bookrebus Chapter 1801 All Comrades
Chapter 1801 All Comrades
"Don't be so polite with us." Crimson Flame Fox walked over and patted Mingchuan's shoulder with considerable force, making Mingchuan grit his teeth. "If it weren't for you rescuing us from that hellhole, we old guys would have become nourishment for the Demon Abyss long ago. We were stuck in the ancient jade for so long before we recovered from our injuries and came out. We should be the ones who feel bad for not being able to help sooner."
Stone Bear nodded and said in a deep voice, "Comrade, no need for thanks."
Simple words, yet they convey a profound bond of shared life and death.
“Comrade-in-arms…” Mingchuan felt a warmth in his heart and nodded emphatically, “Yes, comrade-in-arms!”
At this moment, Master Lingxu finished dealing with the remaining traces of the array on the Cloud Ascension Platform and walked over slowly.
He glanced at Mingchuan's condition and nodded slightly: "You've recovered quite well. The power of the Blue-Faced Fox's origin is of great benefit to you."
"Thank you for your timely rescue, Master Lingxu." With Leng Xi's help, Mingchuan stood up and bowed respectfully to Master Lingxu.
He knew that if it weren't for Master Lingxu's timely appearance and his swift suppression of the entire scene, everyone on the Cloud Ascension Platform today would likely have met with certain doom.
Master Lingxu waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the wrecked Cloud Ascension Platform and the surviving cultivators from the Spirit Realm who were gradually gathering around him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"You were saved by yourselves," he said slowly. "If you hadn't fought back with your lives, if the disciples of the Wanchuan Sect hadn't risked their lives to come to your aid and buy you time... I might not have made it in time either."
His words sent a chill down everyone's spines, followed by an indescribable feeling of bitterness and lingering fear.
Yes, they were so close... so close, they would all have become sacrifices to Fairy Yueyao's ambition, becoming souls lost under the Holy Domain's Soul-Locking Array!
“Master…” An old cultivator with white hair and beard, his breath weak, walked out of the crowd shakily. He came from a medium-sized sect in the Spirit Realm and had brought several of his most promising disciples with him. Now, however, only he remained, as all his disciples had turned into mummies.
Tears streamed down his face as he bowed deeply to Master Lingxu and Mingchuan, among others.
"On behalf of those children who died unjustly, I thank you, Master and all the members of the Wanchuan Sect, for saving our lives!"
His bow was like lighting a fuse.
Whoosh—!
On the Cloud Ascension Platform, all the surviving cultivators from the Spirit Realm, whether they were sect elders, aristocratic scions, or independent cultivators, regardless of their previous attitudes towards the Wan Chuan Sect, all faced the direction where True Person Lingxu, Ming Chuan, and the Wan Chuan Sect members were, and bowed down in unison!
"Thank you, Master Xie, for saving my life! Thank you, Master Wanchuan, for your noble character!"
"If it weren't for you all, we would all be dead today!"
"This kindness will never be forgotten!"
The sounds converged, carrying the relief of surviving a catastrophe, but also a deep-seated grief and regret!
When many young cultivators looked up, their faces were already wet with tears, their eyes filled with burning anger and deep fear towards the Holy Domain, Yueyao, and Longyin Temple.
“We…we used to envy those geniuses chosen by the Holy Domain, thinking it was an incredible opportunity…” a Foundation Establishment disciple from a small sect choked up, “Now we realize that it was just an invitation to hell!”
“Fairy Yueyao…how could she be so cruel! Treating our lives like dirt!” A female cultivator from a noble family said in a trembling voice. She had witnessed her sisters being drained of their life essence by chains.
"What a load of bull! What high and mighty! They're nothing but a bunch of devils in immortal robes!" A hot-tempered rogue cultivator gritted his teeth and pounded the ground.
Regret, fear, anger, lingering fear... a variety of emotions spread among the crowd.
They once harbored fantasies about the Holy Domain, yearning for its legendary vast world and abundant resources. They even privately expressed their dissatisfaction with Mingchuan and the four major sects for refusing the Holy Domain's offer of recruitment.
To this day, the bloody reality has shattered all their illusions!
The so-called selection of outstanding talents is nothing but a meticulously planned trap! The so-called celestial maidens of the Holy Realm are nothing but cold-blooded and ruthless executioners!
Master Lingxu looked at the group of emotionally charged juniors and sighed inwardly.
He raised his hand, and a peaceful force swept over, calming the agitated emotions of the crowd.
"Having gone through this ordeal, you should understand." Master Lingxu's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, "There are no shortcuts on the path of cultivation. True opportunities come from one's own diligent cultivation, from the mutual support of fellow practitioners, and from this land beneath our feet that nurtured us—the Spirit Realm."
"The outer realms may be vast, but the human heart is unpredictable. To place one's hopes on the blessings of others, especially those with ill intentions, is tantamount to courting death."
His gaze swept over Mingchuan, Axiong, Jinman, and then over Ye Chuhan, Lin Ruowei, Chu Huai, Mu Yaoyao, and other outstanding young talents.
"Today, the Wan Chuan Sect, Qing Feng Yu Men, Zi Xiao Jing Yuan, Butian Sheng Jiao, Xuan Tian Men, and all our comrades who rose up in resistance have proven with their blood and actions that the Spirit Realm has its own backbone and future!"
"From this day forward, I urge you all to keep your eyes open, remember the pain of today, diligently cultivate yourselves, unite with your fellow believers, and protect our spiritual home!"
"Only by becoming strong ourselves and uniting as one can we be fearless in the face of external aggression and control our own destiny!"
Words, like morning bells and evening drums, resonate in everyone's heart.
The confusion and fear in the eyes of many monks gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and determination.
They bowed down again, their voices louder and more unified than before:
"I will heed the Master's teachings!"
"Remember this shame! Cultivate yourself diligently and protect the spiritual realm!"
The roar was deafening, carrying a resolute determination akin to being reborn from the ashes.
Mingchuan watched this scene with a mix of emotions.
Although the battle ended quickly, it completely shattered the blind worship and illusions of the Holy Domain among the cultivators of the Spirit Realm. A sense of cohesion and resistance belonging to the Spirit Realm itself is awakening.
And this may be the only fortunate gain from today's tragic catastrophe.
“Senior,” Jin Man stepped forward, her alluring face now solemn, “this place is not safe to linger. Although Yueyao has retreated, and the reinforcements from Longyin Temple have arrived and then retreated again, there’s no guarantee they won’t make any further moves. Moreover, what about Wangxiantai…”
She looked at Mingchuan, her eyes questioning.
The spread of demonic energy and plague caused by Han Li's self-destruction, as well as the casualties over there, all need to be dealt with immediately.
Mingchuan nodded, forcing himself to stand up straight: "Let's go back to Wangsentai first, meet up with the four sect leaders, and then discuss the aftermath."
He looked at the survivors on the Cloud Ascension Platform and said loudly, "Fellow Daoists, if you trust the Wanchuan Sect, you may come with us to the Wangxiantai for temporary refuge, to heal your wounds and recuperate. Once the situation stabilizes, you can return to your respective places."
Having gone through life and death together, no one could refuse Mingchuan's invitation at this moment.
Soon, under the protection of True Man Lingxu and the three great spirit beasts, Mingchuan led the Wanchuan Sect members and all the surviving cultivators of Dengyuntai, transforming into streaks of light and speeding towards Wangxiantai, three hundred miles away.
Behind them, only the devastated and blood-soaked Dengyun Terrace remained, silently recounting everything that had just happened in the dim light of the void.
The fragile illusion of peace between the Spirit Realm and the Holy Realm has been completely shattered by this incident!