Chapter 487: Chapter 182: Each Generation Has Its Own Task to Fulfill (6k)_3
A moment of terrifying spiritual power wildly overflowed, accompanied by piercing howls.
Immediately, disciples dressed in the Taiqing Sect’s attire streamed out frantically.
Their figures, highlighted by the glare and spiritual power, appeared so urgent and haggard.
The three people seeing this quickly ran over.
Looking through the gap, the inside was densely packed with Taiqing Sect disciples. Every face was filled with exhaustion and pain, their bodies stained red with blood, making it hard to tell if it was theirs or the demon beasts’.
Yet even so, their eyes were full of excitement, as if they had seen hope in a desperate situation.
Behind them lay countless demon beast corpses, and the entire Canglan Mountain range with its rocks and trees had turned blood red.
The stench of blood continuously poured out through the gap.
"It’s Brother Zhou, the Sect Leader didn’t lie to us!"
"He indeed foresaw that the Cangyan Daoist Palace would set a trap to harm us, so he came early to assist us."
"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou—"
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At the moment they saw Zhou Qing, countless disciples cheered in joy, their emotions instantly hitting a peak.
Ignoring their injuries, they waved their arms vigorously, their faces brimming with the exhilaration of having survived a calamity.
Even those disciples further back who couldn’t see the front were excitedly shouting "Zhou Qing, Zhou Qing".
Their combined voices were thunderous, echoing throughout Canglan Mountain.
Standing outside the gap, Zhou Qing’s face was full of guilt as he listened to the deafening cheers.
He could hardly imagine what the Master had told them in that mortal peril, to make them place their hopes on him.
This sudden trust made him both moved and self-reproaching.
"Quick, quick, quick!" Yan Xiaohu, the first to react, signaled to Zhou Qing and immediately organized the withdrawing disciples to rest on the side.
Zhou Qing quickly took action as well.
But soon, Zhou Qing found that the torn open gap started to self-repair visibly, and very fast.
His face changed, and the many disciples rushing out inside were also stunned, panic spreading quickly among them.
Zhou Qing couldn’t care about anything else at that moment. A brilliant spiritual light burst from his hands, channeling fiercely towards the closing gap, desperately striking the self-repairing force.
It only slightly slowed down the closing speed.
At this rate, the gap would completely close in just a few breaths.
Whoosh!
Beside him, a wave of frigid air suddenly came, landing on the gap. Zhou Qing turned to see Lu Yaoyao’s stubborn expression.
As she quickly formed seals with her hands, ice-blue spiritual silk threads shot from her fingertips, wrapping around the gap’s edges in an attempt to freeze the repairing force.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaohu shouted loudly, "Anyone who can still move, send all your spiritual power over here, we must ensure all brothers and sisters get out safely."
"Yes!"
Countless recently escaped disciples, despite their utter exhaustion and near depletion of spiritual power, responded immediately, grinding their teeth and enduring the pain in their bodies, hesitating not to gather their remaining spiritual power and send it towards the gap.
In an instant, a grand torrent of spiritual power crafted by countless disciples formed at the gap.
Different spiritual powers intertwined, like a giant invisible hand, firmly holding open the gap.
With this support, the gap’s closure was significantly slowed.
Zhou Qing saw this and felt a surge of hope, shouting, "Everyone hold on, our comrades inside are still waiting for us!"
On hearing his words, the disciples exploded with all their power again. Even those who had just come out with only one arm or one leg left were moved by the scene.
With a loud roar, even if they had just a sliver of strength left, they sent it over, then collapsed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, losing consciousness.
On the other side of the gap, seeing this scene, the Taiqing Sect disciples inside were already in tears.
They supported each other, accelerating their rush out, and as soon as they were out, immediately joined in.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Many Peak Masters, Elders, and Stewards like Cao Zhengyang, after using the jade slip Zhou Qing left to open the gap, did not escape first. They held up a light screen with their spiritual power, resisting the attacks from the Four-Color Killing Array.
Everyone’s faces were pale, their bodies on the verge of collapse.
All they could do now was buy more time for the surviving disciples.
After all, they had led them in, so they should bring them back properly.
At this time, they also saw Zhou Qing at the gap, his face flushed, showing a satisfied expression.
"Are you really planning to groom my fourth child to become the next Sect Leader?" Mo Xingjian, covered in blood, couldn’t hide his majestic spirit, laughing heartily.
Cao Zhengyang, panting heavily, each breath causing his chest to heave violently, had a shocking large blood hole in his abdomen, blood still oozing out intermittently.
In response to Mo Xingjian’s words, he said without hesitation, "Of course. Such an excellent child, I’ve seen his growth myself over these years."
He paused slightly, seeming lost in memories, a smile unconsciously forming at the corners of his mouth, "From the initial naivety and inexperience when he entered the sect, to now showcasing his talents in crises, each of his steps of transformation is astonishing. I forgot when I had this idea."