they do not know that this ancient temple has never hoarded gold and silver treasures. What it protects is not material possessions, but peace, a lineage of Daoist principles, and the power to protect the mountains and rivers unknown to the world.
Throughout history, countless warlords and powerful figures have coveted the secrets of Qingfeng Temple, only to ultimately perish there.
The Ling Dynasty survived the chaos of war because countless reclusive sects and virtuous individuals, like Qingfeng Temple, silently upheld the nation's prosperity.
The Qingfeng Temple has been able to withstand a thousand years of war and turmoil without being destroyed, not by luck, but by its truly profound cultivation and world-shaking foundation.
"The Dao is inherently pure, unattached to worldly vanities, and uninvolved in strife." Xuanwei's voice was calm and resonant, penetrating the outside clamor and clearly reaching the ears of the Red Flame King. "Benefactor, you have raised an army to rebel and slaughter countless lives, creating boundless karmic debts. Qingfeng Temple has no treasures to offer, nor any reason to surrender. If you retreat quickly, you may still have a chance to survive. If you insist on advancing, you will bring disaster upon yourselves, and do not blame this humble Daoist for being ruthless."
These gentle words carried a resounding firmness, showing no sign of backing down.
Upon hearing this, the Red Flame King outside the mountain flew into a rage.
How dare this reclusive old Daoist priest speak so defiantly under the pressure of his tens of thousands of troops and his Twelfth Realm cultivation? He's simply courting death!
"What an arrogant old Daoist priest!" The Red Flame King's eyes turned bloodshot, his killing intent surging. Crimson spiritual power erupted from his body, transforming into raging flames that surrounded him. "Since you are so stubborn, then I will personally raze this Qingfeng Ancient Temple to the ground and see just how much this ten-thousand-year-old Daoist temple really is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and shouted sharply, "All troops, listen to my command! Charge up the mountain! Destroy the temple! Find the treasure! Slaughter all those who resist!"
A deafening battle cry instantly resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Tens of thousands of rebel soldiers, armed with weapons, charged menacingly towards the gate of Qingfeng Temple, their bodies treading on the rocks. Heaven Slayer enveloped the entire Qingshan Mountain, and an epic battle was about to erupt.
Outside the mountain gate, the sounds of battle echoed through the mountains.
Master Xuanwei's whisk flew, his body radiating the Taiqing Dao Rhythm. Hundreds of azure Daoist energies descended like flowing clouds, layer upon layer blocking the entrance to the mountain gate.
As the abbot of Qingfeng Temple, his cultivation was unfathomable. At this moment, he was doing his best to suppress the surging rebel army. With each incantation, a fierce wind howled, causing countless rebel cultivators to fly backward and cough up blood.
Beside him, senior brother Zhao Yuanshan and others, wielding green-bladed longswords, moved with swift and agile movements, leading their fellow disciples to form a protective formation around the mountain.
Dozens of sword energies crisscrossed, their Dao patterns gleaming, firmly blocking the dense enemy offensive.
Everyone's mind was completely captivated by the endless war raging before the mountain.
The rebels were too numerous, and the remaining cultivators fought bravely and relentlessly. Even though the disciples of Qingfeng Temple were all highly skilled and had exquisite formations, they could only barely hold the mountain gate and could not break away even a little.
But just when the battle was at its most intense and fiercest!
A violent, crimson flame suddenly exploded from the side of the sky!
Boom! A blinding beam of flame pierced through layers of array barriers, tearing apart a corner of the mountain-protecting array, and the immense pressure of the Twelfth Realm swept across the back mountain of the Daoist temple without restraint.