diskusbooks Chapter 1803 Revealing the Truth
Chapter 1803 Revealing the Truth
Mingchuan gave a wry smile: "It seems I've been thoroughly targeted."
"It's not just Longyin Temple that's eyeing you." Crimson Flame Fox snorted. "After this incident, your reputation in the Spirit Realm is probably going to soar. You fought against three Nascent Soul cultivators, attracted the help of Elder Lingxu and a few of us, and led everyone to escape death... Hehe, now those kids outside look at you like you're a god."
His words eased the tension slightly.
When everyone thought back to the countless gazes that had been fixed on Mingchuan when they entered Wangxiantai earlier, a gaze filled with gratitude, admiration, and curiosity, they couldn't help but smile.
"Prestige is a good thing, but it's also a pressure." Master Lingxu looked at Mingchuan and said earnestly, "After this calamity, the people of the Spirit Realm are yearning for change. Their illusions about the Holy Realm have been shattered, and they crave to have their own power and leaders. You, and the Wanchuan Sect, have been pushed into this position."
Mingchuan's expression turned solemn, and he nodded emphatically: "This junior understands. With great power comes great responsibility."
“You can’t handle this alone,” Sect Master Ye interjected, his gaze sweeping over all the young faces present. “From today onward, our five major sects must truly unite and work together as one! We must integrate resources, cultivate talents, and enhance our overall strength! Only in this way can we cope with the challenges that may come from the Holy Domain or even from other sources in the future!”
"Sect Leader Ye is absolutely right." Sect Leaders Lin, Mu, and Chu all nodded in agreement.
This incident made them see clearly the cruel nature beneath the glamorous facade of the Holy Domain, and also made them realize the urgency of unity and self-improvement within the Spirit Domain.
“Perfect timing,” Jin Man said, her charming face revealing shrewdness and competence. “Although the Wangxiantai Grand Competition was disrupted, it also selected many truly promising talents. They witnessed the changes at Dengyuntai firsthand, their character was tempered, and they no longer harbor any illusions about the Holy Domain. They are truly promising individuals. I suggest that the five major sects jointly establish the Spirit Domain Elite Hall to concentrate resources on cultivating these core disciples and establish a closer alliance mechanism.”
The suggestion was immediately approved by everyone.
Next, the group discussed many details, such as how to deal with the injured on Dengyuntai.
Lingxu Zhenren and the three spirit beasts stated that they would remain in the Spirit Realm temporarily, partly to help stabilize the situation and partly to deter outsiders, demonstrating that the Spirit Realm was not without support.
The meeting lasted for several hours.
As Mingchuan walked out of the temporary council hall, the afterglow of the setting sun was casting a warm golden glow on the mottled ancient ruins of Wangxiantai.
Below, the survivors of Dengyuntai, who had received initial treatment and reassurance, mingled with the original cultivators of Wangxiantai, talking in hushed tones, sharing their relief at surviving the ordeal and their anxieties about the future.
But in many people's eyes, there is less confusion and fear, and more determination to fight a common enemy.
Ah Xiong and Zhao Hu led the Zhan Tang disciples on patrol and guard duty.
Leng Xi and the other two women are helping Qingmianhu take care of the seriously injured.
Ye Chuhan, Lin Ruowei, and others were reviewing the list of achievements from this competition.
Jinman and Jizhou discussed the sect's next arrangements in hushed tones.
Everything is slowly recovering from the pain, rebuilding itself from the ruins.
Mingchuan took a deep breath, feeling the stable and surging spiritual power within his body and his more resilient soul. He looked towards the sky in the direction of the Holy Domain, his gaze profound.
Yueyao, Longyin Temple, Sacred Domain...
You will have to pay for today's debt in blood!
As the sun set, the lights on the Wangxiantai Terrace lit up one by one. The soft glow intertwined with the spiritual light of the protective array, dispelling the chill of the approaching night and the lingering unease.
Inside the temporary resettlement area, the survivors of Dengyuntai had received initial treatment and rest, and their emotions had calmed down considerably, but the shock of surviving the ordeal and the uncertainty about the future still lingered between their brows.
The original cultivators of Wangxiantai gathered a little further away, casting curious, sympathetic, and inquisitive glances from time to time, whispering about the shocking change that had occurred during the day, a change that seemed both distant and yet so close.
A subtle silence and a sense of anticipation filled the air.
Everyone knows that some things need to be made clear.
The central viewing platform has been rearranged, and the flags of the five major sects stand side by side and flutter on the high platform.
The four powerful figures, Sect Master Ye, Sect Master Lin, Sect Master Mu, and Sect Master Chu, sat upright at the back, their auras deep and resolute, like four insurmountable mountains, giving everyone the most solid confidence.
Ahead of them stood a solitary figure in a black robe.
It was Mingchuan.
He had changed into a clean, dark robe, his long hair tied up, and although his face was still pale from blood loss, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his eyes were clear and firm under the lamplight, with a faint silver glint.
He didn't release any pressure; he just stood there quietly, and naturally became the focus of tens of thousands of eyes in the audience.
The noise gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath, waiting.
Mingchuan's gaze slowly swept over every face in the audience.
Those survivors of the Cloud Ascension Platform bearing scars and tear stains, those young and energetic cultivators of the Immortal Gazing Platform filled with confusion, as well as disciples of the Myriad Rivers Sect such as Ah Xiong and Zhao Hu, core members of various sects such as Ye Chuhan and Lin Ruowei, and the worried yet supportive eyes of Leng Xi and the other two women...
He took a deep breath, and his clear voice, infused with spiritual power, resonated clearly throughout every corner of Wangxiantai.
"Fellow Daoists."
"Today, a tragedy occurred at Dengyuntai, three hundred miles away from us. It was a conspiracy and massacre meticulously planned by Fairy Yao of the Sacred Domain, under the guise of selecting talents!"
Straight to the point, with no attempt to hide anything!
The audience erupted in uproar!
Although there had been suspicions, hearing such direct accusations from Mingchuan himself still sent chills down many people's spines.
Mingchuan raised his hand to suppress the sound, and after the noise subsided slightly, he continued, his tone heavy and forceful:
"The Soul-Locking Evil Array plunders foundations and devours souls! Hundreds of young talents from the Spirit Realm and even the outer realms were reduced to withered bones in an instant! Furthermore, a senior from the outer realms was killed by Yue Yao with a flick of her finger for speaking out for justice, his soul and spirit annihilated!"
With each word he spoke, the faces of the survivors of Dengyuntai below the stage grew paler, and their eyes filled with even deeper grief and indignation, while the cultivators of Wangxiantai listened with trepidation and lingering fear.
If they hadn't chosen Wangxiantai, they would probably have become the dead souls in the formation by now!
"Why are they like this?" Mingchuan's voice suddenly rose, filled with a chilling question, "It's because our Spirit Realm is full of talented people with unlimited potential! It's because they covet our talents and see us as resources that they can pick and plunder at will! It's because they are used to being high and mighty and think that the lives and dignity of cultivators in the Spirit Realm can be trampled on by them!"
"What holy grace, what supreme opportunity? It's nothing but a gorgeous cloak for this bloody harvest! It's a trap leading to enslavement and death!"
The words were like thunderclaps, exploding in everyone's hearts and shattering the last shred of unrealistic fantasy they had about the Holy Land!