AWB Chapter 309 Resistance
Chapter 309 Resistance
"Stop talking, sister. My current identity will only cause panic among people." Xie Wanning sighed helplessly.
Now that she has witnessed the tragic deaths of her companions, is powerless to watch the cultivation world descend into chaos, and has no chance to fight against the Heavenly Dao again, what face does she have left to stay here?
Rather than causing panic, it's better for people to feel at ease once they've left.
"So, you're going to take all the blame again? Wan Ning, once you explain things clearly, there won't be any misunderstandings." Xie Wanxun held Xie Wan Ning's hand tightly, refusing to let go.
"This divine fire was set up by Fusang; what does it have to do with you? Why do you bear the suffering of others on your own shoulders?"
Xie Wanxun looked at the frightened people and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Standing in front of you is the leader of Qingyun Sect, not Fusang who lets the divine fire spread."
However, people's eyes were filled with uncertainty and doubt.
Xie Wanxun suddenly paused. When she saw that look in her eyes, she was reminded of her past life, when she was also distrusted and blamed by the disciples of Qingyun Sect in the same way.
Therefore, mortals fear divine fire, and Qingyun Sect disciples fear demons; all of this is to make Xie Wanning lose the trust of others.
Fusang can make the disciples of Qingyun Sect distrust her, and she can also make ordinary people distrust Wan Ning.
This is just a tactic Fusang uses to suppress Wan Ning.
Unfortunately, those involved are often blinded by their own perspective, while bystanders see things more clearly. Xie Wanning clearly hadn't considered this.
Xie Wanning flung Xie Wanxun's hand away and, without looking back, stepped onto Luo Ze's sword.
Xie Wanxun's expression changed, and the Xuan Sword at his waist blocked Xie Wanning's path.
"Sister, don't force me." Xie Wanning was surrounded by a chilling aura, and the blade of the Xuan Sword was covered with a thick layer of frost.
Xie Wanxun raised her eyes, her gaze shining brightly as she stared at Xie Wanning's retreating figure, her hands clenched into fists. After a long silence, she made up her mind and slowly spoke, her voice trembling slightly: "Are you just leaving like this? Aren't you going to say goodbye to your master and your junior brothers and sisters?"
"Don't lie to me, I can't sense their presence. They've probably been killed by the demons long ago!" Xie Wanning slowly turned around, her face filled with exhaustion and pain. Her lips moved, and her voice was squeezed out from deep in her throat, as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
Upon hearing these utterly absurd remarks, Xie Wanxun was first stunned, then a surge of anger rose from the bottom of her heart, burning her cheeks.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white, her body trembled slightly, and she bit her lips until they turned white before she said, "Wan Ning, the spiritual energy in this Spirit Gathering Array is so abundant, don't you find it strange? Where in the cultivation world can you find so much spiritual energy now? This spiritual energy is what your master and junior brothers and sisters desperately poured into the array, all to protect these mortals."
The words had barely left her lips when Xie Wanning jerked violently, nearly falling from Luo Ze's sword. Her eyes widened, staring intently at Xie Wanxun. Her lips parted slightly, but she remained silent for a long moment, her face filled with shock and confusion, muttering to herself, "No, no..."
“You can ask them. Mrs. Wu, please recount what happened!” Xie Wanxun’s tone softened, but her face was somewhat pale.
Madam Wu stepped forward and told the truth.
Not long ago, the cultivators of Qingyun Sect settled the mortals, and the demons and monsters also behaved themselves and did not cause trouble.
Unexpectedly, the entire demon race suddenly went berserk for some unknown reason. Their auras became chaotic, and their eyes instantly turned bloodshot, emitting an eerie crimson glow. They roared to the sky, their voices sharp and piercing, causing the surrounding air to buzz.
Immediately afterwards, the demons charged forward like a pack of mad beasts, leaving nothing but devastation in their wake. Wherever they went, flowers, grass, and trees were shredded by the demonic energy, turning everything into a scene of utter devastation.
Just as the cultivators were struggling to fight the demons, the power of the divine fire in the sky suddenly increased, striking the protective barrier heavily like hail, causing the entire Qingyun Sect to tremble.
The divine fire, carrying boundless heat and violent power, roared and pounced on the protective barrier like a ferocious beast. The barrier, which originally emitted a soft yet resilient light, now flickered violently under the impact of the divine fire, teetering on the verge of collapse like a candle in the wind.
At the edge where the divine fire touched the protective shield, fine cracks appeared on the shield, resembling a tattered spider web, spreading out at an extremely rapid speed.
Immediately afterwards, with a loud "crack," the protective shield shattered completely like crystal, turning into countless fragments of light that dissipated into the air. The divine fire, undiminished in its power, continued to ravage forward, igniting everything in its path and turning it to ashes.
The entire Qingyun Sect was transformed into a living hell. All the buildings collapsed, trees burned, and people fled in panic, only to find there was no escape.
Just as the divine fire raged across the Qingyun Sect and the demon race erupted in rebellion, people saw a demon raise a token. The token instantly burst forth with dazzling purple light, which spread outwards like a tidal wave. The berserk demons, who had been attacking indiscriminately out of control, now raised their heads under the purple light. Their scarlet eyes suddenly became clear, their bodies began to tremble slightly, and the ferocity on their faces gradually softened.
Xia Mengchu looked at the demons who had regained consciousness, and heard the rumbling sound of the ground collapsing and people's cries for help.
Seeing the divine fire growing ever stronger, Xia Mengchu shouted, "All demons, heed my command! Today, even if we die in battle, we cannot allow this divine fire to destroy our land!"
"Yes!"
Xia Mengchu's voice was full of power, making every demon's blood boil.
The divine fire, like rolling magma, overflowed from the horizon, carrying a world-destroying momentum and instantly engulfing the Qingyun Sect.
The demons unleashed their strongest spells, streaks of black demonic light clashing with golden divine fire, producing deafening roars. Their bodies were scorched by the divine fire, their clothes ablaze, their hair curled, yet not a single demon chose to flee.
"kill!"
"Never back down!"
Shouts rang out from the sea of fire as the demons took to the air, using their own flesh and blood to build a wall against the divine fire, defending the Qingyun Sect with their lives.
Demons are bloodthirsty and warlike, but they are never afraid of death.
The divine fire scorched their bodies, making a sizzling sound, and their painful screams were mixed with the cracking sound of demonic energy.
"We cannot retreat either!" The cultivators drew their sharp blades and magical artifacts, rushing into the air to block the raging divine fire.
Broken armor and bloodstained talismans fell from the sky, sharp blades were reduced to scrap metal under the scorching of divine fire, and magical artifacts could not withstand the onslaught of divine fire.
Those brave and fearless cultivators sprang into action instantly. Riding on their immortal swords, their bodies surging with spiritual energy, they flew towards the divine fire like a cluster of dazzling stars, before falling from the sky like shooting stars.
"Sister, it's dangerous, don't go." Mu Ruo grabbed Mu Zhi's arm, her eyes full of resistance.
"No, I must stop the divine fire." Mu Zhi pried Mu Ruo's hand away. She stood on the flying artifact and flew towards the sky full of divine fire. The flute in her hand began to play. The flute music suddenly rose, sounding like weeping and lamenting, yet it also concealed a deadly intent. The originally gentle melody suddenly changed, transforming into visible sound waves that roared towards the divine fire like sharp blades.
Unfortunately, no matter how sharp the attack, it could not stop the divine fire from annihilating everything.
As Mu Zhi watched the divine fire draw ever closer, the sound of her flute became clearer and crisper.
The divine fire struck her, but she remained oblivious and continued playing her flute.
In the chaos, the melodious flute music was drowned out by screams. Mu Zhi looked at the distant horizon, her flute falling to the ground, the last note of the piece low and crisp.
Did you hear that, Second Brother?
Mu Zhi was surrounded by divine fire and finally slowly fell.