The War of the Gods in the Great Void God King

Inside the stone house, Jiang Fan squatted down and wiped away the last trace of dark red blood from the ground with his fingertips. The bluestone floor was cleaned up again, and there was no trace of the battle.

Zhang Tao's body was also dragged into the dry well in the backyard, the well opening was sealed with gravel, and then buried with layers of soil, leaving no trace.

Wearing a faded gray robe, he concealed all outward aura of the Golden Dragon King of the Void, with no spiritual energy fluctuations around him, looking no different from an ordinary disciple mining.

The continuous rumbling sounds outside the gate continued to tremble, and the entire Tianyuan Dao Sect mountain continued to shake. The humming of the sect's protective formation shattering grew louder and louder, and the pressure of the Core Formation old monster was like a thick dark cloud, pressing down on the entire mountain gate.

Jiang Fan pushed open the wooden door and looked towards the sect's training ground. Flames soared into the sky, weapons clashed, and cultivators screamed in agony. The training ground, which had been a place of quiet cultivation for a hundred years, had been completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

He lay dormant here for months, mining, enduring humiliation, and scheming in silence. He had also completed all the initial stages of his cultivation. Now that the Taoist sect was on the verge of destruction, it was the best time to withdraw.

He didn't take the main mountain path, which was crowded with cultivators from both factions fighting, making it easy for him to be stopped and questioned.

Jiang Fan turned and stepped into a secluded path overgrown with weeds on the back mountain. The dense bushes in the forest concealed his figure, and he avoided the wounded and fleeing Taoist disciples who were lying on the ground groaning. He walked steadily down the mountain.

Broken weapons and blood-stained Taoist robes were everywhere along the way. The disciples who used to mine with him lay dead by the roadside, lifeless. Jiang Fan kept his eyes straight ahead, his heart unmoved.

In recent times, he has seen through the dog-eat-dog world of cultivation. The Tianyuan Dao Sect is just a temporary stop for him. The grudges and life-and-death struggles here cannot stop him from fulfilling his promise to meet the one-year deadline.

The humiliation from Liu Ruyan, the expectations of the Jiang family elders, and the waiting from Liu Ruxue all urged him to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, Jiang Fan completely stepped out of the Tianyuan Dao Sect's mountain gate area. Looking back, the spiritual light on the mountaintop had completely dimmed, and the azure protective array that had guarded the sect for hundreds of years was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The next moment, a jet-black Core Formation blade slashed down from the sky. With a crisp "crack", the sect's protective array, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, collapsed. The countless blue array patterns vanished like bubbles, leaving no barrier whatsoever.

The remaining Taoist elders and disciples lost their protection, and martial arts cultivators swarmed in, completely dissipating their resistance in a short time.

High above the mountain gate, the martial arts sect leader, dressed in a black robe that fluttered without wind, hovered above the clouds, his aura of a Core Formation stage cultivator enveloping all directions.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the corpses scattered on the ground and the trembling survivors below. The murderous intent surging around him slowly subsided, and a soft sigh echoed throughout the entire mountain.

"That's enough."

"This is our sect leader's personal grudge, and it shouldn't affect the lower-level disciples and your elders. Today, our martial sect will not exterminate them."

"All surviving members of the Tianyuan Dao Sect are hereby exonerated of their past crimes. From this day forward, the Tianyuan Dao Sect shall be disbanded on the spot, with no more lineage."

The surviving members of the Taoist sect were shaken. Their tense minds suddenly relaxed, and a mixture of bewilderment and relief at surviving the ordeal caused many disciples to collapse to the ground.

The martial arts sect leader spoke again, his voice carrying a recruitment intent: "In that case, those who have nowhere to cultivate can join my martial arts sect. Resources will be allocated as usual, and they will not be treated differently."

At the front of the crowd, Elder Wang was covered in wounds of varying depths, his spiritual power almost exhausted, his white hair stained with blood, and his weathered face filled with endless sorrow.

He looked up at the shattered mountain gate and main hall. The glazed tiles on the roof were all broken, and the hall was covered with cracks. The century-old lineage had been completely severed from its foundation today.

The tide has turned, and there is no possibility of reversing it. Holding on will only increase casualties.

After a long silence, Elder Wang slowly raised his hand, his hoarse and weary voice echoing through the crowd, saying, "Fellow disciples, the foundation of our sect has been destroyed, and we have nowhere to stand. There is no need to cling to our beliefs."

"Those of you who wish to join the martial arts sect and find a place to cultivate and settle down may simply come forward and submit."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young disciples, who had been suppressing their emotions for so long, were all moved.

Most of them came from ordinary backgrounds, without powerful family backing. Having lost the protection of the Taoist sect, no other sect was willing to take them in. Joining the martial arts sect was the only safe way out.

Hundreds of disciples stepped forward one after another, bowed, and walked towards the martial arts faction's camp, bowing their heads in submission.

Only four core elders, severely injured, could not let go of the destroyed lineage in their hearts and were unwilling to submit to their enemies. They silently packed their remaining belongings, dragged their broken bodies, and went down the mountain alone. From then on, they lived in seclusion in the city and never set foot in the cultivation world again.

Thus, the Tianyuan Dao Sect, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, completely disappeared from the cultivation landscape of Tianyuan City, leaving no trace.

On the high platform, the Yun Tian Sect members quietly observed the entire event.

Ye Qingxian's beautiful eyes were filled with anger. She had come here today specifically because she had taken a liking to Jiang Fan's extraordinary talent—he had no spiritual roots but possessed a heaven-defying physical body. She planned to bring him back to the Yuntian Sect after the battle and personally take him under her wing for intensive training. However, now that the Daoist sect had finished counting the disciples who had surrendered to the Martial Sect and the corpses on the battlefield, Jiang Fan was nowhere to be found.

Ling Feng stepped forward and reported in a low voice, "Senior Sister, we have sent people to check everyone one by one. He is not on the list of disciples who have submitted to the Martial Sect. We have also checked all the corpses on the battlefield. Jiang Fan is not there. It's as if he has vanished into thin air."

After a moment's thought, Ling Feng offered his guess: "Judging from this situation, he must have foreseen the inevitable destruction of the Daoist sect and took advantage of the chaos of war to escape down the mountain alone."

Ye Qingxian slowly nodded, agreeing with Ling Feng's point of view.

Her usually cold eyes were filled with regret and anger. She had traveled extensively and met countless geniuses, but a young man like Jiang Fan, with his calm temperament and formidable combat power, was one in a million. If she missed him today, she would never find another like him.

"Damn it, he took the opportunity to escape from the jade we had just gotten our hands on."

Ye Qingxian frowned and ordered the disciples behind her in a deep voice, "Immediately split into multiple groups to search down the mountain. He has only been gone for half an hour, so he must not have gone far. We must stop him and bring him back to Yuntian Sect."

Several disciples of the Yuntian Sect received the order and immediately scattered to search along the various roads at the foot of the mountain, but they were ultimately a step too late.

At this moment, Jiang Fan had already left the mountain gate of the Tianyuan City Dao Sect and stepped into the outer edge of the endless Tianmo Mountain Range. He was steadily moving towards Tiandu City on the other side of the Tianmo Mountain Range, and the Yuntian Sect members could not even catch his trace.

Jiang Fan walked along the mountain path, where towering ancient trees blocked out the sunlight, and a light mist hung in the air.

The Tianmo Mountain Range stretches between Tianyuan City and Tiandu City, with continuous mountain ranges and teeming with demonic beasts, making it a recognized dangerous area in the surrounding region.

The journey across the mountains to reach Tiandu City would take at least four days by horse-drawn carriage.