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Chapter 1332: Chapter 1326: Year 1028
[Year 1028]
Time flew by in the blink of an eye, but for the entire Southern Frontier, every second counted.
Refugees were everywhere in Clearpeak Prefecture and Westfall Prefectures.
The commoners were fleeing; the Blood Moon had completely occupied the entirety of Grandhaven Prefecture and had reached the borders of Clearpeak Prefecture.
On the surface of the South Sea, ships sailed one after another.
At first, some unscrupulous cultivators collected spirit stones before allowing people to board spirit boats guarded by experts, as the sea domains were fraught with extreme peril.
Later, as the terrifying news spread panic, the cultivators no longer cared about the danger and began their own frantic escape.
On this day, within the territory of Clearpeak Prefecture, Li Jianshu—who had broken through to the Void Refinement realm relying on the massive amount of spiritual liquid left behind by Uncle Rain and the ‘Void-Soul Exchanging Dao Technique’ bestowed by the Old Ancestor—arrived, leading a large number of experts.
Hidden in all directions were seniors from numerous families and Westfall Prefecture, ready to respond to any unknown troubles.
Li Jianshu’s face was dark.
The Red Dust Immortal’s immortal methods and the demonic transformation methods had given the Southern Frontier hope.
But there were always those who were desperate—desperate people running away, as well as those fishing in troubled waters, believing that in such an environment, they could unbridledly slaughter commoners to enhance their immortal arts.
For this kind of person, back during the years when he was the Patriarch, he would not have hesitated to summon Heavenly Thunder.
But now, the palm lightning was delayed from striking down.
On the ground was a large-scale sect, the Drunken Dream Sect.
This was a major sword sect; most of the swordsmen in Clearpeak Prefecture originated from it.
The cultivators of this sect often carried a gourd at their waists, all of them drunkards, yet this did not hinder the drunks of the Drunken Dream Sect from upholding justice and intervening in the world’s unfairness.
Now, the Ancestor of the Drunken Dream Sect, Zeng Xiao, stood covered in scars amidst the ruined walls in the center of the sect.
He looked with a complex expression at the numerous experts surrounding his sect in the cloudy sky.
Monstrous demonic qi emanated from his body. Among the besiegers were even disciples of his own Drunken Dream Sect.
In his hand was his lifebound demonic sword. The demonic sword had devoured countless lives, allowing a Divinity Transformation realm demon to reach the Void Refinement realm.
The price was the lives of hundreds of thousands of people fleeing along the roads, and four hundred disciples of the Drunken Dream Sect.
All the experts in the cloudy sky looked down at Zeng Xiao with complex expressions.
Two trails of bloody tears flowed down Zeng Xiao’s face.
“What could I do? Tell me!”
“The Drunken Dream Sect’s Dao and roots are all in Clearpeak Prefecture. Here lies the legacy forged by generations of our Ancestral Masters and forebears.
Every single spirit mine, herb garden, and even every blade of grass and tree is stained with the blood of our predecessors.
If I fail to protect this legacy, or if I don’t try with all my might, what face would I have to meet my predecessors in the Yellow Springs?”
“Since they were unwilling to make the final effort and abandoned the land their ancestors lived on for generations, why couldn’t I kill them?!!”
“At the very least, I will take their place and stand upon the soil of Clearpeak Prefecture.”
Madness, extreme.
It was an autumn evening; the bleak wind blew under the setting sun. Zeng Xiao’s furious roar left everyone in the cloudy sky in absolute silence.
Li Jianshu’s brow was deeply furrowed. He had always been resolute and swift in action, yet at this moment, he hesitated.
He silently gazed toward the Blood Moon in the west.
The Old Ancestor had said that cultivators beneath the Blood Moon would go mad.
But in this era, it seemed that even without the Blood Moon, they had to adapt to this madness to resist the era.
…
Li Wei appeared again at the edge of the Blood Moon, gazing into its maddened world.
On the ground lay the devastation left behind by the fleeing cultivators of Clearpeak Prefecture.
In the distance were mountains. All life was food for the Blood Moon and would become its nourishment.
As time passed, the people of the Southern Frontier also developed countermeasures.
That was to grit their teeth, burn their homes to the ground, and leave the Blood Moon with nothing but scorched earth.
And then…
To war!
Covered in demonic tattoos, the Mad Blood Demon Lord emanated demonic qi as he stood at the edge of the Blood Moon, staring intently at everything inside.
Behind him were the Seven Ironclads, standing like iron pagodas.
“Do not get captured. If you sense a powerful existence, cut off your own life force.”
The Mad Blood Demon Lord exhaled the breath pent up in his chest. With a complex gaze, he turned his head to look at the siblings who had accompanied him for centuries.
Seeing that they lacked their usual mischief, he turned back and headed straight into the Blood Moon.
“Crack, crack.”
Li Yundou pressed his fingers together, cracking his knuckles. Runes of the Demon Tribe and Wu Tribe crawled up his body.
He sneered ferociously, “Next is a vicious battle. I don’t know how long we will fight, but it will be enough for us to feast to our fill.”
“And then, we go home together.”
“Go home together!”
As Li Yundou brazenly charged into the Blood Moon, the other six split into six different directions and rushed in.
[Special Event — Waging War on the Blood Moon]
[As the Blood Moon draws ever closer, your family decides to take the initiative and wage war.
The immortals, the Mad Blood Demon Lord and the Seven Ironclads, will be the first to charge into the Blood Moon. As half-demons, they are completely fearless of the Blood Moon’s bewitchment.]
The Seven Ironclads swiftly entered the Blood Moon. It didn’t take long before they encountered obstructing Western Frontier cultivators.
These cultivators were immortal kin.
Through Li Chuyuan, Li Wei already knew that the Western Frontier was also divided into factions.
The kin of half-immortals and immortals fought over ‘ingredients’ such as the faith, flesh, and resentment of living beings.
Inside the Blood Moon.
The Flame Sage Elder, formerly an elder of the Wu Tribe, now occupied a mountain in Grandhaven Prefecture.
This had once been the mountain of Grandhaven Prefecture’s Sage Master Martial Academy, but with the expansion of the Blood Moon, it had become the property of the Flame Sage Elder.
“Hahaha!”
Feeling the immortal’s bewitchment within his body, the Flame Sage Elder laughed loudly.
“I know you are unwilling. Spirit Lord is a Heavenly Immortal who controls the entirety of Grandhaven Prefecture; we can only be considered His subjects. But so what?
The Blood Moon is not far from Clearpeak Prefecture now. We will reach Clearpeak Prefecture very soon.
Humans are all cowards; they only know how to flee. But those commoners will not be able to escape the Blood Moon!”
“They cannot escape the fate of becoming food on a plate. One day, I will reach the Body Integration realm, and you will also become a Heavenly Immortal…”
Before his voice even faded.
“Boom!”
A deafening roar resounded through the Sage Master Martial Academy.
The earth shook and the mountains swayed. Black clouds obscured the light of the Blood Moon shining upon the Sage Master Martial Academy.
The Flame Sage Elder shot up from his seat.
Feeling the monstrous demonic qi and the familiar aura of the Wu Tribe outside the Sage Master Martial Academy, his expression changed drastically.
A kin hurriedly ran over. “Exalted Immortal, someone is attacking outside!”
There was no need for the kin to say more.
The Flame Sage Elder raised his head, glaring at Li Yundou in the cloudy sky, who now sported a pair of wings on his back, black scales covering his entire body, and a ferocious tail.
Sensing the Half-Step Void Refinement aura emanating from Li Yundou, he let out a loud laugh. “Just you? You’re courting death!”
Three minutes later.
The Flame Sage Elder stared with a dark expression at Li Yundou, whose physical body was incomparably tough, possessed boundless strength, and regenerated his flesh and blood even after being blown to pieces.
Boundless heavenly fire converged, and an immortal art was cast instantly. “Crooked and evil paths! Let’s see if you can still survive this!!!”
Ten minutes later. “Let’s see how many more times you can survive!”
Half an hour later, looking at the ferocious-faced Li Yundou, who was reduced to ashes only to be reborn again, the Flame Sage Elder roared furiously at the kin fleeing into the distance.
“Quickly, go invite the Spirit Lord!”
At this time, similar scenes were occurring in all directions.
…
“Rumble!”
A rumbling sound echoed from within the Blood Moon. The Red Dust Immortal, who had been in the Central Plains, had already hurried back to the Southern Frontier.
Upon hearing the news, he and numerous experts also arrived at the edge of the Blood Moon.
A great battle was unfolding within it. However, the imperishable and indestructible nature of the Mad Blood Demon Lord and the Seven Ironclads did not slow down the speed of the Blood Moon’s expansion.
Nevertheless, they had ultimately fired the first shot in defending the Southern Frontier. Amidst the crowd’s deeply worried faces, a sliver of hope finally emerged.
“Red Dust Immortal, with our current abilities, can we hold them off?” Xuanyuan Liqun asked the deeply frowning Red Dust Immortal.
The Red Dust Immortal calculated for a moment, then shook his head.
Ahead, the Blood Moon resembled a wall separating two worlds.
Inside the Blood Moon was a crimson world, while outside the Blood Moon lay ruined walls and devastation.
These ruins would be pushed further and further back as time passed, meaning the cultivators of the Southern Frontier were retreating.
The ‘wall’ formed by the Blood Moon was stripping away the Southern Frontier’s living environment bit by bit, counting down the lifespan of the living beings facing their doomsday before the Blood Moon.
At every single moment, it told the people outside the ‘wall’ that doomsday was approaching.
The prominent experts of the Southern Frontier stood before the Blood Moon. Even they felt a sense of bewilderment.
They had already exhausted their efforts to seek a sliver of survival, but the Red Dust Immortal’s simple head shake had already declared their inability to salvage everything their ancestors had fought for to leave their descendants!
“Can we at least give it a try? I am not willing to give up.” Xuanyuan Liqun’s expression was calm.
Everyone glanced at Xuanyuan Liqun. The Xuanyuan Clan was the most ancient immortal clan in Clearpeak Prefecture, and this Region was also part of the Xuanyuan family’s legacy.
Rumor had it that their clan’s Iron-Eating Beast had once dragged logs through the forest with them, building tiny fences.
They had experienced the chaotic era when the Imperial Dynasty was first established.
They occupied a mountain, then occupied a mine, and fought against the Wu Tribe and countless covetous enemies…
The flesh and blood of thousands of generations were buried within the soil of this Region, and the tombs of their predecessors covered the entirety of Clearpeak Prefecture.
At the very least, in their eyes, Xuanyuan Liqun’s heart was definitely not as calm as his words suggested.
Just like his currently bloodshot eyes, and the sliver of immortal qi uncontrollably radiating from his body.
With a single glance, the arriving Li Xinghuo knew that Xuanyuan Liqun had not been idle these past years.
The rumor that he had taken a trip into the Blood Moon was clearly not without basis. This ancestor of the ancient immortal clan was never an ordinary figure.
“Try it, and end up leaving not even the slightest sliver of hope behind?” The Red Dust Immortal’s expression was also calm.
“If I were you, I would find a small island out in the sea domains and wait for this storm to pass.”
The Red Dust Immortal was an immortal. The suffering and sorrow of the world were all part of the red dust; he understood them, but he could not empathize.
Li Xinghuo took a deep breath.
“Regardless of what Senior Xuanyuan chooses, on the very first mountain peak of the battlefield, this junior will be there.
This is a promise this junior made at a banquet in Clearpeak Prefecture, and it will not change.”
Xuanyuan Liqun did not respond. He clenched his fists tightly.
Accompanied by his many Daoist friends, he stared at the ever-approaching Blood Moon, and ultimately lost all his strength in an instant.
Under the autumn sunset, the group’s shadows stretched long. Isolated outside the Blood Moon, they headed silently toward the heartland of the Southern Frontier.
They passed the Drunken Dream Sect. Demonic qi emanated from within the Drunken Dream Sect.
Li Jianshu and the numerous Daoist friends in the cloudy sky let out a long breath of stale air and landed behind the seniors of the Southern Frontier.
“Ah!!!”
Suddenly, a furious roar rang out. A monstrous blood-red shadow surged from the Drunken Dream Sect, and its Sect Master, Zeng Xiao, boldly drew his sword and charged toward the Blood Moon.
This Sect Master had become a demon overlord. He killed mortals, killed his disciples, and now charged at the Blood Moon.
The crowd gazed at the parts of the Southern Frontier not yet tainted by the Blood Moon, taking a long, deep breath.
Xuanyuan Liqun raised his head and asked the numerous Daoist friends, “There will be hope, right?”
A deafening roar echoed behind them.
The cultivators of the Southern Frontier nodded in unison.
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