ner befitting an elder, though everyone present was of the same generation of cultivators, in terms of age, he was indeed old enough to be considered one.Let me know if you have any other text you'd l..."Master!" Xiang Qingcheng's eyes welled up with tears. Yuqing Xian Palace was far from Dongzhou, bordering Beiming, and it had always stayed out of Dongzhou affairs. Xiang Qingcheng knew how difficult this decision must have been for her master.
"Well, you don't need to feel guilty either. Your master talked to me for a long time, trying to forcibly sever your past. That wasn't fair to you."
The old monster, Wushan, shook his head and vanished into the distance. "Remember this well, the five eminent monks of the Buddhist Sect's Tiger Formation, along with four other Mahayana cultivators and tribulation cultivators, have an immense depth of resources far exceeding that of the Immortal Palace. If you decide to take action, you must make a decisive move to control everything and prevent any unforeseen disasters from befalling the Immortal Palace."
“Yes, Master Uncle, this disciple remembers. I apologize on behalf of my master. Now that this matter is settled, this disciple will definitely return to Yuqing Immortal Palace and fulfill the duty of a disciple.” Xiang Qingcheng bowed deeply.
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"Letting the future leader of the Palace Gate go like this, I still can't bear it." Wu Shan Lao Gui looked at Xiang Qingcheng's figure drifting away from the bamboo grove, sighing deeply. "Flowers have intentions, but water has no feelings. It's a pity for that Si Kong boy."
"The most difficult thing in this world to fathom is the word 'love,' each person has their own unique way of experiencing it. If you confine her within the palace walls, with worries weighing on her heart, her cultivation might stagnate here." At this moment, an old woman with white hair and a youthful face appeared, holding an ice-snake staff. She moved with a flash and stood beside Wu Shan Monster. This old woman was none other than Yu Xu Zhenren, the current Palace Master of Yu Qing Xian Gong.
"My senior sister failed to pass the tribulation and can still protect the palace for a while. Otherwise, I truly don't know where the immortal palace would be." Wushan Old Demon said, "Before, I interfered with all interactions between Dan Bing and King Lu. This time, I let Dan Bing handle it herself, hoping she wouldn't hesitate and could smoothly resolve this karmic debt."
"I hope so."
The Yèshí clan in the chaotic Yao domain does not have individual strength that surpasses other cultivators, nor do they possess various transformations like other races. However, the entire Yèshí clan, from their days of struggling for survival, has inherited a high level of unity and obedience after meeting Lú Xiǎotiān, or perhaps a strong belief.
This belief is also passed down from generation to generation among the weak in Ye Shi, and those who have cultivated successfully, like Bai Li, as time goes by, that original belief, which was already deeply rooted, becomes like a brand imprinted on their souls.
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Driven by this faith, the Yestone people, though inferior in individual combat skills compared to other races, had achieved unparalleled prowess in group warfare.Every cultivator who embarks on the path of immortality seeks their own way. Even if they practice the same cultivation techniques, different experiences lead to unique insights for each person. Over time, the differences will only grow larger.
Only the Pagestone people, under their deep-seated faith that resonates within their souls, still maintain a high degree of unity. When thousands of Pagestone people form an array, the imposing and unified aura they exude chills the hearts of all who witness it.
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Looking at these thousands of yeestone people arrayed in neat formations, many cultivators resembled well-trained armies from the mundane world. However, each of these individuals within the formation possessed varying strengths and weaknesses in their aura fluctuations.
This unified military formation, like ordinary mortals, yet far more disciplined than worldly armies, was cohesive as a mountain and heavy as the earth. It seemed this army had been born to merge with the earth itself. The hundreds of monks headed to the Demon Realm, upon encountering this Yestone tribe's formation, also paled in fear.
"Amitabha Buddha, this poor monk considers himself to have never offended the nobility, so why would they turn against our Buddhist sect" A black-faced monk stepped forward with clasped hands. However, looking at the Jade Stone Clan before them, their unified and unwavering aura intimidated both Wu Que and his disciples behind him. Neither wanted to fight the Jade Stone Clan to the death.
“If I am humiliated, I will die! The Yèshí Clan and the Buddhist Sect will never cease fighting!” Among the ranks of the Yèshí Clan army, a tall middle-aged man with a face as cold as iron slammed his large shield onto the ground. Behind him, hundreds of clansmen moved in unison, their hundreds of shields slamming heavily onto the ground.
With the descent of hundreds of earthen yellow shields, a thick wave of earthy yellow rippled across the ground. It surged forward with incredible speed towards the hundreds of monks opposite them.
"Earth-Splitting Sword Style, Attack!" The middle-aged man roared.
Hundreds of pages of stone clan wielded their spirit swords, drawing them forward. Countless earthen yellow spiritual lights sprang from the ground, converging into a gigantic sword that slashed towards the hundreds of Buddha Sect cultivators opposite them.
Among the hundreds of monks across, more than half were chanting Buddhist scriptures. The sound of their chanting formed a giant bell, shrouding each one in its resonance. Even though these hundreds of monks had mastered martial arts and considered themselves no less skilled than other sects, compared to the members of the Yèshí clan who devoted themselves to this path, they could not achieve such perfect unison.
Relying solely on the giant bell, it was impossible to withstand the attacks of hundreds of Stone Clan members. In a short moment, the giant bell became unstable, and the energy forming the bell showed chaotic fluctuations. It was constantly torn open by large and small cracks.
Other monks each cast out their own treasures to make up for these constantly appearing gaps.
“Wrath of the Earth!”
"No return!"
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"A heart of stone!"
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"Death but no life!"
The sound of hundreds of pages of stone people stomping together, then another sword slashed, and hundreds of people marched in unison, their heavy footsteps pounding the ground like a war drum. The murderous aura was so intense that almost anyone who wasn't mentally strong enough would be shattered by it.
The Yeestone people walk on two legs, their speed is not fast, but the feeling they give is like a war beast charging. Once caught in the whirlpool of war, there is no escape.
"These Page Stone Clan members are lunatics!" Many demon clans, or other cultivators, watched this scene from afar. Over the years, the leader of the Page Stone Clan had also rapidly expanded their influence. As the number of cultivators increased, the resources and territory they occupied naturally grew as well.
The Yeestone Clan is no longer the small, isolated tribe of yore, always on the brink of extinction due to a potential accident. Over these many years, their numbers have grown to millions, and outsiders are unaware of the exact figure. While not the most outstanding in terms of cultivation, the Yeestone Clan harbors a fervent admiration for the legendary Land Sage King.
Even though Lu Xiaotian was suppressed by the Buddhist sect this time, in the eyes of outsiders, he was not guilty of defeat. Being able to fight against five eminent monks of the Buddhist sect alone, although defeated, was still honorable. But in the eyes of the Yèshí clan, the Saint fought five high priests alone and without any support. For so many years, the Yèshí clan has been protected by the Saint, but they have never been able to provide the Saint with the help they deserve. This left the entire Yèshí clan filled with shame.
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