In front of the Myriad Dao Sect's second mountain gate.
"Is everyone ready?"
"Senior Sister, are you sure there's no Supreme Venerable guarding this mountain gate?"
Ye Qingxian chuckled, sounding unconcerned. "There is a Supreme Venerable, of course. It just depends on who kills faster."
Behind her, countless people wore solemn expressions.
Everyone knew that this surprise attack on one of the Myriad Dao Sect's strongholds meant many disciples might never get the chance to return.
Ye Qingxian sent out a voice transmission.
Disciples came in all ranks and grades.
Some of the disciples who had joined the Wuya Sect earliest could trace their tenure back ten thousand years.
Most of them were currently out gaining experience.
Ye Qingxian had made a point of summoning them back as well.
After confirming everything was in order, Ye Qingxian took the lead. In an instant, half of her Spirit Form erupted.
Even she couldn't fully control her bloodline yet. Taking on her complete Spirit Form carried the risk of losing her reason.
Countless white feathers drifted down.
The world turned black and white. Every scene, mountain gate included, became part of a painting. The painting even encompassed countless Myriad Dao Sect disciples who were chatting and laughing.
The moment the Myriad Dao Sect stood up to target the Wuya Sect,
the Dao Contest became a fight to the death.
A Dao Contest meant only one thing: one side lived, and the other died.
Those who weren't involved had left the mountain gate long ago.
They had enjoyed the sect's benefits; the price had been etched into them from the start.
Ye Qingxian reached out with one hand, her voice cold. "Cease Hostilities."
Rumble—
In an instant, the vast stretch of mountain gate and array before her, turned black and white, vanished completely.