Ten days is such a short time.
For the Technique School and the Legalist School...
It is no easy task to settle the Lineage properly within ten days.
Even if you want to have some backup plans, it takes some effort.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Ultimately, under intense pressure from the other schools of thought, led by the Military School, they prevailed.
Four powerful yet forlorn figures hovered beneath the Mystic Firmament Heavenly Wall of the Central Continent.
"Merchant master, Technique School master!"
"Rest assured, as long as my Medical School still exists in the Central Continent, we will protect the bloodlines of both clans."
"I will join forces with the Venerable One who remains in charge of the Legalist School to protect your people!"
The Medical School spoke in a booming voice, as if he were speaking with great conviction.
Lord Shang's gaze swept over the heads of various families in the distance one last time.
He looked at Bing Wuji.
For some reason, a sense of unease suddenly arose in his heart.
He wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.
He waved his hand and called out to his clansmen behind him.
"Second Uncle, let's go."
As soon as the words were spoken, the two Mahayana practitioners of the Legalist School Hand Seals and their figures passed through the Mystic Firmament Heavenly Wall.
The master of the Technique School watched this scene unfold.
His face was slightly pale, and a hint of fear of the world beyond the Central Continent appeared in his pupils.
But looking at those members of the martial arts Lineage who had been specially invited by the Military School to witness the ceremony...
He could no longer escape.
He gritted his teeth and let out a roar.
"Walk!"
Before the words had even faded, the two Mahayana from the Technique School stepped out of the Mystic Firmament Heavenly Wall.
After venturing beyond the Central Continent.
The four Mahayana were like a school of fish that had suddenly changed waters.
A sense of unease washed over me from all directions.
Above the sky, an indescribable meaning slowly emerged.
It enveloped the four people.
In an instant, a surge of anger, tinged with a sense of punishment, appeared in the hearts of the four.
Lord Shang understood that the Legalist School were likely to face extremely difficult times ahead.
"How could it have come to this... How could it have come to this..."
"If we had no other choice, would we have willingly chosen to hide like this?"
Looking up at the sky, Lord Shang's voice was low and deep.
It's unclear who he was speaking to.
After a long while, the auras of the four Mahayana burst forth.
The target is Western Continent.
"Walk!"
" The Dragon Fate has yet to manifest."
"But the death of the Miscellaneous School master must be related to him."
"Let's first go to the Western Continent, the place where the Dragon Fate was born, and investigate before we decide what to do next."
"I hope this trip will lead to a successful search for this fiend. I have a feeling that this fiend was not killed by honorable means by the miscellaneous Miscellaneous School leader."
"The four of us together are not afraid of him at all, but we must be careful that he doesn't harbor any sinister motives."
Once his thoughts returned to normal, Lord Shang was no longer saddened.
There was nothing he could do now that things had come to this.
If that's the case, then let's accomplish this goal first.
Find the Dragon Fate, and rid the Dragon Calamity!
The sound reached the ears of the two Mahayana Technique School.
The master of the Technique School nodded in agreement.
As they flew, the master of the Technique School continuously activated some kind of Secret Method.
It seemed as if they were investigating something.
"Was the dragon-searching method left behind by that Yin-Yang School thief actually effective?"
"Why can't I detect even a trace of Dragon Fate?"
"Could this Secret Method be incomplete?"
The Technique School leader urged the master to continue the Secret Method while frowning and cursing under his breath.
The Secret Method he used was the one used by the Yin-Yang School to find the Dragon Calamity.
In the past, Yin-Yang School raised dragons in the Western Continent, causing trouble, so naturally he had Secret Method to search for them.
But ever since the Dragon Calamity suddenly disappeared three or four years ago.
This Secret Method then became ineffective, as if this person truly did not exist on the Eastern Desolation Star.
But Hundred Schools knows, even the head of the Miscellaneous School is dead.
The Dragon Fate must still reside in the Eastern Wasteland!
Sometimes I do wish that if this Dragon Fate were to escape into the starry sky, it would never return.
"Why should we go through all this trouble?"
"By the way! Merchant, do you think we could find some women with good Spirit Root and aptitudes in these four states after we quell the Dragon Calamity?"
"Let's see if we can produce some descendants with Spirit Root."
Is this Heavenly Dao punishment truly so severe?
Even if we fail, perhaps we can have descendants who can try again; maybe there's a glimmer of hope?
The hope expressed by the master of the Technique School seems to be genuinely motivated.
Lord Shang frowned upon hearing this.
He didn't respond, unsure whether the Heavenly Dao Punishment was truly that severe.
Or perhaps he knew the outcome, but still clung to a sliver of hope in his heart.
In the silence, the master of the Technique School became even more excited, his eyes shining.
I kept giving myself positive self-talk.
"That's right, why don't we try finding some female cultivators from outside the Central Continent?"
"Even if we fail, if we can leave behind descendants, and those descendants can marry qualified cultivators, perhaps there will be hope."
If future generations can't do it, then let's use the descendants of our descendants!
"I refuse to believe it. Is it really true that we won't be able to produce another person with Spirit Root for at least ten generations?"
The master of the Technique School was deep in thought, his mind racing.
His eyes darted around, and he couldn't resist the urge to try it right now.
"Mr. Merchant, no, Brother Shang, anyway, the Dragon Fate can't detect it now."
"There's no use in us being so anxious; there's a small island in the sea ahead."
"It seems there are still mortals remaining. Shall we go and take a look?"
Having said that, the head of the Technique School did not wait for Lord Shang's reply.
His figure instantly flew towards the small island in the sea.
His clansmen followed hurriedly behind.
Looking at the back of the Technique School leader.
Lord Shang remained silent for a moment, then followed without saying a word...
Central Fishing Island is an ordinary small island located in the Endless Central Sea and the Endless Western Sea.
The island is only a few hundred miles long and wide, and is shaped like a curved bean.
It's not big; in fact, it could be described as cramped.
But the island's population is by no means small.
Not only does it possess tens of thousands of mortals, but it also has a cultivation sect.
"Sect Leader, this year our Central Fishing Island has had a bountiful catch, especially of the rare and abundant treasure fish."
"A large batch of spiritual materials from the seas has been brought back to the sect and stored away, as required in the past."
"We're just waiting for someone to come and collect it."
On the only mountain range on the island.
An elderly man with Foundation Establishment cultivation reported in detail to a young man with Golden Core cultivation.
The various directories are clear and easy to understand.
For a small island like Central Fishing Island...
It's truly amazing that one could reap so many treasures in a year, as the old man mentioned.
The young man with the Golden Core cultivation level nodded in agreement, as if it were commonplace.
His tone was calm and clear.
"Elder Wang, the harvest from Sui Cang is certain; people will be here in three days at most."
"We need to be on high alert these days, and also..."
"Our Eastern Expedition Army, after much difficulty, finally reached the Endless Central Sea right under the noses of Hundred Schools."
"All military and civilian personnel must be properly concealed, and must not act rashly or reveal their identities."
"A stern warning must be issued to the military and civilians on the island!"
Upon hearing what the young man said, the Foundation Establishment elder's expression turned serious.
Not daring to delay, he quickly clasped his hands in greeting.
"Yes, sir! I will obey your orders!"
After saying this, the old man prepared to leave and give the soldiers and civilians on the island a proper rest.
But who knew, before he could even take a step...
A powerful, oppressive aura, accompanied by a disdainful and indifferent voice, suddenly exploded from the sky.
"All mortals of the island, quickly kowtow to this supreme being!"