True Morning Dao World.
It was a war that shook the entire True World, causing even the Emperor of Abyss' True World and True Sacred Yin World to pay attention to it. It had just started, but it was already incredibly devastating.
Almost all the races in True Morning Dao World had worked together to fight against Morning Dao Sect!
It could be said that Morning Dao Sect was surrounded by enemies. In the beginning, they were caught off guard by the Immortals' rebellion, which had been formed by them through some unknown method.
However, Morning Dao Sect was powerful and could control an entire True World on its own, so it was definitely not to be underestimated. Once they fended off the first wave of attack from the Immortals' Union, they launched a fierce counterattack.
Roars surged into the sky from all the battlefields in the True World. The booming sounds were the loudest in True Morning Dao World during that period of time. The destruction of cultivation planets and a large number of deaths caused the stench of blood to fill every single corner of True Morning Dao World.
There was a sect called Hundred Flowers Sect in the Immortals' territory. All the people in that sect were handsome, and they were a small sect in the Immortals' world.
Seven hundred years ago, a man came to the sect. He was as gentle and elegant as a flower. He liked to let the sun shine on his face, and he liked to play with flowers and plants. He liked to … flirt with the female disciples of the sect, and he seemed to be flirting with them.
Seven hundred years ago, he was a disciple who had just joined the sect. Seven hundred years later, he became a core disciple, but he still retained his personality. He made people like him, but also made them feel helpless and jealous of him.
Of course, most of that jealousy came from men.
His name was Hua Yan Yue.
He was a man whose name was Hua.
"Yue 'er …" Inside the Hundred Flower Sect's mountain gate, in a garden, a woman's helpless voice floated out.
"Please call me second senior brother …" A man dressed in a long white robe with a head full of long hair stood under the sun and looked at the woman with a mature and charming air in front of him with a smile.
"I am your Master …" The woman sighed.
"But seven hundred years ago, you were my junior sister." The man shook his head and walked to the woman's side. He gently combed her long hair that was blown by the wind.
The woman lowered her head. She did not resist the man's actions when she said softly, "It's just as you said, the Immortals' Union has waged war against Morning Dao Sect … I've also formed a large number of small sects based on your request … Seven hundred years might not be a lot, but it's enough for thirty-nine sects to become affiliated to Hundred Flowers Sect."
"Then … is my name on the boat heading to the Land of the Source of God confirmed?" The man whispered into the woman's ear.
"I'm not sure yet …" The woman subconsciously took a step back.
"Very well. But the people from Morning Dao Sect guarding the Barren Lands of Divine Essence should have been summoned back, right?" The man smiled faintly.
The woman lifted her head and asked in puzzlement, "Why must you go to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence? That place is a prison …"
The man shook his head and looked at the sky without saying anything.
There was something in his heart that he couldn't say to the woman in front of him.
"Because my little junior brother is there …."
…..
In True Morning Dao World was a territory that did not belong to the Immortals. There was a race called Heavenly Wu. There was a gigantic sect in the galaxy belonging to that race. From the outside, that sect looked to be formed by countless huge swords. They floated in the galaxy and surrounded a cultivation planet.
There was an incredibly distinct building on that planet. It was a sword. The part of the sword that was revealed to the world was one hundred thousand something feet long. It pierced through the planet, and the tip of the sword was also one hundred thousand something feet long. From the distance, the planet and the sword were the center of attention.
There were three hundred cultivators dressed in black robes sitting around the sword on the cultivation planet. Their heads were covered by robes and they did not move, but there was a heinous murderous aura brewing around their bodies. It was as if the moment they stood up, they could make the weather change and the wind and clouds surge.
All of them were in the middle stage of World Plane Realm. In fact, it was clear that there were seals in their bodies. If they were broken … no one knew what sort of dazzling light would erupt from their bodies.
Dong … Dong … Dong …
The sounds of war drums echoed swiftly in the area. As they did so, the three hundred cultivators in the area slowly lifted their heads.
Their gazes were focused on the tip of the sword they surrounded. It might have been indistinct, but there was a picture in their minds.
In that picture was a person sitting cross-legged on the tip of the sword that looked as if it existed in the galaxy. There was a huge drum in front of that person, and the sound of the drum had come from him striking it with his right hand.
That person … did not have a head!
His upper body was bare. His nipples were his eyes, and his navel was his mouth. In his left hand was a battle axe that was several dozens of feet long, and in his right hand was a fist that he was striking the drum.
He was known as Xing Gan by the people in the sect!
He had joined the sect seven hundred years ago. During those seven hundred years, the speed at which his level of cultivation rose shocked everyone, but what was even more unbelievable was the fighting spirit on his body.
The strength of that fighting spirit caused the murderous aura on his body to be so thick that just one glance at him would be enough to make a person feel as if they had been plunged into hell. This was a body that was publicly acknowledged by all the cultivators in the sect — the Innate Malevolent Body.
The sound of the drum was like thunder. As booming sounds surged into the sky, the headless Xing Gan stood up. At the instant his tall body stood up, the world lost its color, and booming sounds rang out endlessly in the air.
Lightning howled in the sky. At the same time the bolts of lightning illuminated the ground, they intersected with each other to form a gigantic face in the sky.
"Tian Wu!" A muffled roar echoed out from within the headless man's body. It echoed out in all directions, drowning out the sound of thunder.
"You promised me that as long as I, Xing Gan, join Tian Wu Race, you will execute your divine ability and send me to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence!" As the man's roar reverberated in the air, the three hundred people under the sword stood up simultaneously. An indescribable murderous aura erupted from their bodies. The strength of that murderous aura caused the three hundred people's presences to connect together, causing a powerful wave of impact to appear around the sword. As that wave of impact swept out in all directions, it filled the entire cultivation planet.
If anyone looked over, they would find that the cultivation planet was surrounded by fog. That fog was formed by the murderous aura. It was an illusion formed by the kismet of the world that had been chased away from this place at that moment. There were also countless vengeful souls within that fog. There were men and women among them, ferocious beasts and cultivators, and they were all howling shrilly.
"During the past seven hundred years, I've killed a billion lives for your Heavenly Clan …." As the man on the tip of the sword spoke, the vengeful souls that surrounded the entire cultivation planet began to wail even louder. They … were the billion human souls that had been killed by the man on the tip of the sword.
"You … When are you going to send me to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence?!" A loud roar came from the man's body.
At the instant he roared, the three hundred figures on the ground lifted their heads and let out shocking roars at the same time.
"When are you going to send me to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence?!" These were the enraged roars of the three hundred people. As they roared, the robes covering their heads were blown away by wind to reveal … their hairless heads, along with the marks that were filled with the presence of Shamans. These three hundred people … were the souls of Nine Li!
"Once the battle against Morning Dao Sect ends, I will personally send you to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence and help you search for your junior brother. If I go back on my word, then let Tian Wu Race bear the brunt of the destruction of our race!" The face formed by lightning in the sky was silent for a moment before it looked at the large man with a trace of admiration and respect in its eyes as it spoke in a deep voice.
"Alright …" the headless man at the tip of the sword said in a muffled voice.
"Warriors of Nine Li, we … fight!"
"Fight!" The three hundred people on the ground responded to him. Booming sounds surged into the sky, causing the lightning in the sky to tremble.
…..
"Kill them!"
"Damn you, you son of a b * tch! How dare you ambush me?! I'll bite you to death!" Enraged roars reverberated in the battlefield between Morning Dao Sect and the Immortals' Union. All the cultivators from Morning Dao Sect in an area stared at a man they had surrounded in shock.
The man was the height of three people. His body was incredibly thick and built, and he had endless strength. His tiger skin made him look like a ferocious beast in the shape of a tiger from the distance, but it also made him look like a tiger spirit.
At that moment, he was biting down on a young cultivator he had seized with his right hand. As that person screamed shrilly in pain, he tore off a layer of flesh and blood. The man, whose mouth was filled with blood, threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"I don't even need to enter your Dreams. I can kill all of you one by one, and you still dared to ambush me?! If you really force me into a corner, I'll bring all of you into my Dreams!" With the cultivator in his hand, the man roared and rushed towards the people from Morning Dao Sect.
If he was just a reckless person, it would have been fine, but as he moved forward, Runes continuously appeared under his feet. They overlapped with each other, causing divine abilities to continuously appear around him. There was also a screen of light protecting him, making it difficult for others to fight against him.
"Damn it, it's that person again! Just where did he come from? He looks like an idiot, but I've never seen an idiot with such skill in Runes before!"
"This person's Runes … can already manifest physical form! How are we supposed to surround and kill him?!"
After a moment, the cultivators from Morning Dao Sect in the small region swiftly retreated and left while feeling aggrieved. Their departure caused the people from the Immortals' Union in the area to laugh loudly.
"Fellow Daoist Tiger, how many did you kill this time?"
"That's right. Fellow Daoist Tiger, every time you rush out, you lure a group of people to you. I'll count this time. There should be twelve people, right?" There were dozens of people from the Immortals' Union in the area, and they were all looking at the man with smiles on their faces.
The man in tiger skin had a smug expression on his face. He brought out a pot of wine from his bosom, and once he took a big swig from it, he roared loudly.
"I killed fourteen!" He lifted the pot of wine and drank from it again. When he put it down, he was just about to speak smugly when his body suddenly shuddered, and he looked swiftly at a figure in the distance.
It was a person dressed in a long black robe. He had long hair and held a long spear in his hand. He was a cultivator. He was not tall, but he stood tall. The man took a swift step forward and grabbed the cultivator's shoulder. When the cultivator turned his head around, a terrified expression appeared on his face.
"Lord … Lord Tiger, what is it?"
"Get lost! Don't you dare wear black clothes in front of me in the future! Don't have such long hair, and don't use a spear!" As the man roared, he pushed the cultivator away and began drinking again. However, no one saw that when he lifted his head, not only was wine flowing into his mouth, but there were also tears.
"Youngest junior brother … have you been well in the Barren Lands of Divine Essence? I miss you …" "If you like this work, I welcome you to give me a recommendation vote or a monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation."
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