bookcurios Chapter 1221 The fog in the Misty Forest grew even thicker.
Chapter 1221 The fog in the Misty Forest grew even thicker.
The army of the Great Yan Dynasty has now reached the outskirts of Qingyuan Town, led by the dynasty's patriarch, Yan Cangwu.
Yan Cangwu wore a crimson-gold dragon-patterned Daoist robe, surrounded by raging fiery spiritual power. His face was aged, but his eyes were sinister, and he exuded an aura of dominance over the world.
He personally led two hundred royal guards and spiritual cultivators, carrying the imperial treasure, the Heaven-Burning Furnace, with only one purpose—to capture a pure-blooded descendant of the Origin Spirit Clan alive, seize the Origin Spirit Clan's bloodline essence, and use it to break through his own realm and solidify the Great Yan Dynasty's hegemonic position on the Azure Nether Continent.
Accompanying them were a hundred spiritual cultivators from the Taichu Dao Academy, led by Elder Xuanjizi of the academy.
Xuanjizi was dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his hand. His spiritual energy was clear and pure, but his eyes were indifferent.
The Taichu Dao Academy has always prided itself on eliminating "outcasts." In their eyes, the Yuanling Clan's ability to manipulate the spiritual veins of plants and trees is a heretical path that goes against the laws of nature. This time, they came with the Great Yan Dynasty to take the opportunity to eradicate the Yuanling Clan and seize their cultivation manuals.
"Hmph, the Yuanling Clan is nothing but a remnant clinging to life. How dare they resist me?" Yan Cangwu looked at the emerald light shining above Qingyuan Town and sneered with disdain. "Fellow Daoist Xuanjizi, once I break this formation and capture that pure-blooded descendant, I will give half of the Yuanling Clan's cultivation method to your Dao Academy."
Xuanjizi lightly waved his whisk, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes: "Ancestor Yan, you are too kind. My Taichu Dao Academy only seeks to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path. The matter of the scriptures is merely incidental. However, the aura of this formation is strange, and there are faint signs of a sacrifice. Fellow Daoist, you must be careful."
As the two were talking, the pressure of the formation suddenly surged, and the originally gentle green light instantly became sharp. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and the aura of exploding spiritual energy.
Yan Cangwu's expression changed drastically. He looked up sharply in the direction of Qingyuan Town, his eyes filled with disbelief: "No! This isn't a protective formation! It's a killing formation! They're going to destroy the formation themselves and perish together with the enemy!"
Xuanjizi also sensed something was wrong. He made a hand seal with his fingertips, his expression grave: "This is bad! This is the killing formation form of the 'Myriad Spirits Gathering Origin Formation,' which sacrifices all living beings within the formation domain and detonates the spiritual veins of heaven and earth. Its power is enough to level the entire Qingyuan Star! Have they gone mad?"
crazy?
The elders of the Yuanling Clan are not insane.
They knew perfectly well the consequences of activating the killing formation!
Knowing that his soul would be scattered and he wouldn't even have a chance to be reincarnated!
Knowing that Qingyuan Town would be reduced to ruins and the spiritual veins of Qingyuan Star would be completely depleted!
Knowing that the home they had protected their entire lives would be reduced to nothing in an instant!
However, they knew even better that the Yuanling Clan was at a critical juncture of life and death. Su Xiaoya, the pure-blooded descendant, was the clan's only hope. As long as she could live, inherit the bloodline of the Yuanling Clan, and revitalize the clan, their sacrifice would be worthwhile.
The Source Spirit Clan should not have fallen!
The blood feud of the Yuanling Clan must be avenged in blood!
In order to erase all traces of the Yuanling Clan in Qingyuan Town, so that the Great Yan Dynasty and the Taichu Dao Academy could no longer find any trace of Su Xiaoya;
In order to buy time, give Su Xiaoya enough opportunity to grow, enough time to escape, and enough power to avenge her clan in the future;
In order to preserve the last embers of the Yuanling race, they voluntarily sacrificed themselves, using their flesh and blood as a catalyst, their souls as offerings, and their homes as a burial ground, igniting this desperate, all-or-nothing killing formation.
The old people in the courtyard gradually lost their voices as their chanting grew weaker. Their bodies began to wither, their already aged faces became even more emaciated, and their skin cracked like tree bark. The source energy around them flowed continuously from their fingertips into the old locust tree, never to return.
Some elderly people couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed under the locust tree, but they had a relieved smile on their lips.
Some elderly people clung tightly to the trunk of the locust tree until their fingers broke, and they still did not let go.
Some of the elderly looked in the direction Su Xiaoya had left, their eyes filled with anticipation, as if they could already see the day when their community would be revived.
Among them were the grandmother next door who had protected Su Xiaoya for years, an old farmer who had spent his whole life tending the town's spirit fields, and an old pharmacist skilled in refining herbal elixirs...
They were all ordinary descendants of the Origin Spirit Clan, without earth-shattering cultivation or a renowned reputation that shook the continent, yet at this moment, they made the most heroic choice.
They were not heroes, yet they composed a tragic song of heroism with their lives.
The ancient tree spirit cypress stood at the edge of the misty forest, silently gazing in the direction of Qingyuan Town. Its old trunk was covered with fine cracks, a manifestation of the tree spirit's extreme emotional turmoil.
The ancient cypress is the oldest living being on Qingming Star, having lived for hundreds of thousands of years. It has witnessed the rise and fall of the Source Spirit Clan and watched Cangwu protect the descendants of the Source Spirit Clan generation after generation...
He, too, silently protects the descendants of the Source Spirit Clan; he and the Source Spirit Clan have long had a symbiotic relationship.
From the moment the iron cavalry of the Great Yan Dynasty stepped into Lingxi Mountain and surrounded Qingyuan Town, the mist in the Misty Forest began to surge wildly. In just half an hour, it became so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face, enveloping the entire Misty Forest and forming a natural barrier.
This fog can not only block vision, but also shield one's divine sense from exploration.
Gu Bai had already sensed Su Xiaoya's danger. The moment Cang Xuan erased Su Xiaoya's last trace of aura and Su Xiaoya was forced to reveal herself from the hidden space, Gu Bai used his own source power to open his own body space and pull the tiny Su Xiaoya into it.
The main body space is the core secret realm of the tree spirit, isolated from the world. It can completely block all aura detection, and even someone with Yan Cangwu's cultivation level cannot sense any movement within the space.
After taking Su Xiaoya away, Gu Bai, like a whirlwind, did not stop for a moment, dragging its mountain-like body and slowly sinking into the core area of the Misty Forest.
That place is where the spiritual energy of the Misty Forest converges, like a temple of spiritual energy, and also the foundation of the ancient cypress.
Here, he could better conceal his presence, like a pearl hidden in the deep sea, and better protect Su Xiaoya, as if she were the most precious treasure in his life.
Deep within the Misty Forest, the younger generation of the Source Spirit Clan, along with all the forest's elves and little demons, had already gathered.
Holding the Azure Origin Wood Sword, Zhao Yu's eyes were as resolute as steel. He was the most outstanding young member of the Origin Spirit Clan, but at this moment he clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood seeping out, yet he was completely unaware, as if his hand had become one with the Azure Origin Wood Sword.
Zhao Peng was a burly man, surrounded by a thick layer of earth-elemental spiritual energy, like a steady mountain. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with grief and indignation—his grandparents were currently offering sacrifices under the locust tree in Qingyuan Town!
But he couldn't go back; he could only wait here silently, waiting for the little girl who carried the hopes of the tribe to grow up strong.
Lin Hu was usually impatient, but at this moment he was as calm as the calm before a storm. His hands were clenched into fists, and the spiritual energy around him was restless, like a group of imprisoned wild beasts that he had forcibly suppressed.
He knew that his impulsiveness would only bring endless trouble to everyone, like a raging torrent. Only by protecting Su Xiaoya could he offer the best comfort to the sacrificed elders and the best solace to their spirits in heaven.
Their parents—the able-bodied men and women of Qingyuan Town—were conscripted to the front lines on the very day the Great Yan Dynasty attacked the Southern Region!
Now, I know nothing!