The Layered Heavens Palace in Crisis
The enormous flying boat, like a sharp arrow, pierced through the dark clouds above everyone's heads, dispelling the despair that had enveloped the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
Sang Ying leaped high into the air, wielding her lightning-infused sword. With a single strike, a layer of frost covered the area within a hundred miles. The lightning crackling around her sword, seemingly from nowhere, inexplicably traveled a circle along the frost-covered ground!
This lightning was no ordinary thing. Although they didn't know it was a wisp of heavenly lightning that Sang Ying had absorbed during her tribulation, they could still sense the righteous energy within it.
The lightning traveled along the frost, and any Devil Cultivator or blood-stained monsters that encountered it could be instantly reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Sang Ying moved too fast, and the lightning bolts surged even faster. By the time everyone could see what was happening, the ground in front of the mountain gate was covered in charred powder, and as far as the eye could see, it was filled with people enveloped in purple arcs of electricity.
Moreover, the young cultivators who jumped down from the flying boat were no less capable. These disciples of Ten Thousand Daos Born cultivated the purest Technique Method and were born with a righteous aura, which was perfect for suppressing those Devil Cultivators and monsters.
Therefore, under Ji Fucang's leadership, a group of people quickly rushed into the demon army and, with unstoppable force, scattered the Devil Race army that had been firmly surrounding the Flowing Light Sword Sect.
Sitting high on the deck of the flying boat, Jiulian looked at the chaotic scene below. She first waved her folding fan, and a beam of spiritual light descended from the flying boat, forming a barrier over the entire Flowing Light Sword Sect.
With another wave of his folding fan, another batch of demons that had surrounded his young apprentice were wiped out.
The exhausted disciples of the Flowing Light Sword Sect were instantly enveloped by the barrier. The demons outside could not break in, but those inside could go out at will.
However, seeing the favorable situation outside, Elder Yanhua issued a strict order forbidding them from venturing out. He himself quickly caught up with the reinforcements and unleashed his final, all-out attack on the demon army, which was already showing signs of collapse!
The Sword Madman lived up to his reputation; his sword strike seemed capable of cleaving the heavens and earth, and the resulting wave of Spiritual Qi instantly dispersed the dark Demonic Qi surrounding them.
This was the first time Sang Ying had witnessed Elder Yanhua's Swordsmanship. Compared to her own still immature Sword Intent, Elder Yanhua's Sword Intent was already incredibly refined, and its aura was far beyond what she, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, could compare to.
She tried her best to sense Elder Yanhua's Sword Intent, and a deeper understanding came to her.
Thanks to the efforts of all parties, the Devil Race army, which had initially threatened to annihilate the entire Flowing Light Sword Sect, was quickly driven back.
When the remnants of the defeated army fled in a frenzy, the dark cloud that had been hanging over everyone's hearts also dissipated.
With the help of her senior brother, Song Jiaojiao stood up. She looked at the people in the distance who were still full of fighting spirit and walking into the mountain gate. Her gaze immediately fell on Sang Ying and she couldn't take it away.
Senior Sister Sang Ying has really returned.
Sang Ying briefly recounted what had happened in front of the mountain gate to Sang Zheng and Sang Ying. Sang Zheng, who hadn't even changed his expression despite being seriously injured, immediately had tears in his eyes.
"Good, good! As expected of my daughter, she's more capable than her father." Sang Zheng said with a smile.
Nan Gurong, standing to the side, couldn't help but smile, "That's wonderful, Sang Ying. I knew everything would be alright as long as you came back."
It seems that from the first time he met Sang Ying, this seemingly petite female cultivator always managed to turn the impossible into possible.
Thinking of her master who sacrificed himself for the sect, Nan Gurong couldn't help but shed tears.
This disaster has cost them too many lives.
"It wasn't my return that made things better; it was your tireless struggle that kept you alive until our reinforcements arrived. You earned your own chance to survive. You should be thanking yourselves." Even though Sang Ying had only just returned, she had already heard from others about what Nan Gurong and the others had been doing these past few days.
If she hadn't led the Plain Robe Pavilion to join the Flowing Light Sword Sect, and hadn't led the other medical cultivators to develop so many spirit medicine, the Flowing Light Sword Sect would probably have been conquered long ago.
Therefore, Sang Ying was very grateful to her.
Upon hearing this, Nan Gurong's tears flowed even more profusely.
The two didn't exchange many words in the end. Sang Ying had only glanced at her father when someone outside was calling her, "Senior Sister Sang Ying, come out quickly. Elder Jiulian is urging you to go elsewhere!"
Sang Ying responded to the outside, then explained to Sang Zheng, "Besides the Flowing Light Sword Sect, other sects are also under attack. Because this place was attacked the most fiercely and was the closest, we came here first. Now that the crisis for the Flowing Light Sword Sect has been resolved, I must go with my fellow disciples to rescue others elsewhere."
"Go ahead, I'll take good care of your mother and the sect." Sang Zheng didn't try to stop her at all. Looking at his daughter, who had already reached the Nascent Soul, he felt only pride and joy.
Seeing this, Sang Ying nodded to the two of them again, then turned around and went to join Ten Thousand Daos Born and his fellow disciples.
Fang Chi and the others had already boarded the flying boat early. Jiang Zhuoxue, who couldn't appear in public for the time being, was also waiting on the deck to pick her up.
As soon as Sang Ying went up to them, she asked directly, "Where are we going next?"
According to the information they received from Elder Yanhua, the only sects in the entire Twin Orchid Realm that have not yet been destroyed are the Flowing Light Sword Sect, the Layered Heavens Palace far away in the glacial snowfield, and the Myriad Phenomena Sect, which has also accepted countless people to join them.
There are many people from the Myriad Phenomena Sect, and a large number of demons have been sent to the Flowing Light Sword Sect, so there shouldn't be any trouble for the time being.
Furthermore, since everyone had spent so much time with Fang Chi, they inevitably developed some favoritism. Ji Fucang then spoke frankly, "I've heard that Layered Heavens Palace is quite remote, and I estimate that apart from its own disciples, it has no reinforcements. Why don't we go there and take a look first?"
Jiulian had no intention of arguing with her disciple and immediately agreed.
Ten Thousand Daos Born's flying boat immediately changed direction and sped towards the snowfield a thousand miles away.
Just as everyone had guessed, the snowfield was now embroiled in a fierce and arduous battle.
The pure white snowfield was now mixed with other colors; amidst the crimson expanse, a patch of pitch-black blood flowed.
Countless fragments of longswords were scattered across the land. The corpses, devoid of all life, could not be collected. The cultivators could only watch helplessly as their fellow disciples, who had been laughing and joking with them just yesterday, became food for the Demon Beast in the snowy plains in the blink of an eye, unable to even retrieve their bodies.
Amidst the stench of blood, the Palace Master of the Layered Heavens Palace gazed at the vast, dark army of demons in the distance and made a decision in his heart.
"Henghe, come here." The Palace Master called out to his eldest disciple, "Listen to me, the Twin Orchid Realm is now in decline, and it seems destined to be beyond saving. Your junior sister is still in another small world, and probably won't be able to return in time. Although your master is not a powerful figure, I will not let you lose your lives in vain."
Upon hearing this, Henghe realized something was wrong.
Sure enough, the Palace Master spoke the next second, "Gather all the young disciples in the sect. When the time is right, take them with you and leave!"