Sword Rises in the Blue Lagoon, Why Are All the Sword Cultivation Families Older Than Old Six?

The group arrived with great momentum above the former White Eagle Sect.

The White Eagle Sect was located in the vast Tian罡 Mountains, a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, shrouded in clouds and mist, like a giant dragon entrenched on the earth. The sect was built against the mountain, backed by White Eagle Peak, the summit of which was covered with snow all year round, with a biting cold, as if connected to the sky. The mountain gate of the White Eagle Sect was hidden among the mountains, surrounded by dense ancient forests, with only a winding stone staircase leading to the interior of the sect. The stone steps were covered with ancient runes, faintly emitting spiritual power fluctuations. Outsiders who trespassed would be trapped by the formation.

Ji Wushang and the others looked down, not saying a word, and took out their Emperor Weapons to break the formation. One person held an Emperor Weapon, and with the simultaneous efforts of several others, cracks soon appeared in the great formation, and it shattered instantly. Ji Wushang, Elder Xue, and the others looked at each other, wondering how it could be so easy.

At this moment, the great formation below shattered, and several people flew out from within, facing Ji Wushang and the others. Seeing this situation, their hearts tightened. They cupped their hands and saluted, saying, "May I ask why the seniors are breaking my White Eagle Sect's mountain protection formation?"

Ji Wushang looked them over and found that the highest cultivation was only at the Saint King Realm. He said, "Where are your elders? Why are only Saint Kings left?"

"Seniors, we are now affiliated with the Eight Extremes Sect..." Before the leading Saint King could finish speaking, Xie Wuya stretched out his palm, and a source energy hand formed in front of him, grabbing the speaker and beginning to search his soul. Ji Wushang and the others were not surprised by this scene. They knew Xie Wuya's character all too well; he was just this kind of person.

However, the others were frightened by this sudden scene and retreated hastily. They were blocked by the people from the Abandoned Land, cutting off their retreat. After Xie Wuya finished searching the soul, he explained to everyone, "A hundred years ago, these eight major forces joined together to form a sect called the Eight Extremes Sect. Eighty thousand years have passed, and after this blessing from heaven and earth, they now have one Great Emperor at the peak stage, four at the late stage, six at the middle stage, and ten at the early stage, totaling twenty-one Emperor Realm cultivators."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned serious. They were clearly no match for them here. Seeing everyone become silent, seven people walked out from the crowd. They had ordinary appearances and wore simple clothes. It was the seven members of the Ye family's Guardian Hall in disguise. The leader said, "You don't need to worry. The patriarch said to handle this matter quickly. Leave those at the Great Emperor middle stage and above to us. You are only responsible for those at the Great Emperor early stage and below."

"Understood, seniors." After everyone saluted, Ji Wushang slashed his sword towards the sect's headquarters below. Wherever the sword light passed, screams arose, and several mountains were split in half from the middle, causing heavy casualties. Then, he selected some Saint Realm cultivators and ordered them to clean up the mess here first, and then he followed Xie Wuya to the Eight Extremes Sect with the others.

Along the way, the massive crowd released their full aura, alarming many cultivators along the way. After two hours of flight, they arrived above the Eight Extremes Sect's headquarters, Tianxu Mountain. Looking out, seven purple lightning bolts coiled around the mountain, shrouding the entire solitary peak in dancing electric light. The mountainside upward was swallowed by thick cyan-gray mist, and thirty-six inverted pavilions could be vaguely seen piercing through the mist. Profound iron chains hung from the eaves, disappearing into the sea of clouds. Bronze trigram plates, the size of turtle shells, were tied to the ends of the chains, colliding with each other in the strong wind, emitting dull thunder.

At the foot of the mountain lay a three-hundred-zhang-wide rift valley. The cold air rising from the bottom of the valley condensed into ice crystal steps, with tadpole-like silver runes floating on the surface of each step. When viewed from ten miles away, the outline of the entire mountain would change with the hours—at chenshi (7-9 AM) it was like a sword drawn from its sheath, at wushi (11 AM-1 PM) it resembled a giant turtle lying on the ground, and at midnight it transformed into a coiled dragon. The deterrent formed by the mountain protection formation (Zhou Tian Myriad Image Instrument) distorting light and shadow caused even birds to detour spontaneously.

The only visible building was the boundary marker pavilion at the edge of the rift valley, with nine hundred and ninety-nine sheathless short blades embedded in the black obsidian pillar. The blades were all tilted outward at a forty-five-degree angle, vibrating at high frequency even when there was no wind, cutting the clouds and mist passing through the rift valley into regular diamond shapes. The stone tablet in the pavilion was only engraved with half a line of a remnant poem: "How can floating clouds obscure the view," the remaining sword energy at the break sealing the second half in the depths of the mist forever.

Elder Xue, being knowledgeable and experienced, said, "This sect protection formation uses distorted space and light as its core defense mechanism. Outsiders can only capture fragmented images of the sect."

Seeing this, Xie Wuya didn't say much, and stabbed out with his Emperor Weapon. The light around the formation rippled, resisting the attack.

The elders inside the Eight Extremes Sect felt the sect's great formation being attacked. As they got up, a deep voice came out, "Who dares to attack my sect's mountain protection formation?" As he spoke, three people appeared outside the formation. As soon as they came out, two sword lights and an ice cone slashed towards them. Caught off guard, the two sword shadows directly beheaded two people, and the remaining sword light shattered the souls of the two. The other person was not much better. Although it was not an Emperor Weapon, his Great Emperor early stage cultivation was severely injured by the sneak attack of a Great Emperor middle stage. He shouted, "Ancestor, save me!"

In just one exchange, two of the opponent's three Great Emperor early stage cultivators were killed and one was seriously injured.

"Courting death!" An angry roar came from inside the formation. A group of a dozen people appeared in front of the formation barrier, looking at Ji Wushang and the others. The old ancestor of the original White Eagle Sect scanned the entire field. The highest cultivation was only at the Great Emperor middle stage. He didn't seem to recognize any of these people. But being able to directly break into their mountain gate must mean they had backup and reliance.

He narrowed his eyes and said, "Who are you, why are you breaking into my mountain gate and killing my sect's elders?"

At this time, Elder Xue stood up and said, "It seems you've become forgetful in your old age, Bai Laogui. Don't you remember me?"

He thought for a moment, but his mind didn't seem to have any memory of this person. He said suspiciously, "I don't remember you, and I don't remember having any grudges between us."

"Good!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Wushang said loudly, "Then do you remember the Azure Wave Palace eighty thousand years ago, Azure Wave Great Emperor, and the Abandoned Land?" He gritted his teeth, spitting out each word.

Hearing this, Bai Laogui was stunned for a moment and said, "You are remnants of the Abandoned Land. Very good. Even if you didn't come, I was planning to find you. You've come so neatly. Since you're here today, don't think about going back. Go down and accompany that old thing, Azure Wave."

Before he could finish speaking, a brilliant sword light slashed towards him. It was one of the Ye family's Great Emperor peak stage cultivators making a move. The great battle was about to break out. Another Great Emperor peak stage cultivator from the Guardian Hall shattered the opponent's mountain protection formation with a few moves and began the slaughter.

Various magic weapons collided, dazzlingly. The aftermath destroyed one mountain after another, and screams arose everywhere. The seven members of the Ye family attacked at the same time, and the battlefield became a one-sided massacre.

Two quarters of an hour later, at the cost of one death and three serious injuries, the entire Eight Extremes Sect was wiped out. Everyone stood in the ruined headquarters of the Eight Extremes Sect, and at that moment, except for the few members of the Ye family's Guardian Hall, everyone knelt down in the void in unison.