Five months ago Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou
Chapter 95: Dark Clouds Pressing Down on the City, the City on the Verge of Collapse
There is no precedence in the Dao; those who achieve it are revered.
It seemed that with the actions of the middle-aged man as the starting point, as a group of people gradually passed by Chu Weiyang's side, they all murmured a respectful "Senior Brother" and expressed their thanks.
The layered Snake Demons climbing the city walls did not instill fear in their hearts, but the brutal slaughter by Chu Weiyang instilled terror within them.
Throughout it all, Chu Weiyang merely stood there quietly, pursing his lips and saying nothing, his hollow gaze fixed on everyone passing by him.
Perhaps because they were closer to Chu Weiyang, the heavy moisture in the air was not only filled with the stench of blood; with Chu Weiyang continuously casting spells and incantations, strands of malevolent qi also dispersed within. This made the cultivators passing by Chu Weiyang tremble with fear, as if they had come to a more vivid understanding of this person's ferocity.
However, after experiencing this, Chu Weiyang actually relaxed completely.
Earlier, when the calamity had not yet approached, there had been some chaotic thoughts in people's hearts, constantly speculating about what might occur during this disaster.
But now, upon reflection, he realized he was still engaged in the most familiar of activities.
This moment of respite was ultimately brief. Before long, as the storm swept the heavy stench of blood into the Dao City, the mist became somewhat thinner, and the buzzing sounds of the Snake Demons gradually began to rise.
Soon, as the crowd settled into their positions, Chu Weiyang lifted his spirits, his hands loosely gathered within his wide sleeves, waiting steadily for the approach of the Snake Demons.
In the Outer Sea, at the depths.
In the Serpent's Cave beneath the sea.
A long time had passed, and the Serpent Elder still leaned on his ebony serpent staff, standing quietly there.
However, as time passed and the turbulent currents of the seabed carried vast amounts of spiritual qi into the large serpent cave, those Snake Demons that had originally been lying on the ground, appearing dispirited, suddenly became lively with the refinement of spiritual energy and the rapid advancement of their cultivation.
In the same place, even the Master of Mo Island, who was still immersed in endless sorrow and hatred, had indeed silently advanced to the Dan Tai realm. At this moment, with the hazy halo behind her head, her originally pale face had become rosy, and with each breath, thick spiritual light surged from the depths of her eyes.
At this moment, perhaps sensing something, the Serpent Elder took a few hurried steps forward, his weathered eyes still fixed intently on the Master of Mo Island.
But as his words fell, the Master of Mo Island seemed to fall into a kind of stupor. She gently nodded, but the movement was so slight that it seemed she had no reaction at all, remaining lost in thought.
Faced with the prolonged silence of the Master of Mo Island, the Serpent Elder finally furrowed his brow slightly. He raised the ebony serpent staff slightly, but then casually lowered it again.
Then, the Serpent Elder spoke earnestly.
"Master Mo, listen to the words of someone who has been through this. Your silence now is only destroying yourself. The Tingchang Mountain that destroyed your Mo family still stands there, and the old nun of Danxia on Tingchang Mountain is destined to live well. In the end, it will only be you who perishes, completely severing the roots of the Mo family.
I understand that you harbor anger, but this fire should continue to burn on the disciples of Tingchang Mountain, not on yourself. There is no such reasoning in this world. If you want revenge, seeking it against a sect led by a Golden Core Grandmaster while you have just entered the Dan Tai realm is hopeless. But now there is a shortcut that can help you..."
As he spoke the last words, the Serpent Elder leaned forward, his weathered eyes locking onto the Master of Mo Island's gaze filled with hatred.
Thus, he fell silent, remaining there with a meaningful expression.
Next, the Master of Mo Island slowly lifted her head.
In the surging currents, no tears could be seen, but her eyes were already filled with bloodshot veins.
Meeting the Serpent Elder's gaze, the Master of Mo Island still did not respond to any topics related to hatred or the Mo family, but it seemed she had taken the Serpent Elder's words to heart.
When she spoke again, her slightly hoarse voice echoed in the serpent cave.
As her words fell, a smile appeared at the corner of the Serpent Elder's mouth.
Gradually, the familiar sound of thunder began to resonate in the dark seabed, echoing within the deep serpent cave.
The smoke that had originally dissipated once again transformed into layers of dark mist, enveloping the serpent cave entirely, along with the figure of the Serpent Elder, which became indistinct once more.
In an instant, standing in place, it seemed that between heaven and earth, amidst the boundless expanse, only the solitary figure of the Serpent Elder remained.
He squinted his eyes in a half-dazed manner, quietly listening to the sound of thunder, as if he were savoring some profound melody. Before long, his aged and withered fingers brushed against the fine serpent scales of the ebony serpent staff, which seemed to naturally manifest.
But as the Serpent Elder gently caressed it, the serpent shape coiled around the ebony staff began to move as if it were a living creature.
It seemed that with each clap of thunder, the serpent carving at the staff's head became increasingly lively, soon resembling a real creature, with only the distinct wood grain on the carving clearly separating it from a living being.
At that moment, within the heavy dark mist, the Serpent Elder suddenly took a step forward.
When he landed, the Serpent Elder stood behind a Dan Tai realm Snake Demon. Having recited the incantation twice, this Snake Demon had already reached the Ninth Refinement of the Dan Tai realm. However, after a while, there was still no change in its aura; in fact, as its form became stiff and sluggish, the spiritual light in its eyes even showed signs of dissipating.
In that place, the Serpent Elder's murmured words fell.
As his words ended, the ebony serpent staff in the Serpent Elder's hand was raised.
Swish—!
In an instant, the serpent carving at the staff's head suddenly expanded, and the serpent carving opened its bloody maw, truly swallowing the stiff and sluggish Dan Tai realm Snake Demon into its belly!
In an instant, the spiritual light on the ebony serpent staff swirled, and when one looked again, the serpent carving that had expanded returned to its original size, spinning around before coiling back onto the staff's head, transforming back into a wooden carving, motionless.
From beginning to end, it was clear that the ebony serpent staff had swallowed the Snake Demon.
However, in that place, aside from the serpent carving, there was no change in the ebony serpent staff; instead, the Serpent Elder's face suddenly became rosy, and upon closer inspection, even the fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have diminished.
Throughout it all, the continuous sound of thunder still echoed, and within the heavy mist, no one knew what the Serpent Elder had done.
In Jing'an Dao City.
At the foot of the city wall, Zhong Chaoyuan lazily leaned on the black banner in his hand, the long-lasting and intense stench of blood lingering around him, seemingly difficult to disperse.
At this moment, Zhong Chaoyuan slowly walked to the nearby Xuanjia Dao Soldier camp, found the storeroom, raised the jade talisman in his hand, and casually flicked his wrist, placing more than ten willow wood talismans on the table.
Upon looking, a dark and obscure spiritual light swirled, and in a daze, one could even hear the piercing howls.
Then, Zhong Chaoyuan casually spoke.
After speaking, Zhong Chaoyuan shook the banner and took a few steps toward Yan Jianwei.
However, compared to their earlier battle outside Baoping River, Yan Jianwei now appeared slightly pale; not only had he lost his color, but upon closer inspection, his lips twitched, and even his arms hung weakly, as if he might sway and fall at any moment.
Seeing this, Zhong Chaoyuan frowned slightly, shaking his head in dissatisfaction.
As his words fell, Zhong Chaoyuan did not look at Yan Jianwei again, shaking the banner for himself as he prepared to walk outside the city, seemingly wanting to take advantage of the early hour to engage in a fierce battle once more.
In that place, as Zhong Chaoyuan left, Yan Jianwei slowly moved to a dark corner of the Dao City. At this moment, avoiding people, Yan Jianwei began to breathe heavily, and with each breath, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his forehead.
After a while, Yan Jianwei trembled like a sieve, and after a long time, he finally calmed down a bit.
He pressed a hand against his chest, his breathing becoming hoarse.
In his soft and indistinct murmurs, although filled with resentment, he was now exhausted, and his voice sounded weak, making his words seem even more sorrowful.
In Tianwu Dao City, atop the city wall.
Two hours passed in an instant, and after repelling another wave of Snake Demons, when one looked again, another group of cultivators was slowly ascending the city wall, preparing to relieve Chu Weiyang and the others.
In an instant, a sigh of relief echoed from behind him, and in the subsequent healing camp, the flat-roofed tents connected in the square were no longer as empty as before.
At this moment, many injured cultivators had already lain down, especially the Xuanjia Dao Soldiers. In just this short time, Chu Weiyang saw two people stripped of their Xuanjia, their shattered remains placed into coffins and carried out of the camp.
While he was lost in thought, suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed from the distant sky, as if it were the final note of the continuous thunder.
Looking again, the mist around had become much thinner.
This wave had ultimately been endured.
Perhaps even Chu Weiyang had not noticed that he had inexplicably begun to feel a sense of relaxation.