novelraw Chapter 1238 647: Shangguan Tianyou
Chapter 1238 647: Shangguan Tianyou
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Shangguan Tianyou was clearly more powerful than before. He looked like an unsheathed sword, gleaming with dazzling light as he flew past. Around Zhou Xinqi was a swirling blue radiance and a powerful life force.
And there was Lu Tianlei, like a thunderbolt capable of tearing the sky apart. Besides them, there were other longtime disciples of the Inner Sect, all following the three Peak Lords of the South Shore with solemn expressions.
Elders from both shores, as well as other qualified disciples, were discussing the matter.
"There are 150 from the North Shore, and 100 from the South Shore. I wonder how many of them will rank at the top in battles against the other three sects, eventually reaching the Earthstring Foundation? Of course, some of them will never return... The path of cultivation is filled with blood, governed by the laws of the jungle."
"I heard from a senior member of my family that whenever the three Foundation Holy Lands open, there is always blood and slaughter. For some, the focus is not on reaching the Foundation but on killing members of the other three sects. It's like a war among the Four Major Sects every sixty years!"
"But why do we just let our electors get killed? I know Earth Energy can't be stored and used later, but establishing the Mortal-Dao Foundation is so safe. It may be weaker, but at least not so many people die..."
"Hmph. If you have a generation full of weaklings, everyone becomes weaker. If that happens, the Spiritual Flow Sect will surely be destroyed sooner or later!"
"None of the Four Major Religions will avoid fighting as long as they have a disciple they believe can reach the Earth Foundation. If a generation of disciples is weak, then the sect's power in the region will diminish, and external forces will become a huge threat. It would cause massive trouble!"
"A perfect example is the Pill Stream Sect. Long ago, they avoided fighting three times in a row. But then their overall combat strength decreased. After that, powerful warlords rose on the sect's territory and started establishing their own domains. Our Soul Stream even managed to occupy about twenty percent of their former territory. Their hands were forced, and after rejoining the fight, they successfully found some disciples in the Earthstring Foundation. Of course, many other disciples died in the process, but at least they managed to restore things."
Soon, disciples from both shores were outside the hall at Mount Daoseed, led by their respective Peak Lords. Everyone's face bore a solemn expression.
All the disciples realized that their next destination would be filled with opportunities and bloodshed!
They looked around, sizing each other up. Quickly, everyone was surprised to find someone missing.
"Is Yan Xiaobao not coming?"
They weren't the only ones surprised. The seven Peak Lords stood there thoughtfully, looking towards the direction of the Beast Music Academy on the North Shore. Li Qinghou's expression was as usual. He was confident in his analysis of Yan Xiaobao and was certain that despite his mischievousness, fear of death, and playfulness, his obsession with immortality would ultimately prevail.
At the Beast Music Academy, Yan Xiaobao sat there listening to the ringing bells. After prolonged contemplation, he gritted his teeth and stood up. In the past three months, he focused entirely on cultivation. He spent a substantial amount of merit to obtain over a thousand paper amulets, arming himself to the teeth. He also worked hard to break through with his silver skin; unfortunately, although he made some progress, he never achieved a breakthrough.
His luggage was packed, and he was ready. He refused to let Brussel appear, because he wasn't ready to participate in such an event. Stepping onto the Golden Crow Sword, he shot into the air towards Mount Daoseed. On the way, he stopped at the spirit stone gazebo, where he spent more merit on earth crystals, which he could use instead of actual Earth Flames to compile medicines wherever he wanted.
At this moment, his eyes were completely bloodshot. Although he had long since made his decision, he always liked to be thoroughly prepared. Thus, he spent much time poring over ancient records, learning about the brutality and bloodshed of the Foundation Holy Lands. He also knew that these sects had a chance to showcase their strength to others.
The more he understood the whole affair, the more his heart trembled. When he read about events 800 years ago, it was especially so, as only about ten disciples returned to the Spiritual Flow Sect from the Fallen Sword Abyss. The cruelty of the matter shook Yan Xiaobao completely.
Of course, this was an isolated incident. According to records, the barbarity of the past 800 years was due to a terrible elector rising from the Blood Flow Sect. He was known as Master Limitless, crushing everything in his path. Not only did the Spiritual Sect suffer significant casualties, but all the other three sects did. In fact, in the other three sects, all the disciples of that generation were wiped out, which led to the Blood Flow Sect surpassing the Soul Stream Sect to become the top power among the Four Great Sects.
As for that Master Limitless, he is now known as the Blood Flow Sect's patriarch without a master.
During other occasions when the three Foundation Holy Lands opened, the casualties were not as terrifying. At most, half the disciples might die. Even those who didn't reach the Earthstring Foundation Establishment, as long as they were careful, had the possibility of surviving.
Even so, a fifty percent casualty rate made Yan Xiaobao tremble in fear. He really wanted to give up this opportunity and opt for the safe bet of the Mortal-Dao Foundation and its hundred-year longevity.