Chapter 124: The Taisu Immortal Pavilion Descendant Reappears
Everyone looked up and saw a woman in her late twenties, dressed in flowing white robes, her beauty breathtaking.
She descended from the sky, her feet on a swirling cloud, like a celestial being, her appearance ethereal and otherworldly.
Within the chasm, the Ancestral Altar and the Ghost Extreme Sect were locked in a fierce battle. The Ghost Extreme Sect had suffered heavy losses, but the army of corpses had put immense pressure on the Ancestral Altar.
The fighting stopped as everyone stared at the descending figure.
Outside the mountain, hidden martial artists watched the battle at Dragon Head Mountain. News of the conflict had spread through Dàxīng City. Imperial soldiers had suffered heavy casualties, and the Shark Dragon Gang was almost completely annihilated, their leader, Bei Tonghui, nowhere to be seen.
Few knew the reason for this battle, but the sight of Dragon Head Mountain splitting apart, a golden light emanating from within, indicated something momentous was happening.
And then, the Gates of Hell opened, a ghostly realm spreading outwards, filling the hidden observers with dread.
At that moment, the woman descended from the sky on a swirling cloud, her beauty like the moon itself, a mesmerizing sight, a true “celestial being descending to the mortal world.”
“Who are you?” a voice boomed, shaking the earth.
It was Peng Tianwang, the leader of the Ghost Extreme Sect.
The woman on the cloud said, her voice melodious, “Yun Caiyao of the Taisu Immortal Pavilion greets Leader Peng of the Ghost Extreme Sect and Grandmother Ba of the Ancestral Altar.”
Her voice, although soft and gentle, far less powerful than Peng Tianwang’s, reached everyone present, near and far.
A gasp went through the crowd… The Taisu Immortal Pavilion!
The legendary Taisu Immortal Pavilion… had finally appeared!
Even in these dark times, a legend persisted within the martial world:
When the immortals of the Taisu Immortal Pavilion returned, light would return to the world.
And now, at this critical moment, an immortal of the Taisu Immortal Pavilion had descended.
Within the chasm, Peng Tianwang’s expression changed, and Grandmother Ba narrowed her eyes.
The cloud platform floated above the swirling golden energy, which began to rotate.
The golden streams of energy, previously being pulled in two directions, now converged. Peng Tianwang and Grandmother Ba’s faces paled.
They both used their techniques, trying to reclaim the True Dragon’s energy, but the golden aura, swirling beneath the cloud platform, formed a rotating sphere, like the sun and moon combined.
The immortal from the Taisu Immortal Pavilion stood above this golden sphere, seemingly walking on the sun and moon, and then, with a gentle push, she began to ascend, carrying the massive sphere of energy with her.
“Leader Peng, the paths of the living and the dead are separate. The mortal world is for the living, the underworld for the dead. Although the mortal world has its flaws, who can say a ghostly realm would be any better? To sacrifice an entire city for your own twisted beliefs… such an act is an abomination.”
“Grandmother Ba, the Ancestral Altar came from the steppes, enjoying wealth and power for three hundred years. But all things rise and fall. Your people have become corrupt and decadent, like a dying tree clinging to a volcano about to erupt. If you don’t return to the steppes soon, you will be destroyed.”
The golden sphere rose from the chasm, hanging above Dàxīng City. Countless people poured into the streets, staring at the wondrous sight.
Tonight was the night of the full moon, the moon itself a silver disc in the sky, its light bright and clear.
But now, the golden sphere rivaled the moon’s brilliance, like the sun and moon vying for dominance.
And between the “sun” and the “moon,” the beautiful woman, bathed in golden and silver light, was like a celestial being, her beauty breathtaking.
This dreamlike scene, etched in the minds of all who witnessed it, would never be forgotten.
“As for this True Dragon energy, summoned here long ago, it’s time for it to return,” the beautiful woman said, and with a gentle turn, the golden sphere exploded, scattering into countless sparks that flew in all directions.
It was like a shower of falling stars, a dazzling display.
As the golden sparks faded, Peng Tianwang’s Four Pearls of the Underworld shattered above him, and he coughed up blood.
The black archway transformed back into a coffin, then exploded. The surrounding corpses collapsed. Peng Tianwang, his body wracked with pain, fell to the ground. The remaining Ghost Extreme Sect members rushed to his side and, supporting him, retreated.
Grandmother Ba stared at the pearl before her, its golden light swirling within, her expression grim. She sighed softly and looked up at the woman in the sky.
The woman had transformed into a rainbow of light, the scattering sparks forming a shimmering backdrop, as she ascended and disappeared.
If Shi Hao had been there, he would have said… Show off.
And she had done it spectacularly.
The battle at Dragon Head Mountain had ended unexpectedly. But for Dàxīng City, it was a sleepless night.
The Shark Dragon Gang, like moths drawn to a flame, had gained nothing from this conflict, their forces decimated by their reckless assault on Dragon Head Mountain.
But with the battle over, the other gangs, like sharks sensing blood, descended upon the weakened Shark Dragon Gang, seizing their territory and resources.
The remaining gang members searched desperately for their leader, but he was nowhere to be found.
And the more perceptive among them wondered what the Ghost Extreme Sect had offered Bei Tonghui to make him sacrifice his entire organization.
The Ancestral Altar represented the barbarian court. The Shark Dragon Gang’s actions tonight were tantamount to rebellion. Even if they had survived, they wouldn’t be able to remain in Dàxīng City.
And their losses had been devastating. The promise of a non-existent “treasure” had led them to their doom.
As for the Ghost Extreme Sect, once their true intentions were revealed, they were universally condemned.
Although everyone knew the demonic sects were ruthless, no one had imagined they would attempt to sacrifice an entire city, transforming it into a “ghostly realm.”
Almost everyone had believed the treasure was real; otherwise, why would the Shark Dragon Gang, the Ghost Extreme Sect, and the Ancestral Altar fight over it?
Many gangs had hoped to claim a share of the spoils, but there was no treasure. The Ghost Extreme Sect had simply wanted to create chaos and destruction.
The demonic sects… those mysterious and unsettling figures in the shadows of the martial world… had once again proven themselves to be nothing but madmen.
The surviving Ghost Extreme Sect experts, carrying their injured leader, who had suffered backlash from the destruction of the Four Pearls of the Underworld, fled Dàxīng City.
Although considered madmen by the martial world, they knew their plan had been sound. If Dàxīng City had become a ghostly realm, they would have controlled it completely, then expanded westward, conquering West Shu.
The barbarian court would have been forced to recognize their claim, and the Ghost Extreme Sect, emerging from the shadows, would have established their own kingdom.
But the descendant of the Taisu Immortal Pavilion had appeared, effortlessly dispelling the True Dragon energy, using its residual power to destroy the Four Pearls of the Underworld and shatter the Ghost Coffin.
And as they fled, the three Evil Lotus factions attacked.
The three factions, divided for over two hundred years, had united, relentlessly pursuing them.
The Ghost Extreme Sect’s losses mounted. As the battle raged, they realized the Evil Lotus factions’ true target was Blood Shadow Undying Child.
Left with no other choice, they abandoned him, sacrificing him to escape.
After this battle, the Ghost Extreme Sect, once the most powerful demonic sect, had lost over half of its experts. Although not completely destroyed, their decline was inevitable.
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