Chapter 709: Civil War Erupts, Fighting Among One's Own Kind

Everything seemed to prove that his persistence was wrong and his efforts were in vain.

"Perhaps... I really should give up." Lin Xuan's voice became weak.

But at this critical moment, his master's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Xuan'er, remember your master's words."

Hunyuanzi's kind face appeared in the darkness, illuminating the surroundings like a bright lamp.

"The path of becoming an Immortal is inherently full of hardships, but true strong people are not those who never fall."

"They are those who can stand up after falling and continue to move forward."

"You have love, hope, and a yearning for beautiful things in your heart."

"As long as these things remain, no darkness can defeat you."

Master's words nourished Lin Xuan's parched heart like sweet dew.

He remembered the scene when he first met his master and the years his master spent teaching him cultivation.

Although his master was no longer there, those warm memories were still deeply imprinted in his heart.

Then, the figure of Bai Suxin also appeared in the darkness.

"Lin Xuan, I never regret meeting you."

Her smile was still as gentle as it was when they first met.

"Even if I have to burn my life, I will support you, because I believe you can save this world."

"Not because of how powerful you are, but because you have a kind heart."

The figures of Nezha and Zhang Wuji also appeared accordingly.

"Lin Xuan, we are brothers, we will always support your choice."

"No matter how difficult it is, we will fight side by side."

Even Jian Wentian appeared in the light, his face full of guilt and apology.

"Lin Xuan, I was wrong. I let jealousy blind my eyes and made the wrong decision."

"But I still believe in you, and I believe you will make the right choice."

Familiar figures flashed in the darkness one by one, each representing a beautiful memory in Lin Xuan's heart.

These memories lit up the dark space like starlight, allowing Lin Xuan to regain his inner strength.

"I understand." Lin Xuan slowly stood up.

A firm light burned in his eyes again, and the power of the Creation Bloodline began to awaken.

"You are right, this world is indeed full of darkness and pain."

"But precisely because of this, the light appears precious."

"I am not fighting for those who betrayed me, but for those who believe in me."

"For master's teachings, for Suxin's sacrifice, and for countless innocent lives."

"I will never let the darkness win!"

Following Lin Xuan's words, a platinum light erupted from his body.

The light waves formed by the power of creation spread to the surroundings, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The five Demon God clones began to melt under the illumination of the light, letting out unwilling roars.

"Impossible! No one can resist the temptation of the inner demon!"

"You are just deceiving yourself! Darkness is the eternal truth!"

But Lin Xuan no longer paid attention to their clamor.

He closed his eyes and gathered all his mental power into one point.

"The true power of the Creation Bloodline is not destruction, but creation."

"Not conquest, but protection."

"No matter how strong the inner demon is, it cannot defeat true faith!"

Lin Xuan's consciousness returned to the real world, but his momentum was completely different.

Having experienced the test of the inner demon, his state of mind had been sublimated.

"All Alliance cultivators, listen to my order!" Jian Wentian stood on the deck of the flagship, his voice spreading across the entire battlefield.

"Immediately stop the attack on the demon race and turn to clear out the internal traitors!"

"Wucaizi and the others are Xintu of the Demon God; they are our true enemies!"

This order exploded in the Alliance army like a thunderclap.

The cultivators who were in the midst of a fierce battle looked at each other, and many stopped their attacks.

But the reaction of the radical faction was completely different.

"Jian Wentian has gone mad!" an Elder roared.

"The demon race is right in front of us, yet he wants us to put down our weapons?"

"This is desertion in the face of battle! It is a betrayal of the Alliance!"

More radical cultivators began to question Jian Wentian's decision.

They were blinded by anger and could not listen to any explanation at all.

"Jian Wentian must have been bought off by the demon race!"

"Or he himself is a traitor!"

"We cannot listen to his orders!"

The Alliance army on the battlefield began to split.

A portion of the cultivators chose to believe in Jian Wentian and began to look at their companions beside them with caution.

Another portion of the cultivators insisted on continuing the fight, believing that stopping the attack was the behavior of cowards.

Wucaizi saw this situation, and a triumphant gleam flashed in his eyes.

"It seems I don't need to waste my breath; you have started infighting all on your own," he sneered.

"Jian Wentian, do you think that seeing through my identity can turn the situation around? Too naive."

As he spoke, Wucaizi took out a black Sound Transmission Talisman.

After the Talisman Paper burned, it turned into invisible ripples that spread out in all directions.

This was an emergency contact signal between Xintu of the Demon God, capable of awakening all the sleeper agents hidden within the alliance.

Very quickly, a strange change appeared on the battlefield.

Many alliance cultivators who had originally seemed normal suddenly had blood-red light flash in their eyes.

Their expressions became ferocious and twisted, emitting a cold, evil aura.

"The time has come," one of the cultivators said grimly.

"According to the plan, first eliminate the clear-headed leaders like Jian Wentian and Yunyou Zhenren."

"Then control the entire alliance and sacrifice everyone to the great Demon God!"

The awakened Xintu of the Demon God began to approach the main ship where Jian Wentian was located.

On the surface, they were still pretending, but in the shadows, they had already begun to set up an encirclement.

Relying on his keen perception, Yunyou Zhenren sensed the danger at the very first moment.

"Alliance Leader Jian, watch out!" he warned loudly.

"The auras of many people around us are wrong!"

As soon as his voice fell, the siege began.

Dozens of Xintu of the Demon God launched an attack simultaneously, and various rays of spell light erupted on the deck of the main ship.

Although Jian Wentian was prepared, the number of enemies exceeded his imagination.

These fellow disciples, who usually spent their days and nights together, had now become the most dangerous enemies.

"You traitors!" Jian Wentian brandished his sword to meet the attack, his heart filled with anger and pain.

"Have you forgotten the vows you made when you first entered the sect?"

But those controlled cultivators could no longer listen to any words.

Their eyes held only crazed killing intent, and they did not hold back at all in their attacks.

Former bonds of friendship became incredibly fragile in the face of evil power.

"Senior Brother, I'm sorry," a young cultivator sneered as he attacked his own senior brother.

"For the resurrection of Lord Demon God, you must all die."

The senior brother looked in shock at this junior brother whom he had taught with his own hands, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Xiao Wu, how could you... didn't we agree to venture through the cultivation world together?"

"That was all fake," the young cultivator's smile became ferocious.

"From the moment I entered the sect, it was destined that I would serve the Demon God."

As he spoke, he thrust his sharp sword into his senior brother's chest without the slightest hesitation.