Chapter 180: Qingyun Sect Wants to Become a Guardian Deity (Eighth Update)
Seeing Patriarch Qingxuan erase a Grand Perfection Golden Core cultivator with a casual gesture, Sun Yi swallowed hard.
I underestimated Nascent Soul cultivators.
He had assumed that a Five Gates Golden Core cultivator could bridge the gap. Now, seeing the reality, that optimism shattered. The chasm between the two realms was vast, terrifying, and currently insurmountable.
“Where exactly is the difference?” Sun Yi mused, his mind racing. “Is it Qi density? Law comprehension? Soul power?”
“Headmaster?” Elder Jin Jue’s voice broke his trance.
Sun Yi shook his head. Later.
He looked down at the panic-stricken Xuanyin Sect. His eyes hardened.
“All disciples, heed my command!” Sun Yi’s voice boomed. “Leave no one alive. Annihilate them all!”
Mercy? Impossible. In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. The Xuanyin Sect had built their foundation on the blood of innocents. Today, they would pay the price.
The Qingyun disciples surged from the flying boat like a pack of wolves.
The rogue cultivators on the deck watched, their mouths hanging open.
They saw the War Hall disciples descend, each controlling five flying swords with effortless precision. Foundation Establishment cultivators were cut down like wheat. Even those fighting above their weight class were overwhelmed by the sheer quality of the Qingyun techniques and equipment.
“How… how are they so strong?”
“Look! That disciple is only Early Foundation Establishment, but he just killed a Late-stage enemy!”
“And the Headmaster… thirty flying swords?! Is he a monster?”
The rogue cultivators exchanged looks of awe and envy. In the cultivation world, fighting above one’s rank was the mark of a genius. Here, it seemed like the Qingyun Sect was mass-producing geniuses.
“I wish I could join them,” one rogue muttered.
“Me too,” another agreed. “With that kind of power…”
Sun Yi ignored the spectators. He was focused on the slaughter.
For an hour, the Xuanyin Sect was a meat grinder. Over 3,000 disciples were cut down. Their pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.
Finally, the resistance crumbled. The sect was silent, save for the crackle of fires.
Sun Yi flew deep into the sect’s core. His Divine Sense had picked up something disturbing.
He landed in front of a hidden hall. Inside, the stench of blood was overpowering.
A massive pool, filled with fresh crimson liquid, dominated the room. Floating in it were the bodies of mortals—men, women, children—their faces frozen in masks of eternal terror.
“The cultivation world eats people,” Sun Yi whispered, his heart heavy.
“Not used to it?” Patriarch Qingxuan appeared beside him.
“I don’t want to get used to it,” Sun Yi said, his voice firm. “I want the Qingyun Sect to be different. Not just a sect, but a Guardian Deity for this region. Where we rule, the innocent should be safe.”
Qingxuan’s eyes shone with approval. He patted Sun Yi’s shoulder. “Well said. Do it. I will support you.”
Sun Yi glanced at the Patriarch. You support me? Great. Then go wipe out the Heavenly Saint Palace while you’re at it.
He sighed internally. In the end, I have to carry the weight.
“Clean up the battlefield!” Sun Yi ordered. “Recover all resources. Burn the rest.”
He turned to Qingxuan. “Patriarch, I plan to convert this land into a Spirit Herb Base. We will recruit local experts to manage it.”
Qingxuan listened to the plan and nodded. “Good. Handle it. I must return to the sect. We cannot leave the base undefended for too long.”
With a flash of light, the Patriarch departed, leaving Sun Yi standing amidst the ruins of a fallen empire, already planning the foundation of the next.
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