"Indeed, there's no more peace, but he let us go." One of the elders turned his head and looked at the heavily injured Nine Pinnacles Mountain disciples around him.
"Maybe …" The other elder seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed his words when they were at the tip of his tongue.
On the other hand, the other two elders were silent. They naturally knew what was behind the word 'perhaps', and they also knew what it meant when they said it.
However, it was meaningless to say those words at this moment because they had already been defeated. Moreover, they had been utterly defeated.
"Perhaps, he's not a bloodthirsty killer, or perhaps, he's the true Son of Destiny!" At this moment, a voice came from the direction of the Nine Pinnacles Mountain.
"Who's that?!" The four elders were shocked at the same time. They subconsciously looked towards the direction where the voice came from. They were obviously extremely nervous.
After all, the Nine Pinnacles Mountain was at its most pitiful, and it was not a suitable time to receive 'guests'. Most importantly, the person who said such a thing at this time …
Was definitely not a guest!
"The Nine Pinnacles Mountain is gone, so why does it still exist?" The calm voice rang out again, and at the same time, more than ten black figures walked out of the thick fog.
"Get into formation, face the enemy!" The four elders' expressions changed when they saw the black figures, and without hesitation, they gave their orders.
"Swoosh!"
"Swoosh swoosh!"
Swords were pointed at the black figures, and the heavily injured Nine Pinnacles Mountain disciples crawled up from the ground in pain, trembling as they stood up.
"Can the Nine Pinnacles Mountain still form a formation now?" The black figure at the front stopped, as if he was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.
"Nonsense! Tell me your names, or the Nine Pinnacles Mountain won't mind keeping a few of you here! " The four elders quickly walked in front of the Nine Pinnacles Mountain disciples, and at the same time, they subconsciously wiped the blood from the corner of their mouths.
One could see that the four elders were trembling, especially the elder with a broken arm. His face was purple, but the four elders' gazes were extremely determined.
"Yun Qingwu." The black figure at the forefront slowly raised his hand and lifted the black cloak covering his head, revealing a head of long hair that cascaded down like a waterfall and a face that was covered by a faint white veil.
"Yun Qingwu?"
"It's the demon race!"
"Demon Young Lord Yun Qingwu!"
The four elders trembled once more. After looking at each other, their expressions became somewhat unsightly. This was because the arrival of the Devil Tribe was definitely not a friend.
However, the four elders straightened their backs and looked at Yun Qingwu, then at the ten black figures behind her.
"The Sacred Region has always been a forbidden area for the Devil Race. I think you, as the Young Lord of the Devil Race, should know about this?" An elder asked coldly.
"Yes, I know." Yun Qingwu nodded.
"So, why don't you get lost?" Another elder said angrily.
"According to the rules of the agreement, once any demon enters the Sacred Region, it would be equivalent to declaring war against the Five Sects of the Holy Region. Regardless of his identity, he would be killed without mercy. I am standing here now, can I still leave?" Yun Qingwu did not seem to be angered by the elder's angry roar. Instead, she asked in confusion.
"Yun Qingwu, we showed mercy and allowed you to leave immediately because you are the Young Lord of the Devil Race. Do you really want to die here?" The four elders' faces darkened.
"Why not?" Yun Qingwu asked back.
"How dare you! The small Devil Race only has a few hundred thousand soldiers. Including your father, Emperor Yun, there are only eight Sages and above. The Five Sects of the Holy Region are just … "
"That's right, if the Five Sects of the Holy Region were to work together, how would the Devil Race be able to survive till today? I'm afraid the Devil Race would have perished in the war a few hundred years ago? " Yun Qingwu interrupted the four elders and looked up at the sun. "Unfortunately, the Five Sects of the Holy Region are still the Five Sects of the Holy Region. Even with the existence of Sagely Battle God 'Meng Tian', they still couldn't escape from your schemes!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The four elders were furious.
"That's right, you guys might not have entered the Five Sects of the Holy Region at that time. However, you guys should have some recollection of the battle at the Ten Mile Lake outside the Flame Capital City of Great Xia more than ten years ago, right?" Yun Qingwu seemed to have understood something and shook her head.
"Since you know about the war at the Ten Mile Lake, you should know the consequences of what you are doing now! Do you really want to start a war between the Human Race and Demon Race again? "
"No, I don't want to start a war between the Human Race and Demon Race." Yun Qingwu shook her head and a faint radiance flashed across her eyes. "I want to start a war between the Human Race, Demon Race and Monster Race!"
"What?!"
"The Human Race, Demon Race and Monster Race, are you …"
"That's impossible, the Monster Race will never help you. That would be suicidal!"
When the four elders heard this, they finally felt that something was wrong. However, they did not believe it, or rather, they did not dare to believe it.
"Roar!" A beastly roar was heard at this moment.
At the same time, the five black figures behind Yun Qingwu charged towards the four elders. A strong gust of wind blew away the black cloak on the heads of the five black figures, revealing five pairs of eyes of different colors. However, they were all extremely demonic and cold.
"The Monster Race!"
"It's the Monster Kings, five Monster Kings!"
"Yun Qingwu, how dare you!"
The four elders' eyes widened. They were furious, extremely furious. However, when they saw the five pairs of eyes, they felt as if their hearts had fallen into an ice cellar.
It was a form of despair!
A form of despair and indignation that came from the depths of their hearts!
As one of the Five Sects of the Holy Region, the elders of the Nine Pinnacles Mountain were not afraid of the Monster Kings. Under any other circumstances, five Monster Kings would not be able to pose much of a threat to them.
However, it was different now …
In this situation, the appearance of five Monster Kings was no longer just a simple threat. It was a massacre, a bloody massacre.
"Quick, send a message to the other four sects, the Monster Race is acting …"
"Rip!" The sound of a body being torn apart interrupted the voice. At the same time, a pair of demonic and cold eyes scanned the surroundings, licking the blood from the corner of its mouth.
This was a massacre. Furthermore, it was an absolutely bloody and cruel massacre. Fresh blood splattered in the air, dyeing the ground of the Nine Pinnacles Mountain even redder. It was just like the red rocks by the lake outside the Flame Capital City of the Great Xia Dynasty. It was like the sun, but also like fire.
In the midst of this massacre, Yun Qingwu stood quietly on the spot. She looked up at the sky, at the spot where a black figure had disappeared. Her lips moved slightly.
"Perhaps, you are not bloodthirsty, or perhaps, you are the true Son of Heaven."
"I think … after you know about this, you will definitely hate me. In fact, you might even be so angry that you want to kill me."
"Yes, I used you, but I also gave you rewards."
"The war between you and I will never be able to be avoided …"
"It is not because you are a human, and I am a demon … it is because you do not know the truth of this world, and you do not know why this world exists!"
…
Ten days later.
The evening sky was a little dark. This was the scorching summer season. Normally, there should be a red sunset in the evening.
Unfortunately, a large patch of dark clouds blocked the sunset. A moderate amount of rain fell from the sky, dripping on the green grass and flowers on the ground. At the same time, it washed away the remaining heat in the air.
In this otherworldly paradise, flowers were everywhere, and it was like spring all year round. To the cruel Holy Region, Ling Yun Tower was obviously a little detached from the mortal world. It was not a paradise like the Jasper Palace, but it could be said to be a wonderful place where birds sang and flowers bloomed. It was a wonderful place to rest and recuperate.
The so-called Ling Yun Tower was really a tower.
However, this building was divided into nine floors. The lowest floor was divided into nine rooms, and each room was completely covered with green tiles, forming a circle with nine numbers.
From the bottom to the top, the second and third floors were the same. However, at the fourth floor, the green jade tiles changed to snow white, sparkling like jade.
Until the seventh floor …
The snow white turned golden, and it was as glorious as the sun. Rain fell from the sky, hitting the roof tiles. The rain slowly slid down the golden roof tiles, and countless pearl-like beads hung on the ground.
Unlike the other sects in the Holy Region, Ling Yun Tower did not have many disciples. After thousands of years of history, the total number of disciples was always exactly two hundred.
These two hundred disciples lived in Ling Yun Tower.
Other than that, Ling Yun Tower had an outer sect. However, the outer sect did not refer to disciples as disciples, and they only lived as guests or servants.
Overall, Ling Yun Tower could not compete with the other four sects in terms of strength with 200 disciples and a few unranked guests and servants.
However, the truth was …
Ling Yun Tower was the only exception among the five sects in the Holy Region.
She was an exception. The Heaven Dao Pavilion befriended Fu Xi Valley, the Yin Yang Hall befriended Nine Pinnacles Mountain, and the Ling Yun Tower would always be alone in the Holy Region. Just as she had chosen, she was isolated from the world.
Of course, Ling Yun Tower's territory was very large, much larger than the other four sects' territories. Furthermore, the climate was suitable, and the flowers were fragrant.
Such a place would naturally attract jealousy.
However, in the thousands of years since the five sects were established, none of the other four sects had even the slightest intention to compete for Ling Yun Tower's position.
This was Ling Yun Tower!
She looked down from the top of the golden roof.
Below her, countless gazes were looking up at her. Within those gazes were hope, anticipation, and also burning reverence from the bottom of their hearts.
Of course, there were exceptions. Just like how Ling Yun Tower was different from the other four sects in the Holy Region, this gaze was also different from the others.
She did not have the passion and anticipation.
Her eyes were as clear as water, so pure that no one dared to have any wild thoughts. In this pair of eyes, there used to be arrogance, unruliness, and willfulness.
However, today …
There was only stubbornness and determination in this pair of eyes.
The rain fell from the sky, but the pair of eyes were still open, as if they couldn't see the falling rain. They just let the rain wash over them, staring quietly without closing their eyes. They stared at the tall building in the distance and the setting sun that was blocked by the dark clouds above the tall building.
Half a year!
For a whole half a year, this pair of eyes would look in the same direction every day. Day after day, she watched the sun rise and set.
However, today, dusk had arrived and the sky was getting darker. However, the setting sun that was supposed to appear in the sky was mercilessly blocked.
No matter how much she opened her eyes, she could not see it.
She did not know when she had bitten her pink lips. At the same time, her eyes slowly became misty, as if she had opened them for too long.
However, this wisp of mist quickly dissipated as if it had never appeared.
After the mist dissipated, stubbornness and determination reappeared in this pair of eyes. Just like the time now, it was still dusk. Yes, it was still dusk.
There was rain …
However, there would always be rain in summer.
Perhaps the dark clouds in the sky would dissipate soon. Perhaps, this pair of eyes would be able to see the setting sun on the last day of this half a year, or perhaps, the twinkling stars under the hazy moonlight.
After standing there for a long time, voices rang out in his mind one after another.
"He is already dead. A life for a life. Are you really going to continue waiting in this ice prison for a dead person? Are you going to see no hope forever?"
"I will continue waiting."
"What if the half a year that you promised passes?"
"Continue waiting!"
"If he doesn't come, will you continue waiting?"
"Yes!"
"…"
The eyes that were as clear as water finally closed. That was because a drop of rain had fallen right in the middle of these eyes, forcing them to blink for a moment.
Then, the pair of eyes opened again, still quietly looking at the tall building in the distance, as well as the floating dark clouds in the sky.
Until …
A third object appeared in the line of sight of the pair of eyes. It was a somewhat blurry shadow, walking step by step from the dark distance, holding an umbrella in its hand.
It was an ordinary umbrella!
It was made of oiled paper and was slightly yellowed.
However, under the umbrella was a fluttering blue robe. In the rain, the wind blew gently and the robe swayed slowly as the figure walked.
The figure walked steadily. Even though the robe was fluttering in the wind and his feet stepped on the green grass, he did not forget to step over the fresh flowers growing on the grass.
Step by step, it seemed to be stepping on the soul.
In the end, the umbrella was placed above the pair of eyes, blocking the tall building that the eyes had been staring at and the dark clouds and rain in the sky that blocked the setting sun.
However, this time, the eyes did not care and let the umbrella stay above her head.
The rain fell on the umbrella.
It made a soft sound of falling rain.
The two figures stood very close to each other, standing still under the umbrella. The blue robe and the bright red dress fluttered in the wind.
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