Chapter 825: The Brilliant Great Sun Descends Upon Darifa Qingse Jianzong

Darifa Sect.

Here, mountains encircle all around, numerous fourth-rank spiritual veins converge, mist and clouds swirl—truly a sacred immortal land, the seat of the strongest sect in the Northern Plain, the last bastion of human resistance in the Northern Plain.

In the very center, a towering peak piercing the clouds, where multiple top-grade fourth-rank spiritual veins converge.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun sat upon a stone platform.

His appearance was solemn and ancient; every movement compelled involuntary attention, obedience, and submission—even before a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, ordinary cultivators dared not speak loudly.

"Master Tianyang, how much strength remains in your Darifa Sect?"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun asked calmly.

"How will you resolve the Western Desert's Ten Thousand Demon Valleys?"

Two Nascent Soul peak cultivators, sworn mortal enemies, now sat together peacefully, as if all past bloodshed and slaughter had been illusions.

The next instant, their body hairs stood on end as they turned toward one direction.

"That leaves only the two of us."

After an unknown length of time.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's expression softened slightly.

This was also why, during the internal chaos of Darifa Sect when it split into two sects, the sect had not activated its grand array.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun shook his head repeatedly: "I even suspect the appearance of demonic cultivators may have something to do with them—they had already reached a dead end, and anything is possible for them now."

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun said slowly: "Demonic beings live far longer than human cultivators, but after thousands of years, they are nearing the end of their lifespan—this is one reason for their expansion. Before their lifespan expires, they no longer fear many things."

A youth in blue robes appeared in the sky.

"If we can persuade Liu Dao Sect and the two people on Guishan, that would be utterly secure."

All he felt was an overwhelming, scorching, annihilating aura enveloping heaven and earth, freezing his soul, robbing him of thought, his instinct trembling uncontrollably, his life-sword quivering violently, yearning to leap from its sheath and fly toward the unknown.

He had merely come here, extending his spiritual sense and sword intent, searching back and forth through the sect's gate array stripped of its postnatal Nascent Soul peak defenses, focused intently, unconcerned with anything else.

This is the essence of sword cultivators.

The two exchanged glances, silent.

Beyond the Northern Plain lie many other forces, possibly even beings above Nascent Soul—this is no place for a pack of homeless dogs to swagger.

"The will he left behind, the moment it detects we activate the sect's grand array to confront an equal-level enemy, will unhesitatingly slaughter both friend and foe—every Nascent Soul cultivator and above will be cut down, not a single soul spared."

"It's not utterly secure after all."

"Do you think I don't know?"

Tens of thousands of sword cultivators, without realizing it, knelt to the ground—instinctively, without reason.

What demonic clans? What sect legacies?

"If they truly come, we can't defeat them—can't we still die together? Death is death; dying alongside the enemy is enough."

"This seems…"

"The Jin Dan disciples are nearly all dead."

Before him stood an elderly Daoist with a benevolent face, wearing a high crown, holding a staff of star-sand-like luminous bristles, silent in thought.

Yet beneath the Darifa light, no one felt this anger.

Tens of thousands of Darifa Sect cultivators, dozens of sword-path Nascent Soul Zhenjuns—they should have erupted in fury, drawing swords and charging, regardless of the opponent's strength, even against higher-level cultivators, daring to strike like a gnat challenging a tree.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun said calmly.

He said anxiously.

Even if they survived, their Dao path would be utterly severed.

"Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators escaped—still not bad."

"Those two are impossible."

Beneath the Darifa sun,

Then, a great sun rose!

The original sun had vanished; the blazing, glorious, annihilating light of the Darifa Sword Sun illuminated heaven and earth, bathing the land in every corner.

"Let's see if the Ice Phoenix dares to come."

"The array, indeed, can…"

"This is no time for idle chatter."

"Didn't I already tell you about my backup plan?"

What matters more than one's own life!

"Acceptable."

"We can use the Gong Fa legacy to lure in some wandering cultivators—Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, Tushan, and others—and rely on the Nascent Soul peak array we built separately over the years, barely enough."

The sect array has been broken!

"This is precisely why I called you here."

"No, impossible!"

Gradually, many began to adapt to the Darifa light and pressure, cautiously lifting their heads to glance upward.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun felt a slight easing in his heart.

In that instant, heaven and earth froze.

"But we do have a Soul Transformation array!"

Unbounded fear rose in Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Even five, or perhaps ten, Nascent Soul peak demonic cultivators might appear."

This man was Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, the Supreme Elder of Darifa Sect.

He couldn't even defeat cultivators of the same rank, whether they were law cultivators or demon cultivators, and was unable to slay them.

No matter the reason, in the eyes of the Great Sun Sword Child, they had surely gone crooked, become useless, lost all value, and the sect had to be cleansed from top to bottom once more, to cultivate new Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun deliberated for a moment, and still chose not to conceal it, telling the miserable truth.

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun lifted his eyelids: "The Liu Dao Sect has a Soul Transformation grand formation, the Guishan Tie family has a Soul Transformation grand formation—does that mean we aren't allowed one? This is the very place where the Great Sun Sword Child was born."

In the end, it was still Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun who lost his patience: "Your strength alone is far from enough to deal with over twenty peak Nascent Soul cultivators. One careless moment, and the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong will follow in the footsteps of the Darifa Sect.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun, slightly angered, said in a low voice: "The Great Sun Sword Child is far too dangerous—he's simply not a normal cultivator!"

"The Nascent Soul cultivators within the sect—more than half escaped, and only eleven or twelve could still preserve their law bodies. The rest have only a single Nascent Soul left, and won't be able to recover Nascent Soul-rank strength for at least several decades."

Because the very first ones this formation killed were the Nascent Soul-rank sword cultivators of the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong!

The wind, the spiritual energy, the leaves, even the people within—all were utterly still, like amber.

Before the radiance of the Great Sun, the grand formation that the Great Sun Qingse Jianzong had spent several hundred years and countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to build, the lifeblood of countless Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and that was claimed to be able to withstand the assault of multiple peak Nascent Soul cultivators, silently dissolved, exposing everything within the Luchu Sect.

"Great Sun…"

This is no good path.

"Do you really take yourself for the number one powerhouse of the Northern Plains?"

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun nodded.

Master Tianyang Master Dinghai Zhenjun forcibly suppressed the impulse within him to kneel and worship.

He did not look at the tens of thousands of sword cultivators kneeling in worship, did not ask anything, nor did he need anyone to acknowledge anything.

He was immensely regretful, regretting why he hadn't, in the very instant the sect was destroyed, immediately distanced himself from the Northern Plains, fled far away from this region, and never returned.

"That is the Soul Transformation grand formation left behind by the Great Sun Sword Child!"

"If you have no contingency, I can only flee the Northern Plains."

Master Dinghai Zhenjun Chun Jian Yang Master Dinghai Zhenjun said coldly.

Behind the blue-clad youth, Fang Master Dinghai Zhenjun stood with his hands bound, cautiously keeping his place.

The entire Great Sun Qingse Jianzong was deathly silent; tens of thousands of cultivators and several dozen Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun knelt prostrate, not daring to make even the slightest sound of breathing, lest they disturb him.

(End of chapter)

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