On the Sacred Mountain, Saint Xihua looked at the holy land that had been passed down for many years and sighed in his heart.
"I wanted Xihua Sacred Mountain to stand at the top of the Eastern State before I left to cultivate, but now it seems that this wish will be for naught," Saint Xihua murmured, as if he was talking to himself.
"Senior Brother has worked hard for the foundation of Xihua Sacred Mountain for many years, single-handedly making Xihua Sacred Mountain the number one holy land in the Eastern State. Liu Zong's talent is outstanding, and I wanted to train him to unify the Eastern State. But man proposes, God disposes. The Barren State produced Ye Futian, which led to today's situation. It is not your fault," said a tall and burly figure beside Saint Xihua.
This person was the second saint of Xihua Sacred Mountain, Saint Xihua's junior brother, Mad Saint.
The reason why he had this title was related to his fighting style. He was a battle maniac of Xihua Sacred Mountain, and the two of them had built a prosperous foundation for Xihua Sacred Mountain together.
However, no one would have thought that the world would change so quickly. The Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State would rise at an unstoppable speed against the tide, growing in turmoil and suffering multiple disasters. Now, it finally stood firmly in the land of the Nine States.
During the time when Ye Futian returned to Qingzhou City, none of the saints dared to attack the Holy Zhi Palace.
The returning Sword Saint of the Void and Saint Jiang were both great threats.
With Saint Ji under house arrest, they did not have enough confidence.
Saint Xihua looked up at the sky and sighed in his heart. They had grown up in Xihua Sacred Mountain and had deep feelings for this sacred mountain. They wanted Xihua Sacred Mountain to stand at the top of the Nine States and pass down its foundation from generation to generation.
After all, in the world of cultivation, they knew that once you were weak, you would be easily replaced and destroyed. If you did not move forward, you would disappear in the rolling torrent of history.
Now, the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty was a good example.
And now it seemed that it was Xihua Sacred Mountain's turn.
No one could stop the pace of the times.
He suddenly thought of the Nine State Forum all those years ago. At that time, who among the holy lands of the Nine States would even look at Ye Futian, who came from the holy land of the Barren State?
After the Nine State Forum, Yu Sheng took first place, which attracted their attention. But how could someone in the Noble Plane affect the overall situation of the Nine States? Later on in the Nether Sword Mound, what he and Liu Zong wanted to do caused a direct conflict with Ye Futian, which was destined to be irreconcilable. As such, they wanted the Holy Zhi Palace to disappear.
But at that time, they thought that the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty would be enough. They did not expect that they would not be able to win the first Sacred War, which led to everything that happened later.
"I'm a little reluctant," Saint Xihua said in a low voice.
"Teacher, where there is life, there is life," the Rain Saint beside him also said, and Saint Xihua nodded gently.
Now that they were at an absolute disadvantage, the Moon Saint might join in as well. Under such circumstances, even saints from the Hall of Holy Light might not have been of much use. Furthermore, Saint Ji was under house arrest, and the Hall of Holy Light had its own natural barriers. It was highly likely that he would not have come out.
If they insisted on staying and fighting, they would have faced the same situation as the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty. The Great Zhou Sacred King and Zhou Yanwang were examples.
That was why he angrily called the Great Zhou Sacred King an idiot who did not know to abandon the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty and leave in advance.
But it was also a good thing, as it reminded them and gave them time to make a decision.
Since the decision had been made, Saint Xihua did not hesitate anymore.
He slowly rose into the air, and a faint pressure shrouded all of Xihua Sacred Mountain.
In front of the palaces of the Sacred Mountain, the army stood solemnly, taking the advantage of the terrain, activating the matrix, ready to fight at any time.
Feeling the pressure, they all looked up into the void and saw the figure of Saint Xihua.
Saint Xihua's eyes swept over the Sacred Mountain. Liu Zong had died in battle, and two of the Sage Ranking had also died. Xihua Sacred Mountain had suffered great losses in the previous battle. Many of the hope figures of the next generation had fallen. Although Xihua Sacred Mountain now had many powerful Sage Plane figures, in reality, they could no longer support Xihua Sacred Mountain.
"Xihua Sacred Mountain has stood in the Eastern State for many years, cultivating generations of cultivators. Many of you have cultivated in Xihua Sacred Mountain for many years and achieved what you have today. Now, Xihua Sacred Mountain is at a critical moment of life and death, but saints cannot attack you. I, Mad Saint, and the River Rain Saint will leave. In this way, the enemy saints will not be able to touch you on Xihua Sacred Mountain, not even the aftermath of their attacks. Next, it will be up to you to protect Xihua Sacred Mountain."
Saint Xihua spoke loudly, seeming a little tragic, but everyone was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in it.
Saint Xihua and the other two saints were ready to abandon Xihua Sacred Mountain and leave.
Suddenly, many people's faces turned pale, and their expressions did not look good. Even the lord of Xihua Sacred Mountain had given up?
"Back then, the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State faced the same situation as you, so the Holy Zhi Palace of today was created. I hope that the disciples of Xihua Sacred Mountain can do the same," Saint Xihua continued. Back then, the saints of the Holy Zhi Palace did not dare to return to the Holy Zhi Palace, avoiding the sharpness of Xihua Sacred Mountain and the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.
But even if Saint Xihua said so, the morale of the cultivators of Xihua Sacred Mountain was still shaken.
"Ye Futian, the Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace of the Barren State, has guarded the Holy Zhi Palace from beginning to end, living and dying with the Holy Zhi Palace. As long as he lives, the Holy Zhi Palace lives. If the Holy Zhi Palace dies, he dies. What do you have to compare, Saint Xihua?" Douzhan could not help but say sarcastically when he heard that Saint Xihua was preparing to leave.
At a time like this, Saint Xihua still wanted to shake the disciples of Xihua Sacred Mountain and fight them to the death. He did not hesitate to exchange the lives of the people of Xihua Sacred Mountain for the lives of some of the people of the Holy Zhi Palace. It was extremely despicable.
Obviously, Saint Xihua himself also understood that the situation was irreversible. Xihua Sacred Mountain could not be defended, so he decided to sacrifice the disciples of Xihua Sacred Mountain in exchange for a great battle.
To him, the cultivators of Xihua Sacred Mountain were like chess pieces.
Douzhan's voice rang throughout Xihua Sacred Mountain. Everyone's hearts trembled, and there was no longer any will to fight. It was indeed as Douzhan said, although the Holy Zhi Palace had retreated with both hands, it was because the one who really decided the fate of the Holy Zhi Palace was not them, but Ye Futian.
Ye Futian, the Palace Lord of the Holy Zhi Palace, had always been fighting side by side with the Holy Zhi Palace.
In contrast, Saint Xihua's words seemed particularly hypocritical.
"Xihua Sacred Mountain has the blessing of the matrix, enough to give the disciples of Xihua Sacred Mountain the power to fight. If you listen to the people of the Holy Zhi Palace, think about how you will end up." Saint Xihua snorted coldly and continued, "This battle is in your own hands. Your fate is in your hands."
As he said this, Saint Xihua's figure rose into the air. Beside him, Mad Saint and Rain Saint followed him, standing on his left and right. They glanced at Saint Jiang and Douzhan and were ready to leave.
"When you announced that you would join the Sacred War, you had such an attitude. Now you are a stray dog, abandoning Xihua Sacred Mountain. You are indeed Saint Xihua." Yu Sheng looked up at Saint Xihua, who was above the sky, and his voice was extremely cold.
Saint Xihua was humiliated by a junior, and his expression was cold as he glanced at Yu Sheng.
"After you and Ye Futian become saints, remember not to walk around," Saint Xihua said coldly, and then the three of them flashed away.
Saint Jiang and Douzhan did not chase after them. There were three saints on the other side. Saint Xihua and Mad Saint were at the same level as Saint Jiang. Although they were ranked lower than Saint Jiang on the Saint Ranking, it was obviously impossible for Saint Jiang and Douzhan to stop them from leaving.
"If you know that they will become saints sooner or later, where can they go?" Saint Jiang said lightly. They could not leave Emperor Xia's Realm.
Emperor Xia would not allow betrayal. In that case, sooner or later, Ye Futian would grow to the point where he could kill him.
Saint Xihua snorted coldly, and the three saints left. Outside the Sacred Mountain, countless cultivators in Huatian City saw this scene with their own eyes and felt that it was a little ironic.
The master of Xihua Sacred Mountain, Saint Xihua, had abandoned the Sacred Mountain and fled.
Looking at the Sacred Mountain that still stood tall in the sky, everyone in Huatian City understood.
The era that belonged to Xihua Sacred Mountain was over.
With the three saints gone, Xihua Sacred Mountain was leaderless. There was not even a person with absolute power to rally. At this moment, cultivators whispered, and the people's hearts were scattered.
Even for cultivators, how many were not afraid of death?
Now the Holy Zhi Palace had surrounded the mountain, and even the master of the Sacred Mountain had fled. It was obvious that the fate of Xihua Sacred Mountain was sealed, and there was no longer any will to fight.
The beliefs that they had held onto had collapsed.
All of Xihua Sacred Mountain was in a sad atmosphere.
At this time, a person stepped out and said to Saint Jiang and Douzhan, "Seniors, the Sacred War was initiated by Saint Xihua, and we were only carrying out the order. Now that the saint has abandoned Xihua Sacred Mountain, Xihua Sacred Mountain exists only in name, and I am willing to surrender."
As his voice fell, one figure after another rose into the air and looked outside the Sacred Mountain, saying, "We are also willing to surrender."
"Surrender is not accepted." The cold and hard voice interrupted the people of Xihua Sacred Mountain. One by one, they looked at the figure of Yu Sheng outside the Sacred Mountain. His demon-like body stood there, and his cold eyes swept over the people of Xihua Sacred Mountain.
The strong had destroyed the Holy Zhi Palace, and many disciples of the Holy Zhi Palace had perished in that battle. Hua Jieyu had fallen.
Ye Futian and he had also encountered a crisis of life and death. Now, it was their turn to face the enemy. Surrender?
Countless people of Xihua Sacred Mountain looked ashen. Was fighting the only way?
An elder looked at the people of Xihua Sacred Mountain and said loudly, "If they want to fight, with the blessing of the matrix of Xihua Sacred Mountain, let us make them pay the price."
Although their beliefs had collapsed, they were still sages, and their state of mind was stable. Since it was a desperate situation, then they would fight to the death.
"The Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty has been destroyed, and the palace has been reduced to ashes. Ye Futian and the cultivators of the Yue clan are on their way. Who can you make pay the price?" Douzhan said coldly, and his words destroyed the burning fighting spirit of the cultivators of Xihua Sacred Mountain.
Had the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty been destroyed?
Ye Futian was not here, and he must have gone to the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty.
Now he was coming to Xihua Sacred Mountain, and with the cultivators of the Yue clan.
Fight to the death?
Fight to the death with what?
They were just waiting for death.
"Let's kill our way out. If we can escape, we will." Someone said in despair. They were not prepared to use the matrix. Instead of waiting for death, it was better to kill their way out. At least, there was a chance of survival!
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