The Foothill Mountain Scene, a Lesson from the Past

Foothill Mountain's ten thousand miles of splendor had become ruins today.

The towering, solemn halls were reduced to rubble and a few broken pillars; the elegant, soaring pavilions to bare ground and a handful of doors and windows.

Spirit springs had dried up, waterfalls had ceased to flow, and broken walls lay everywhere.

Amid the ruins of the Foothill Sect's mountain gate, the surviving disciples watched in terror or fury as clouds and rosy light closed in from every direction. Beneath row upon row of banners stood Daoist Soldiers.

At a mighty shout from the Fireward Rhino King, the armored Daoist Soldiers descended from the sky and began hunting down the surviving Foothill Sect disciples.

The ruins rang with combat. Battle cries, furious roars, and weeping filled the air without cease, stirring a bleak sorrow in the heart.

Jiang Sheng did not care whether these Foothill Sect disciples were innocent.

Had they been mortals, they naturally should not have been drawn into this calamity.

But they had chosen to cultivate, chosen to enter the cultivation world. They should have been prepared to die, their Dao extinguished.

Having joined the Foothill Sect, these disciples had enjoyed the glory of Cloud Perch Continent's foremost sect and benefited from its resources and cultivation methods. It was only right that they bear the price.

To raze a mountain and destroy its temples meant far more than breaching its gates and killing its disciples.

It meant severing its inheritance and Dao lineage, extinguishing its incense offerings, sealing away its past, and leaving it to vanish like smoke, never to exist in the world again.

True Lord Yue Lu had fallen as well. The Foothill Sect had lost its last cultivator of the Upper Three Realms; today, its inheritance ended.

Amid the clamor of the Foothill