"What a volatile time..."
Elder Zuo gazed at the dark clouds beyond the great formation, the bitter smile on his face gradually turned into deep despair.
He stood beside Bai Wuya and sighed softly.
"Old Bai, Old Bai, this time, Primordial is truly doomed."
These words also reflected the thoughts of others.
In the Primordial.
There have been far too many disasters and hardships.
This disaster was something they never even imagined they could handle.
The formation was frantically consuming the Spirit Stone within it.
One after another, the Spirit Stone mountains vanished like clouds in the wind, at an incredibly fast speed. With each bombardment from the outside world, the Spirit Stone turned to dust and dissipated at an even faster rate.
In order to slow down the consumption of Spirit Stone and to allow the formation to last as long as possible, almost all of the vice deans took to the field, standing at the nodes of the formation and supplying Spiritual Power inward to support it.
They had almost completely lost hope, and the only reason they were still clinging on was that the Holy Heaven Association react as soon as possible and support Primordial.
only...
Will the Holy Heaven Association really return?
A faint murmur echoed among the many holy teachers, but no one answered.
Only a bitter despair continued to spread among them.
The great formation continued to tremble, and the aura of Spiritual Power dyed the entire sky white, leaving the dome devoid of all color and only a ghastly white.
With each bombardment, the faces of the vice deans grew increasingly grim.
finally.
The vice-head of Heaven-Reaching Institute was the first to lose his temper.
He staggered, his already thin body becoming even thinner, and his face revealed an undeniable golden hue. A mouthful of blood suddenly gushed out, splattering on the ground like tiny red plum blossoms.
"Master!!"
The first disciple of the vice-dean of Heaven-Reaching Institute was the first to turn around.
His pupils constricted, and he let out a nearly uncontrollable, grief-stricken roar.
But all he got in return was the resolute and unwavering gaze of the Vice Dean of Heaven-Reaching Institute.
Don't worry about me!
But how could we possibly ignore it?
Although the academy is mostly comprised of teachers and students, over time, a bond naturally develops between them. In particular, many of them have genuinely become disciples of their own revered teachers.
Several of the academy heads and deputy academy heads even have their Direct Disciple disciples.
Now, the great formation is teetering on the brink of collapse. As the head of the academy, who is responsible for combat, is unable to transfer Spiritual Power, several deputy heads are frantically channeling their Spiritual Power into the formation, just in order to hold out for a little longer.
Such overexertion would be unbearable even for someone made of solid steel, let alone a human being.
Bai Wuya turned his head and looked around.
Bai Wushang, the vice dean of Primordial Holy Heaven, is also his adopted son. Now, he has lost an arm, his face is pale, and his Spiritual Power is almost depleted. He is currently taking pills to recover his strength, but his weak appearance cannot be faked.
The Holy Masters of Heaven-Reaching Institute Primordial Beginning Institute had already been purged during the previous invasion by the Primordial Slaying Alliance. The remaining people are now gathered here, and almost all of them are doing their best.
Even so, everyone's expression was quite grim.
Not to mention the vice deans who serve as nodes in the grand formation's Spiritual Power.
They had long since exhausted their Spiritual Power and were now merely holding on, barely managing to stay afloat with the help of pills.
The Primordial of time is now in a state of turmoil.
Everything has reached its final stage.
despair.
There is nothing to say but despair.
Bai Wuya, who had stood tall his whole life, eventually bent slightly.
The old dean, who should have passed away long ago, hunched over slightly and spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.
"Everyone, listen to my command!"
Even though they knew they were no match, everyone immediately perked up and looked at Bai Wuya.
The headmaster of the Primordial Beginning Institute took a deep breath and spoke with a resolute look in his eyes.
"Dean, what do you say? Should we just fight them head-on?!"
"I've had enough of this."
"Even if it costs me my life, I'll bite off a piece of their flesh!"
His voice was filled with gritted teeth, and his expression was even more ferocious.
Almost everyone else, except him, was the same.
Nobody wants to be a coward like that.
In particular, being beaten and suppressed.
They felt despair, but even more so, they felt anger.
However...
To everyone's surprise, Bai Wuya was not agitated, nor did he try to mobilize others. He simply shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over Lin Xuan's direction with a sense of entrustment and relief, and spoke softly.
"After the great formation is shattered, I will fight alone."
"You all... flee."
At this point, all the schemes had been rendered useless.
The only option is to fight to the death.
We have no choice but to fight a desperate battle.
He knew all too well what those people outside wanted. The Primordial Token... such a treasure had always been in his hands. As long as he stood at the forefront, the chances of survival for others would be maximized.
This disaster, which targeted the Primordial, originated from the Primordial Token.
As the dean, he should bear the responsibility for this.
Moreover...
Seeing Lin Xuan frowning as if he wanted to say something, Bai Wuya smiled, gently shook his head, and stopped Lin Xuan from speaking.
He knew what Lin Xuan wanted to say.
All I wanted was to face it together with him.
but...
No need!
With Lin Xuan's talent, he could have easily escaped instead of going through this life-or-death predicament with him.
There are at least five Saint Realm. Even if Lin Xuan is very strong, he couldn't possibly kill them all, not to mention other Saint Realm secretly pressing in...
This situation is extremely difficult.
In the Primordial, there was no hope!
This old geezer, thanks to Lin Xuan's life extension, has been able to live until now and witness the Primordial Holy Heaven turn the tide and rise again to become number one, thus fulfilling his last wish.
Let him... use this crippled body to do his part for the Primordial Beginning once more.
However, Bai Wuya had thought of everything, but he hadn't considered that after the great selection process, all those who remained in the Primordial Holy Heaven were those who were utterly loyal to the Primordial.
Even if...
There is no hope in this great battle.
None of them moved.
"Dean..."
One of the holy masters smiled gently and slowly uttered a call.
She was a Saint Master who entered the academy more than a decade ago. Compared to others, she was already considered a new Saint Master. But even so, she showed no intention of leaving. Instead, she was like a tree that had taken root, rooted in the same place, and did not move.
She brushed the black hair from her cheek, her smile gentle, her voice calm yet conveying a firm strength.
"If we retreat now, wouldn't people look down on us cultivators? Our desire to protect the Primordial is the same as yours. Besides... even if we leave, they might not let us go."
"In this battle, we will surely defend the Primordial."
"Fight to the death, never retreat."
Upon hearing this, the others either turned around or remained where they were, all speaking in unison.
"We will fight to the death!"
"We will fight to the death!"