Chapter 1211 -55: The Zitan Sword Box (Part 2)
The cross-domain teleportation array of the Sword Sect was located in Autumn Swallow City, under the jurisdiction of the Yan Family.
On this day.
Lu Qingshan led several hundred Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect, leaving without looking back, heading for Autumn Swallow City.
In the Sword Sect, only his two apprentices, both under the age of five, were left.
Although the great formation of the Sword Sect was still operational, formations are ultimately lifeless.
Without Sword Cultivators to guard it, could the Sword Sect truly rely on the formation alone to fend off those with ill intentions?
Due to the thousand-year prestige of the Sword Sect, for the time being, no one dared to covet the Sword Sect’s blessed land.
Yet, who wouldn’t be tempted by the millennial legacy within the Sword Sect?
While cultivators around the world temporarily dared not harbor malicious intentions towards the Sword Sect’s blessed land, it seemed inevitable that some would seize the opportunity to infiltrate and steal a bit of the legacy.
But these concerns were no longer of importance to the Sword Sect’s Sword Cultivators.
At least, at this moment, they didn’t care.
As for retribution in the future.
It would certainly happen.
….
In the Central Spirit northern plateau, amidst towering green ridges.
Yang Tianqing, the commander of the Tian Qing Guards of Great Xia, was directing the Great Xia cultivators in several battles against the invading Rinsing Spirit Sect’s enemies.
Within the Central Spirit region, Great Xia had the most cross-domain teleportation arrays, with one established in every state city.
Yet almost simultaneously, these cross-domain teleportation arrays were all destroyed in the meticulously planned attacks by the demons of the Rinsing Spirit Sect.
However, the formidable Great Xia obviously wouldn’t lay all its cards on the table.
So, besides the formations in the state cities, Great Xia had secretly established another large cross-domain teleportation array, entrusted to the Tian Qing Guards for wartime purposes.
Yet at this moment, Great Xia’s last cross-domain teleportation array was also under relentless attack by the cultivators of the Rinsing Spirit Sect.
The Tian Qing Guards, being battle-hardened troops, appeared extraordinarily strong in the face of the Rinsing Spirit Sect’s demonic cultivators, using the defensive formation to repel wave after wave of the demon race, valiantly holding the teleportation array.
Until a middle-aged man wearing a robe embroidered with a green dragon motif slowly ascended the verdant ridge.
At this moment, the batch of demonic cultivators dispatched by the Rinsing Spirit Sect seemed about to be obliterated by the Tian Qing Guards.
Yet this middle-aged man, as if unaware of the scenes around him, and as if not on a fierce battlefield, strolled leisurely as though sightseeing.
He walked towards Great Xia’s formation with calm and firm steps.
Countless attacks abruptly fell three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in front of him, unable to penetrate.
Numerous magic artifacts buzzed, repelled along his path.
The middle-aged man did not counterattack, advancing smoothly and steadily to stand before the great formation.
Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed gently.
The defensive formation, which the Rinsing Spirit Sect’s demonic cultivators had attempted over dozens of waves but failed to breach, crumbled instantly, disappearing like smoke.
The middle-aged man continued forward, heading towards the Tian Qing Guards, approaching their leader Yang Tianqing.
Yang Tianqing bit his lip so hard that he broke the skin, crimson blood seeping out.
Yet he seemed unaware.
Finally, he smiled wryly.
There was a hint of bitterness in the smile.
Among the heavenly dignitaries, none surpass the Azure Dragon, sometimes called Tianyi, other times Taiyin.
Within the Rinsing Spirit Sect, only one person wore the incomparably prestigious Azure Dragon attire.
The Rinsing Spirit Sect’s Tianyi Sect Master, also known as the Azure Dragon Sovereign.
A former frontier domain cultivator of Central Spirit.
He could not retreat.
If the people stand, the formation stands.
If the people die, the formation is destroyed.
If so, then let me die in battle here.
…….
The situation in Central Spirit was proceeding in an orderly fashion, just as planned by the two venerables of the Heart Demon race.
They did not know that the only unexpected event occurred at the Sword Sect’s Yi River Platform.
Even if they knew, they wouldn’t consider it a significant issue.
In such a vast scheme, there are bound to be some variables.
But those variables cannot change the overall situation, cannot alter the overwhelming trends.
……
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Is it snowing?
In Autumn Swallow City, the current head of the Yan Family, Yan Guang, stood shoulder to shoulder with his son Yan Dou atop the city wall, looking up at the snow-whitened sky.
Autumn Swallow City wasn’t magnificent.
Because in the Eastern Domain, the majesty of city walls wasn’t important.
The two words “Sword Sect” behind Autumn Swallow City were the highest city walls.
In the Eastern Domain, the Sword Sect was the undisputed overlord, an entity none dared to provoke.
“With heavy snow covering bow and sword, armor adds weight to the weapon,” muttered Yan Guang.
The young Yan Dou, without any mind for sentimentality, eagerly asked, “When will the Sword Sect arrive?”
“Soon, I suppose,” replied Yan Guang.
“With a great war imminent, and being in an inferior position, isn’t it a grave mistake for the Sword Sect to split their forces?” Yan Dou couldn’t help but say.
Young people always tend to “know everything.”
“Yumen Pass can be defended because it relies on both the Long Wind Formation set by Ancestral Daoist Xia and the posture of the three thousand Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect, holding back to form a strong deterrence against the entire demon race. Both factors are indispensable; without either, Yumen Pass may fall.”
“If Yumen Pass falls, even if the Sword Sect kills a hundred for every one in Central Spirit and accumulates countless battle merits, what’s the point?”
Yan Dou talked excitedly, spittle flying, appearing frustrated with a steel-like resolve.
Yan Guang remained silent.
Only after Yan Dou spoke until his mouth was dry did he slowly respond.
“You don’t understand.”
“Did I say something wrong?” the young man asked, unconvinced.
“The Sword Sect is the Upper Sect of our Yan Family, so do not discuss the Upper Sect further, or it will be considered a grave disrespect,” Yan Guang warned, without explaining to Yan Dou.
For some things, it’s only when the time comes that they can be understood naturally, otherwise, it’s useless no matter how much is said.