The Daoists Descended the Mountain

Lord Lingyuan had no idea what Fang Zelin was going to do, so he simply looked up.

The next moment, thousands of water swords began to merge together.

At this time, the small seal script also began to merge together.

With over two thousand small seal characters superimposed and merged together, a single one might not seem particularly impressive.

However, when these small seal script characters are combined, their power continuously increases.

At first, Lord Lingyuan seemed not to care about what he was seeing, but after a moment...

Sensing a profound threat lurking within, he finally couldn't help but change his expression.

In just a few breaths, a water sword that wasn't very big floated above his head.

However, the small seal script inside, which once contained a rich golden light, had now turned into a deep, almost dripping color.

The water sword wasn't very big, but the oppressive feeling it brought to Lord Lingyuan made his hands and feet instantly turn cold.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar suddenly erupted.

The sky, which was originally covered with dark clouds, seemed to have been suddenly blown apart.

Through the thick, dark clouds, one could only vaguely see lightning flashing through them, and occasionally, large fires would suddenly ignite.

Boil this whole cloud.

Or perhaps in the next moment, a colossal wave will crash down from the sky.

Above this area of clouds, the battleground has become the most intense arena for magical combat.

Meanwhile, a hundred kilometers away, several people were looking up in this direction.

These are several veterans who guarded the border of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Thirty-eight years have passed since they came to guard this place.

Logically speaking, other people should have come here to take over from them more than ten years ago.

But no one came for a long time; initially, some military pay was delivered here.

However, later on, all of this military pay was gone.

They remained guarding the place even at this time, not daring to leave without permission.

Unbeknownst to them, they were the only ones still wearing the armor of the Great Jin Dynasty.

The Great Jin has now vanished.

"Captain, what's happening up ahead? Why does that patch of sky look like it's on fire?"

Standing on the city wall, a soldier swallowed hard and asked the captain.

These veterans are now old and frail, yet their dark faces and slightly sunken cheeks are adorned with bright, piercing eyes.

There is no doubt about the level of training this group of soldiers receives.

"How would I know? Quickly write down what's happening here. I heard before that the red star in the sky was Yinghuo Star, and now this strange phenomenon has appeared; something big is about to happen."

The old captain squinted at the front, then said in a deep voice.

"What good will it do to write it down? Send someone out? How can we send it out? Everyone in the villages and towns around Hang River Circuit is dead. None of the scouts we sent out before have returned."

"This is what's been recorded; we can't send it out later."

The captain's words were immediately met with a retort.

The captain was not angry when he heard this.

They were all on military pay, and having shared meals together for so long, they had developed a deep bond, so naturally they wouldn't get angry over such a trivial matter.

Even if we can't send it out, we must record it. We are stationed here, receiving military pay from the Great Jin, so we must do this.

The captain had barely finished speaking when another muffled thud came from afar.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and a younger soldier nearby exclaimed in surprise upon seeing it.

"It's over, the sky has fallen!"

From here, one can see countless boulders rolling down from the sky in the distance.

Some enormous figures could also be vaguely seen falling from the clouds.

The figure can be seen from this spot; one wonders how large it would be once you get closer.

"Quickly write this down: In the winter of the 23rd year of Tianyu, a hundred miles south of Ningxi Town, a great fire suddenly raged, the sky collapsed, and it seemed as if immortals had fallen."

The captain read aloud, gesturing for the clerk beside him to write it down.

Upon hearing this, the clerk snapped out of his daze and quickly took notes.

When I finished writing and looked up again, I saw that things had changed once more.

"Hey, it seems there are far fewer cultivators in the Great Jin, and it looks like there's no one to carry on the legacy."

In mid-air, the two sides who were fighting stopped, panting and looking somewhat disheveled.

On the Demon Race side, several powerful demons had several legs severed, and some wounds even cut directly into their chests, with their beating hearts faintly visible inside.

Even so, these powerful demons remained full of energy, baring their teeth and snarling at this side.

The speaker was the Demon King Wu, his entire body shrouded in black mist, and he seemed to be eating something as he spoke.

When the other party threw out the item, it was vaguely visible that it was covered with some tattered cloth, and the color of the cloth was clearly that of a cultivator's clothes.

"The Demon King Wu!"

Seeing that the other party had finally shown up, Daoist Zhong let out a cold shout, holding a willow branch in his hand, glaring menacingly.

As the willow branches swayed, a sound like thunder seemed to rise.

They had been on guard because the Demon King Wu had been hiding in the shadows.

Unfortunately, I still fell victim to it in the end.

The three fellow cultivators beside him were caught off guard and, while they were fighting against the Demon Race, were swallowed whole by the demon.

It also injured two other cultivators.

Even after all this time, the Demon King Wu still uses such cunning methods with ease.

"It seems that since the last Great Zhou, none of you cultivators have been able to keep up. In battles, none of you can compare to the cultivators of that generation."

The Demon King Wu ignored Daoist Zhong, his gaze sweeping over the group of men before he let out a sneer.

He had kept it hidden for a while, mainly because he was worried that some powerful cultivator might have emerged in the Great Jin Dynasty.

However, it seems like I was overthinking it now.

At a glance, there are now fewer than a hundred disciples of Jade Void Mountain. Back in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were thousands of disciples of Jade Void Mountain.

Only two disciples remained from Jade Willow Mountain, and from the situation just now, he could tell that these Jade Willow Mountain disciples were actually former disciples of Jade Void Mountain.

This is probably because the last cultivator of Jade Willow Mountain has passed away, and there are no new disciples to inherit his mantle.

If that's the case, then Jade Willow Mountain will be wiped out.

Back in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the number of disciples at Jade Willow Mountain was nearly a thousand!

In addition, there were several other Daoist Daoist Sect. The sheer number of their disciples when they descended the mountain still sends shivers down his spine when he recalls it.

But that was all in the past.

What kind of monstrosities are these Daoist disciples these days?

They are so old, yet they don't even know Wind Riding Technique, and their numbers are pitifully small.

As for those like Qingyun, they are Daoists who have achieved some success in their cultivation, and their Daoist skills are quite good.

It's just that it's still a little worse than it was back then.

Judging from this, it must have been during the Great Zhou that the Daoist disciples of the Great Jin were severely injured, and they have not yet recovered.

Thinking of this, the Demon King Wu couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Having been secretly observing them, I have finally figured out the strength of these cultivators.

Demon King Wu, who believed victory was assured, was naturally delighted.