The last remaining member of the Legalist School, Mahayana, took over the reins of the Legalist School.
But he had no way to resolve the Dragon Fate.
The Military School strategist ignores the head of the household and does not take charge of affairs.
The Hundred Schools factions were leaderless, filled only with fear, and each harbored their own agendas.
They simply can't come up with a plan.
Faced with immense fear and sorrow, this Legalist School Mahayana finally hardened his heart and made a decision.
" Dragon Fate... Dragon Fate! You forced me to this!"
"You possess the power to slay a high-ranking official; we are now mortal enemies. But someone will deal with you!"
"How could you, with your mere Dragon Fate, possibly withstand the power of the Ji Household? Even someone as strong as Li Taixuan was defeated, so what can you do?"
"That's right. The Ji Household only cares about the Dragon Fate. Even if they take their anger out on us, as the Mahayana Brother, I certainly won't have any problem surviving."
"As long as I survive, there is hope for my Lineage. As long as I survive..."
"As long as I survive..."
The Legalist School Mahayana monk's eyes flashed wildly, his mind insane.
His body trembled; he was terrified when it really came to this.
He was just numbing and comforting himself, thinking that the Ji Household wanted the Dragon Fate.
Even if the Ji Household is ruthless and invincible, he still has a chance to survive and hide.
If we really have to wait for the Dragon Fate to strike, it's better to summon the Ji Household than to let the Dragon Fate kill us.
Even if it means we all die together, it's better than this.
Furthermore... he is Mahayana; he will definitely survive, he definitely will...
The night was deep, and a fierce wind was blowing.
A True Venerable of the Legalist School, having Tribulation Transcendence, led several Dao Integration experts to conceal their auras.
It slowly and quietly flew upwards.
He dared not break through the void, dared not release his Divine Sense.
Even the aura of inspiration was suppressed to an extremely faint level.
Like several wandering souls, they silently approached the edge of the sky.
Behind him, several Legalist School cultivators followed closely.
All of them were Dao Integration cultivators, yet their expressions were tense at this moment.
That's right, they were acting on the orders of the newly appointed head of the Jin family to secretly sneak out of the Eastern Wasteland.
To the stars... to search for the legendary "Season".
If they can find that person, perhaps they all have a chance to survive.
The leader Tribulation Transcendence, took a deep breath.
I looked up at the approaching layer of gale-force winds overhead.
Beyond this barrier lies the starry sky.
At that time, the sky will be high and the sea wide, and no one will be able to stop him.
However, just as he was about to touch the gale layer...
A beam of sword light descended from the heavens.
Silent and stealthy, as swift as a flash of light!
Tribulation Transcendence the leader could even react, the protective aura around his body shattered like paper.
The sword flashed past his chest.
He looked down and saw a hole in his chest, clear from front to back, with smooth, mirror-like edges. There was no blood or flesh, only charred burn marks and the ravages of powerful Dao Laws.
"Who..."
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
As the sword light dissipated, a faint figure in iron armor appeared in the void.
His face was blurred, his features indistinct, only his eyes, calm as a pool, reflected his gradually dilating pupils.
" Legalist School stops here."
A faint, indifferent voice resounded within the sea of Divine Sense of the Legalist School Tribulation Transcendence.
His body stiffened, then crumbled inch by inch.
Even his Primordial Spirit turned into a sky full of blood mist, which was swept away by the gale.
The five cultivators behind him tried to flee in terror, but the sword flashed again, and they were all killed in an instant.
The void returned to silence.
The armored figure looked down, not even glancing at the corpses.
He simply put it away, and his figure disappeared.
Meanwhile, in the territory of the Central Continent Legalist Lineage.
The deacon guarding the life tablets suddenly opened his eyes, his face turning deathly pale.
With trembling hands, he reached out and took down several jade pendants that had just cracked in half from the altar.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
They were gripped by immense fear.
" The Tribulation Transcendence Life Tablet... the Tribulation Transcendence True Venerable of our Lineage... has perished!"
When the news spread, the Legalist School fell into a deathly silence.
The Mahayana, who was in charge of the Legalist School, slumped in his chair, his face filled with shock and anger.
It's impossible to guess who did it.
The Central Continent are in chaos these days.
Hundred Schools on their own? Or is it ordained by Dragon Fate?
He remained silent for a long time.
He didn't know who did it.
But he knew.
Legalist School... it might really be doomed to perish at his hands.
However, the same scenes and the same events were not only happening among Legalist School.
This phenomenon was repeated throughout the Central Continent, among different Lineage.
The Medical School, True Venerable Tribulation Transcendence, led the elite of his clan.
They attempted to infiltrate the starry sky from a remote part of the Central Continent.
They bypassed all the Lineage mansions and even used ancestral concealment formations.
But the moment he stepped into the Gale Layer, he was cleaved into ashes by a bolt of dark blue lightning.
The moment he learned that the life tablet had shattered, the head of the Medical School was sitting upright in the hall.
The teacup in my hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into pieces.
He stared at the wisp of smoke still rising from the altar, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with shock.
"Who? Who killed my Medical School?!"
"Who is it?!"
The Medical School couldn't understand how, despite his efforts to remain hidden, he was still known to others.
Who in the Central Continent would possess this ability?
He couldn't figure it out, and his fear only grew stronger.
Compared to Legalist School and Medical School.
The fate of the Music Household was even more tragic.
They sent three cultivators who had reached the Dao Integration and one who Tribulation Transcendence.
They deliberately set off simultaneously from four different directions.
But without exception, the results were the same.
They all perished and vanished at the last moment before touching the stars.
It was as if the entire Central Continent was under strict surveillance.
The life-preserving tablets of the Music Household kept breaking.
The crisp sound echoed in the Music Household, each note like a funeral bell.
The head of the Music Household stood in front of the altar, looking at the row of newly cracked jade plaques, his face ashen.
He gritted his teeth and said, word by word.
" Dragon Fate... it must have been Dragon Fate's doing!"
"He's already extended his reach into the Central Continent; he's trying to trap us Central Continent!"
The news spread like wildfire.
Of the ten ruling families, all except the Military School, which remained inactive, made attempts.
None of them succeeded.
All the men sent out perished below the gale layer, failing to even reach the stars.
Some people began to suspect that this might have been the work of members of the Hundred Schools.
Such strength is unmatched even by Hundred Schools schools of thought.
It can monitor and radiate the entire Central Continent, something even Military School couldn't do.
The crowd couldn't understand it, and could only attribute it to the Dragon Fate.
This is the most terrifying speculation, and the one that everyone least wants to see.
"This Dragon Fate definitely knows something!"
"He had anticipated that my Hundred Schools would flee, so he laid a trap in advance."
"Otherwise, how could all this have happened?!"
"It's over... it's over... the Dragon Fate... is fulfilled."
" In the Eastern Wasteland, there is no longer any place for the Hundred Schools to stand."
Fear spread through Hundred Schools, like a festering sore.
Day and night, they slowly eroded their last bit of courage.
The armored figure never truly appeared.
Amidst this immense fear.
A year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The Central Continent remain turbulent and precarious.
The Hundred Schools remain confined to their respective corners.
No one dared to try to escape again, and no one knew when that sword light would fall once more.
There was only one thing everyone was certain of...
The Dragon Fate is truly coming!