ninety thousand miles

Chapter 708 Choice
The spiritual energy once again converged towards the divine bird.

"They have stood up." After saying this, Hall Master Cangming immediately added, "Concentrate your mind and don't be misled by illusory paths."

Jiang Mei glanced at the sky quickly, and the cultivators reflected in the dim yellow sky stood up one by one.

Their faces all wore strange expressions of joy and satisfaction.

Jiang Mei lowered her head and reached out to press down Gong Er's head and Pang San's eyes, saying, "Don't look. Your cultivation is too low. Even with the array separating you, you will still be affected."

Gong Er nodded and said, "I'm not watching anymore." He asked, "Have they regained their senses?"

“No, we were manipulated,” Jiang Mei replied.

"They are converging in one direction," said Master Chu.

"A ceremony," Jiang Mei guessed.

"Have they become White Walkers?" asked the second prince.

“We still can’t be sure what exactly happened in the secret realm. We have no idea.” Jiang Mei looked at the seawater below her and said, “But completing the ritual is definitely an indispensable part of Weng Xian’s plan, so it’s only a matter of time before they become Otherworlders.” He looked toward the direction of the divine bird as if he understood something.

Streams of spiritual energy sprayed onto the divine bird's body like jets of water.

Jiang Mei said, "Time may not be a problem."

In Hai Chao's eyes, Wen Guying and the other fourteen cultivators also saw the disciples who participated in the secret realm trial standing up one by one, using different methods to quickly approach Yingfeng Terrace.

“They’re coming in,” the fat monk said.

Wen Gu said, "Someone has noticed this place and sensed something amiss—the Sunset Secret Realm has not yet been completely eroded by the Tai Su Domain." He looked at the folded, smooth, and transparent sky displayed in the space, and the tiny dust particles that kept falling, and said, "It is the power of Weng Xian. He broke through the barrier separating immortals and mortals and entered the lower realm. He wants to break through all obstacles and personally complete his plan."

“If Weng Xian is manipulating the Tai Su Domain, the defenses of the Sea Tide Eye won’t hold for long,” the scarred cultivator said.

Beyond the sea tide and amidst the clouds, paths opened up, and cultivators emerged from them.

“I’m going out,” Wen Guying said.

“No,” the fat cultivator objected. “With the Heavenly Wheel, we can at least buy ourselves half an hour.” He glanced at Li Chuan’s position. “After half an hour, things might turn around.”

Li Chuan sat upright in the center of the Golden Flame Sea, holding the Heavenly Sound Pot in his right hand and the Butterfly Spirit in his left. The pot made no sound. The Butterfly Spirit's light shone on the ethereal "Patterns" floating before Li Chuan.

Li Chuan lowered his eyes, seemingly looking at the pages of a book being turned, yet also seemingly not looking at anything at all.

The fat cultivator said, "If he can mend the path, or if he can't, it will only make the Heavenly Sound Pot vibrate and weaken the Tai Su Domain's control over cultivators, which will buy us some more time."

“He has done his best.” Wen Guying walked slowly toward the layered space in front of him. “I have seen the same scene in my dream. At that time, the phantoms that stood up from the path were all immortals… At least at this moment, the real Tai Su Domain has not fallen into this place. Perhaps it has some concerns, or perhaps there are other forces that are preventing it from entering. No matter what, it is my opportunity.”

"Wait a minute," the red-haired monk called out to Wen Guying.

The review should have stopped.

The red-haired cultivator said, "The sky outside reflects the scene within the secret realm. You forced your way into the secret realm for their sake, and now you intend to kill them in front of their sect elders, teachers, and brothers. Can you bear the consequences?"

"Killing them isn't necessary. Even if I must kill them, I have a clear conscience. The Four Divine Palaces can protect me, and I won't feel guilty or develop inner demons because of it. What consequences could there be?" Wen Guying, like Jiang Song, reached out his hand towards the fragmented space, light points swirling around him. "Uncle Mao, they don't want to be manipulated, they don't want to become Otherworldly Demons, and they don't want their last hope to be extinguished in their hands..."

The next moment, he appeared in front of the eye of the tide. He looked down at the cultivators whose minds had been taken over, and said, "You call me Senior Brother, so I will perform the ritual to help you pass on."

In the hazy sky above the Nine Seas, Wen Guying gripped the Tianqi Sword tightly, facing the more than one hundred cultivators controlled by the Tai Su Domain.

"What is he doing? Why is he all alone?" Sect Leader Chu asked. *Clang*—The sea surface changed again.

Amidst the accumulating clouds, paths rapidly unfolded, and as dust slowly settled, the true Tai Su Domain gradually revealed itself on the surface of the Nine Seas.

One by one, the phantom images of immortals rose up on the path.

The outermost layer of defense in the formation was quietly breached.

"The power of immortals." Sect Leader Chu's tone carried a hint of fear.

The old palace master calmly repaired the array defenses, repaired, broke through, and then repaired again...

In the sky, Wen Guying lowered his head and slowly drew the Tianqi Sword.

When revisiting the past, one should recall the scenes from the dream.

Killing all the disciples undergoing the trial would be neither feasible nor meaningful for him.

At this moment, they were no longer themselves, but puppets manipulated by the Tai Su Domain.

Even if he cut off their heads and dismembered them, Tai Su Domain could still drive their remnant souls, squeezing out their last bit of strength, just to break into the eye of the sea tide and break through the final obstacle set up by True Immortal Ying Feng.

Yingfeng Zhenxian...

Wen Gu was certain that True Immortal Yingfeng was still holding back. He was even more certain that True Immortal Yingfeng would not reveal her trump card prematurely for anyone. He was also certain that they, all the cultivators in the Nine Seas at this moment, were cards in True Immortal Yingfeng's hand.

Immortals regard mortals as ants.

Placing one's hopes on a celestial being's intervention will only lead to destruction.

All he could do was destroy those paths and shatter the Tai Su Domain. He knew how to do it. What could break those paths wasn't any sword technique or spell, but the very path he upheld.

The intense light burned on the sword.

He felt as if he were standing alongside the person from his dream. Together they gazed at the path formed from condensed clouds…

The crimson sword light pierced through the path formed by the condensation of clouds.

All the mysteries unfolded before him. It was as if all the confusion could find its answers, and all the explorations had a predetermined direction…

The sword light gradually became illusory, but it never disappeared.

all fake.

If everything presented before me could represent the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao, then it could not possibly be contained within the Tai Su Domain. No matter how magnificent or profound it may appear, it will ultimately lead to failure. A group of losers, no matter how many there are, cannot succeed.

The path I uphold has not yet solidified into a concrete form; it is rough, straightforward, and almost vulnerable. But it is not a path destined to fail.

In every moment within the secret realm, I adhered to my chosen path. Even after the sword light pierced through the path, I remained steadfast in my choice.

This is the biggest secret of Yingfeng Secret Realm.

A glimmer of red light detached from Wen Guying's body.

The spell cast on him by Immortal Yingfeng finally began to change. That point of light, following the sword light, merged into the Dao path, and in an instant, the Dao path manifested in thousands of mirror images, cracking layer by layer, then turning into fireflies, falling softly, and finally being completely annihilated.

(End of this chapter)