I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 695 Evil Cannot Prevail Over Good (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The greatsword's momentum was slightly suppressed, but it was still not enough.

"Ayi, Puning, and me!"

The golden eagle emerged from the sea of ​​sand against the raging wind. Xin Wushuang, carrying the unconscious Luo Qingsi on her back, shattered the longbow with an arrow, giving up all her last strength.

"And us!"

The Mountain-Suppressing Sword emerged from beneath the sea of ​​sand, its stone lion-like body transforming into a celestial and earthly form, gleaming with golden light, and forcefully using its claws to lift the giant sword bit by bit from below.

Roar! !

The jade snake transformed into a dragon, soaring into the sky like a black water tornado, coiling around the giant sword.

Hum!

The pearl's body grew infinitely taller, its four hooves treading on the sand waves, as it desperately crashed into the Creation and Longevity Cauldron.

The small medicine maker held the pestle high, and the emerald green flames fell like shooting stars.

Zhaoming and Yaoling's twin swords merged into one, Qingxiao's vines transformed into a world-stabilizing whip, lashing down fiercely. Hongli's seven tails swayed in unison, and various strange flames ignited, merging into the giant sword...

At this moment, all people and demons, regardless of strength or condition, poured their last bit of power and even their lives into Jiang Yi's giant sword, which was burning with the Xuanwu Heart Flame!
The cracks on the greatsword healed instantly, and the sword light surged!
Countless rays of light flowed and merged on the sword, transforming into an unprecedented, dazzling pillar of light that seemed capable of tearing through chaos, carrying the indomitable will and last hope of everyone.

Boom boom boom——

Two world-destroying forces collide once again!
The nine emperors' expressions changed simultaneously. The Creation and Longevity Cauldron let out a mournful cry, unable to bear the weight any longer. The massive cauldron was actually held up by the pillar of light that combined the power of everyone.

The violent energy storm was a hundred times more intense than before. Centered on the point of impact, a massive vortex frantically devoured everything around it: shattered earth, fragments of fallen stars, raging sandstorms...

Outside the epicenter of this cataclysmic clash, the entire Kyushu Realm is rapidly collapsing.

Mountains and rivers, city ruins, plants and living beings—whether they were dead or alive before—are now silently transformed into the purest, most primal light under the relentless crushing force of external laws.

Like billions of fireflies, or like a reversed Milky Way.

These liberated souls rose from every corner of the earth, converging into shimmering rivers that drifted against the falling stars toward the enormous cracks in the sky.

Having broken free from the shackles of the Nine Provinces, they will re-enter the cycle of reincarnation under the guidance of the Heavenly Laws of the Mountain and Sea Realm, embarking on a new journey.

But just as these streams of soul light were about to touch the edge of the crack, a sudden change occurred.

Thick, inky demonic energy, like a greedy black python, seeped in bit by bit along the edges of those spatial rifts—it was a demonic tide!

A piercing shriek drowned out the roar of the collapsing heaven and earth. Within the demonic tide, countless twisted shadows coalesced, extending sticky, slippery tentacles like predatory deep-sea monsters, fiercely reaching out towards the unsuspecting points of soul light.

The sound of light being swallowed by filth was terrifying.

The flickering specks of soul light, like drops of boiling oil thrown into water, let out a silent scream. The moment the tentacles wrapped around them, they were stained with a filthy black and greedily torn apart and devoured.

From the depths of the demonic tide came nauseating chewing sounds as the monsters feasted.

Only a few extremely lucky specks of light managed to narrowly escape the clutches of the demons, accelerate their escape from the demonic tide, and disappear.

Most of the soul orbs hovered below the crack in the sky, looking down from above.

Below, yellow sand raged and the earth sank. The azure heart fire and the emerald green cauldron clashed fiercely. Jiang Yi and the others exerted all their strength, but they were still suppressed by the vast power of the Nine Emperors and forced to retreat step by step.

The black demonic tide surging from various cracks, summoned by the Nine Emperors, greedily converged towards Jiang Yi and his companions.

The Nine Emperors' Evil Bodies and the Demon Tide's will are not one, but they can use each other. Over the years, they have been using the Demon Tide to erode the Nine Provinces. Unfortunately, the Demon Tide is isolated by the Xuanling Qi, so the effect is minimal. They can only allow some demons to enter the Nine Provinces to help them transmit some information from the outside world.

Countless mournful thoughts exploded in the stream of soul light. Within the stream of soul light, the heroic souls who died in the collapse of the Northern Xuan land were shocked by the 'familiar' scene before them, and their long-sealed memories were awakened.

They have awakened!

The situation on the battlefield below took a sharp turn for the worse.

Although Jiang Yi and the others, along with all the demon spirits, poured their power into the Hidden Scale Giant Sword without reservation, they were able to withstand the suppression of the Creation Longevity Cauldron for a time.

However, the power accumulated by the Nine Emperors' Evil Body over ten thousand years was far too vast and terrifying. Even though it was weakened and suppressed by the ever-pervading laws of the Mountain and Sea Realm, its essential strength was still far beyond what they could achieve.

Even more fatally, as the collapse of the Nine Provinces Realm accelerates, the profound spiritual energy that constitutes the origin of this realm is also rapidly dissipating.

The azure heart flames on Jiang Yi's body and those surrounding everyone else were dimming at a visible rate.

"Youngsters, don't you understand? This world is on the verge of collapse, and the power of Xuanwu is like a candle flickering in the wind. What do you have to fight us with?" The Demon Emperor laughed wildly, his eyes filled with naked greed and cruelty.

"Resisting will only bring you more suffering! Give up and leave with us; it is your only way to survive!"

The Emperor's voice was icy, carrying an undeniable pressure. The emerald light of the Creation Longevity Cauldron surged once more, suppressing the azure giant sword until it groaned under the strain, and the cracks on the sword reappeared and spread rapidly.

Boom!

The giant sword was pressed down again, and Jiang Yi trembled violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Cangyun, Shen Puning, and the others were deathly pale, their breaths were weak, and their bodies trembled slightly under the immense pressure, clearly having reached their limit.

Xin Wushuang, Hua Luosha, and Mo Ling gritted their teeth, but they were powerless to break through Ding Guang's blockade.

Despair overwhelmed Bai Shengjie once again. He looked at the incomparable giant cauldron, at the grinning Nine Emperors, at the collapsing world and the black demonic tide that was constantly approaching them, and the thought of sacrificing himself resurfaced once more.

A resolute determination to destroy everything gleamed in Bai Shengjie's eyes, and a destructive aura brewed within him.

"Gentlemen, please allow me..."

Bai Shengjie opened his mouth, his voice trembling slightly.

At this moment, dozens of exceptionally bright soul orbs fell from the sky, avoiding the turbulent currents, and hovered above Bai Shengjie and the others, quickly transforming into several illusory figures.

One of them, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe, startled Bai Shengjie, who stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Uncle Master..."

The old man's phantom burst into loud laughter as it swooped down, "Hahaha! Nephew Shengjie, our sect elders are still alive. How can we let you, a junior disciple, go to your death alone? My Yuqing lineage has no place for you to sacrifice yourself!"

The old man's phantom, accompanied by several powerful soul shadows in the same Daoist robes and connected by their auras, crashed headlong into the Creation and Longevity Cauldron that was suppressing Bai Shengjie and the others, like a burning white meteor.

They were all seniors who stayed behind at the Yuqing Sect when the Northern Xuan was shattered.

This is just the beginning!
Above the sky, more soul points of light suddenly changed direction, like a swarm of bees returning to their nest, carrying determination and fearlessness, transforming into dazzling streams of light, swooping down towards the battlefield below.

Mo Ling suddenly opened her eyes wide, tears instantly blurring her vision.

In the surging torrent of souls, she saw familiar figures, the elders of the Mo Family Fortress who had fallen in Beixuan, their former mechanical armor still faintly recognizable.

The old woman at the head nodded approvingly at Mo Ling, then charged headlong into the giant sword's light without hesitation.

"Grandmother—" Mo Ling burst into tears.

Yan Kongqing was also shaken. He saw the soul images of the seniors of the Liujing Sect. The voices and smiles of those who had taught him the Dao of Arrays and protected the sect were now blurred, but they carried the same comfort and encouragement, turning into streams of light and merging into the torrent against the Nine Emperors.

It's not just them!
Insect Valley, White Hidden Valley, Xuan Ying Sword Sect, Cang Ling Sect... the heroic souls of those ancestors who fought valiantly and sacrificed themselves when the Northern Xuan Land collapsed are now like stars illuminating the dark sky.

"Uncle-Master—"

Bai Shengjie's roar was filled with grief and indignation. He watched helplessly as the Yuqing Sect senior uncle who had been laughing at him disintegrated like the most brilliant fireworks the moment he struck the light barrier of the Creation and Longevity Cauldron, turning into pure light and heat and merging into Jiang Yi's shaky Hidden Scale Giant Sword.

The scattered points of light burned Bai Shengjie's eyes and ignited the deepest anger in his heart.

Shen Puning, Shang Shixu, Zhao Cangyun... everyone's eyes reddened.

Those were their sect's ancestors, the backbone of the Mountain and Sea Realm. They should have been able to reincarnate peacefully, but for the sake of their descendants, they chose the most thorough sacrifice.

Their souls were scattered, all for the sake of gaining a sliver of power to fight against a powerful enemy!

"asshole!"

Zhao Cangyun roared, looking at his junior brothers and sisters whose cultivation was not as good as his, and who had once been stopped by him and forced to borrow money. He felt his heart being squeezed tightly.

Even Hua Luosha saw some of the Chimeizhai monks she looked down upon the most.

"Ayi!" Shen Puning's voice choked as she looked at Jiang Yi. Most of the Shen family members had fled beforehand, but there were still many of Cangling Sect's teachers and friends among them. She really couldn't bear this scene.

Jiang Yi gritted his teeth, feeling the soul power from all directions, carrying endless sorrow and hope, continuously flowing into the giant sword. The originally dim sword body once again burst out with an unprecedentedly strong light!
That light, infused with the will and colors of countless heroic souls, became incomparably brilliant and sacred.

"Give them your all, and do not let their sacrifices be in vain. Evil will never prevail over good!"

(End of this chapter)