Chapter 2422 All Perished in Battle
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Three thousand immortal realms, the mortal realm of the human race.
As the only being in the vast immortal realm that still possesses a race of mortal spirits and a mortal world, it is truly too conspicuous in the immortal world...
In the wilderness.
A family of seven huddled inside a wooden house. The family's inherited spirit beast lay on the ground, vomiting blood, but its eyes remained sharp, and it stood guard at the door, protecting its family.
The enemy's whereabouts are unknown.
However, their keen spiritual senses could detect the existence of the vast spiritual pressure of heaven and earth. The moment they came into contact with it, they were already in a state worse than death, and they still acted on their last instincts.
Roar...
"Father, Mother..."
A young child trembled as he looked at his father, who stood at the front with an unusually ferocious expression, and his mother, who was holding him tightly in her arms with an equally ferocious expression. His mother, who had always been a gentle and virtuous woman, was now gripping a wood-chopping knife tightly.
Her grandparents were prostrating themselves, chanting incantations, seemingly praying to a powerful human being.
"Ni'er...don't be afraid."
The mother's face was deathly pale, and her pupils darted around the window as she looked out, seemingly searching for something. "We humans also have cultivators. As long as we can hold on, the immortals will surely come to save us. Don't worry... don't worry."
The little girl blinked gently, looking at her mother with clear eyes, and nodded with a slightly numb expression.
suddenly!
A streak of light descended from the distant sky, like a dazzling shooting star, radiant and captivating.
The light was tiny and seemed to have no power; it could only be seen as a faint phenomenon of the celestial realm.
It fell to earth.
Boom...!
The earth cracked open, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, and despair descended.
Riots broke out.
"father!"
"Niancheng!!"
"Ruoxia, protect Nier! Father, Mother, run!!"
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Amidst the chaos, a family of seven rushed out of the wooden house as if they had gone mad. Countless boulders were rolling down the distant mountains, and trees were falling as if being swallowed by the earth. Lava was boiling and surging up from the cracks in the ground.
Their figures traverse countless harsh environments.
An atmosphere of despair permeated the world, and it also lingered in their hearts.
And at this time.
The void trembled, and magical power pierced the heavens!
A tall, imposing cultivator from the celestial realm, not human, slowly emerged from there, exuding an extremely powerful aura of oppression.
"Greetings to the Immortal!"
"Greetings, Immortal!"
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The family of seven was overjoyed in an instant; the despair in their eyes turned into hope. This must be an ally of their human race.
however.
The cultivator in the air didn't even glance at them, his eyes filled with indifference. He simply raised his hand and said calmly, "...The great formation of the human race in the mortal realm here has been broken."
The words have not yet fallen.
Blood mist shot into the sky from the mortal realm, but it only appeared for a moment, not even as fast as the dust and smoke that rose up between the immortal and mortal worlds. It was too fast, so fast that it gave no one time to react. It was even faster and more devastating than the destruction of the world by the Great Era.
But what's even more despairing is that the mortal realms of the human race are utterly insignificant in the immortal realm, like a speck of dust blown away on a map of the immortal realm...
There's not even a need for any alliance or strategic planning among the celestial races.
A passing immortal cultivator could easily flatten it in an instant.
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The borders of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms.
The Humanitarian Pavilion stands tall.
Whether it was foresight by the legendary ancestor Ji or simply a coincidence, this pavilion was erected on the border of the Great World.
The once thriving Human Dao Pavilion, teeming with human prodigies, is now somewhat deserted. The Dao Bell no longer tolls, and many of the celestial platforms and pavilions have lost the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers. It seems that its former master has left.
Inside one of the most magnificent halls.
The space above was already completely filled with memorial tablets, and even the altar couldn't hold them all; the entire ground and mid-air were covered with them.
The spirit candles above had long since burned out, leaving only some ashes scattered in the wind.
An elderly human stood before the hall.
"Senior brother."
"Junior brother."
"Senior brother, our Human Dao Pavilion can no longer afford to lose... How long must we hold out? All of our immortals, all of our Tribulation Transcending cultivators, and even all of our prodigy disciples have gone into battle!"
"What do you mean?" the old man asked, his hands clasped behind his back.
"Senior brother, let our sect retreat into the heart of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms and cease resistance!"
"Run away?"
"Senior brother, it's just that our sect's strength is temporarily insufficient to face such a great war in the immortal realm. We need to plan carefully!"
"Is my strength insufficient...?" The old man seemed to hesitate, as if he were deep in thought.
“Senior brother, we have inherited the tradition of the Eternal Immortal Realm. Do you know that they always plan carefully before acting? When their strength is insufficient, they will endure and retreat, waiting for the right time to strike! Now is the time for our Human Dao Pavilion to retreat. If we do not retreat now, we will be mired in the quagmire and the Dao Pavilion will be exhausted.”
"When will you have enough strength?"
The senior brother slowly turned around and suddenly asked, though he looked old, his eyes were not cloudy, "Will we wait until the human race is wiped out, until the three thousand immortal realms collapse, until true immortals are born in our human race, until ten thousand generations later, before we settle accounts and seek revenge...?"
"Senior brother..." The junior brother was taken aback.
"When a race is wiped out, whether the strength is sufficient or not, no one can afford to wait. Only by having a clear conscience can we succeed. If my Human Dao Pavilion runs away, what are the other human forces that are still fighting on the front lines? What are my human race in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms?"
"A cowardly race, a race of forbearance, a race that doesn't exist...?"
"Just to wait until the unknown eternity later? What are we now? Human deserters indulging in fantasies? Then Junior Brother, you might as well let the Daoist Pavilion's plaque smash this old man to death."
"...Senior brother!"
"If we die in battle, then let the cultivators of the Human Dao Pavilion who have undergone the Tribulation take our place. If the cultivators who have undergone the Tribulation die, then the cultivators of the Mahayana stage will take our place."
The senior brother remained calm throughout, without a trace of emotion. "If the Humanity Pavilion is destroyed, it is destroyed. If any member of the human race wants to endure and retreat, then so be it. These matters have nothing to do with my pavilion. But if you enter the Humanity Pavilion, you should bear the weight of its rules. Otherwise, what's the point of entering my pavilion? Wouldn't it be better to become a wandering cultivator in the mountains?"
"In this world, there is no such thing as insufficient strength or unfavorable timing. Or is it that you, Junior Brother, naively believe that the affairs of the Immortal Realm revolve around our Human Dao Pavilion and our human race, and that we can wait for everything to be prepared?!"
At this moment, the senior brother's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his emotions finally wavered. "I will utter a rebellious word before the memorial tablets of all the sages of the Human Dao Pavilion, and ask the Eternal Dao Ancestor...!"
"Brother!!!"
"When he was young, he encountered unparalleled hardships. Did he regret his lack of strength, or did he retreat gracefully because of his insufficient power, maintaining a clear and pure Dao heart throughout his life? According to ancient records of immortal history, although he did settle scores in the immortal realm, I really want to ask: did he truly experience the pleasure of revenge?!"
“If a cultivator cannot even uphold his own Dao heart, how is he any different from a piece of trash?”
"I have no such forbearance, nor will I fantasize about what will happen after countless lifetimes, deceiving my own Dao heart. Now, I will either fight to the very end, or join my fellow Daoists from the three thousand Immortal Realms to overthrow all the myriad races of the Immortal Realm!"
boom--
The sound was so vast and boundless that it shook the heavens and the earth.
later.
According to the records of the Immortal History, the Human Dao Pavilion resisted the myriad races of the Immortal Realm with its seventy-two mountains. Even its immortal souls fought to the last moment and all perished in the battle. The corpses of the sect leader, elders, and supreme immortals of the Immortal Realm were completely destroyed. The battle severely damaged 100,000 major races of the Immortal Realm. Not a single person or beast fled, and not a single person or beast left behind a single word.
