In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen from the East Sea. The sky was dim and gloomy like a rainy day, making the mountain seem lonely.
There were three plateaus on the mountain, four Divine Halls, thousands of divine priests, and tens of thousands of deacons and cavalrymen. This was the temple where Haotian Taoism had ruled the world for countless years. It was also the holy land in the hearts of all believers of Haotian.
At this time, there were tens of thousands of people on the cliff plateau, including Divine Priests in red and black robes, deacons in black robes, and cavalrymen in black and gold armors. They were everywhere, but there was no sound.
Even the sound of breathing could not be heard. The crowd was like a silent ocean. There might be anger in the depths of the ocean, but nothing could be seen on the surface. All the bubbles were blown into nothingness by the morning wind.
There were old and devout divine priests in red, and there were resolute and indifferent cavalry commanders. No matter who they were, or how many years they had lived in this Divine Hall, they were all silent. Their expressions were complicated. They were angry, sad, confused, and almost desperate. That was why there was a deathly silence.
Haotian Taoism was the most powerful religion since the awakening of human beings. The Divine Hall was the most solemn and sacred place of human beings. The people here had ruled the world for countless years under the will of Haotian. They had enjoyed endless glory and all kinds of beautiful things, and had an unimaginable status. Was it all going to be destroyed?
The people on the plateau looked down the mountain. In the fields and hills at the foot of the mountain, there was also a silent black ocean in the dim morning light. But that ocean was different from the black ocean in the mountain. There was no sense of sadness or helplessness, but only a vague accumulated power, a terrifying power.
That black ocean was the black armored cavalry of the Tang Empire. They were invincible in the world. Tens of thousands of black armored cavalrymen surrounded Peach Mountain. No one could escape except for the real Grand Cultivators.
Someone looked at the end of the mountain path where there was a sacred sedan. Behind the veil was a woman in a red robe and a divine crown. She was the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, Ye Hongyu. In the past, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was the most reliable psychological support for the tens of thousands of divine priests and deacons in the Divine Halls of West-Hill. They believed that as long as she was there, no one would dare to disrespect the Divine Halls of West-Hill. But now, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was standing on the opposite side of the Divine Halls.
Some people looked at the people carrying loads and spatulas on the north side of the mountain path. Some looked at the old ox, and some looked at the goose. They knew that they were the legendary disciples of the Academy. But most of them just stared at one person. That person was not the Great Divine Priest of West-Hill, but he was wearing a divine robe and a divine crown. His chubby body seemed to have the most solemn aura in the world. People knew that he was Chen Pipi, the most talented figure of the new generation of Taoism and the son of the Abbey Dean. But now he was the Hierarch of the New Stream.
Ye Hongyu and Chen Pipi, in a sense, were the biggest traitors in the history of Taoism. And Cheng Lixue, who brought the old members of the Divine Halls of Revelation back to Peach Mountain, knew Taoism and the Divine Halls of West-Hill too well. If it were not for them, how could the Array of Clear Light in front of Peach Mountain suddenly lose its effect in the darkness before dawn?
People looked at them with mixed feelings.
But most of the people on the cliff plateau did not look at them. Instead, they were looking at the petite figure standing at the end of the mountain path in front of the Divine Halls of Haotian. She looked like a fairy in the morning breeze.
She used to be called Lin Wu, but now she was called Yu Lian. She also had another name: Twenty-Three-year Cicada. She was the current Suzerain of Devil's Doctrine, but now she was standing at the top of Peach Mountain, which was the biggest insult to the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
Taoism and Devil's Doctrine were irreconcilable. For thousands of years, she was the first Suzerain of Devil's Doctrine to stand in front of the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
Looking at the girl-like figure, people in the Divine Halls of West-Hill had mixed feelings. But Yu Lian did not show any emotion. She did not even look at the Divine Halls, but somewhere in the north.
Wasn't this kind of disregard a kind of humiliation?
It was just that … the Tang Empire's cavalry had wiped out the West-Hill Divine Kingdom, but Taoism had kept most of its strength and retreated to the top of Peach Mountain in advance. At this time, there were still thousands of divine priests and deacons on the cliff plateau. When the morning sun rose, the sunlight fell on the peak and lit up people's clothes, forming a sea of red and black. Coupled with the tens of thousands of cavalrymen, how could the Academy, Ye Hongyu, Cheng Lixue, and the others easily break through?
Moreover, in the Divine Halls of Haotian, there was Zhao Nanhai who was at the peak of Knowing Destiny, the middle-aged priest whom they could not see clearly, and the glorious Hierarch Xiong Chumo!
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The morning sun was covered by the clouds over the sea, and only a little light leaked through. As the cold wind blew on Peach Mountain, it became even dimmer. The solemn white Divine Hall suddenly became cold.
A huge sacred sedan slowly moved out of the Divine Hall. The middle-aged priest and Zhao Nanhai silently walked to the front of the sedan. However, even though the curtain of the sedan was shining brightly, it still could not brighten up the dark peak.
Yu Lian turned around and looked at the sedan emotionlessly.
On the cliff plateau, countless pairs of eyes were also looking at the sedan. Whether it was the Hierarch in the sedan, Zhao Nanhai or the middle-aged priest, they were all powerful enough to fight against the Academy.
The middle-aged priest slowly walked toward Yu Lian. Countless pairs of eyes followed him. The divine priests and deacons became nervous, but they could feel their blood boiling. They knew that the battle was about to begin.
Yu Lian folded her hands behind her back and looked at him, still emotionless.
The middle-aged priest walked through the sea of divine priests and deacons and stopped ten feet away from Yu Lian. He tidied up his robe and said something.
"We are willing to surrender."
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The Peach Mountain was in a dead silence.
Those from the Divine Halls of West-Hill were shocked speechless. Those who followed Ye Hongyu and Cheng Lixue were also shocked speechless. Until a moment later, a tearful curse was suddenly heard on the cliff plateau!
"Xiong Chumo, f * ck you!"
People on the cliff plateau knew clearly that the middle-aged priest was not acting on his own. His decision must have been approved by the Hierarch Lord, Zhao Nanhai, and other bigwigs from the Divine Halls!
The war between Taoism and the Academy had lasted for thousands of years. Countless people had died during the war. How many tragic scenes had there been? Although Taoism was on the losing side in today's final battle, they still had years of accumulation. Obviously, they still had the power to fight again. But the leaders of Taoism … were surrendering?!
The crowd became enraged, and curses could be heard without end. In their grief and indignation, they no longer cared about the middle-aged Daoist or even the Hierarch's status. Some of the pious old Heavenly Officials began to weep. Countless shoes and stones flew out from the crowd and landed on the middle-aged Daoist like raindrops.
The middle-aged priest seemed to feel nothing. He just looked at Yu Lian quietly. He had made the most difficult decision on behalf of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. He believed that the Academy would respond appropriately.
Yu Lian did not expect to hear such a sentence.
She didn't even think before saying, "You're not allowed to surrender."
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(There was more today.)
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