Remould the Glory of Sword Art

Kowtows echoed within the grand hall.

Xie Xuanyi silently watched these female disciples... He probably understood why Lu Yuan had spoken those words.

Because their injuries were too severe.

If there were no miraculous spirit pills, perhaps not a single one of them would leave the Secret Realm alive this time.

In other words,

they had long been prepared to meet their deaths!

If he had not arrived in time,

today's battle would probably end with all of them sacrificing themselves as the conclusion—

With Chu Man's character, she absolutely would not leave any survivors.

"Everyone, rise,"

Xie Xuanyi did not accept this kowtow.

He looked at Lu Yuan and at these Baihua Valley disciples, calmly saying, "Surviving is a good thing. If you already have the courage to face death... then try, try to survive."

As soon as he spoke,

Lu Yuan lifted her head in confusion.

The other Baihua Valley disciples also seemed perplexed.

"If I am not mistaken, this grand hall is one of Bai Ze's 'array hubs' that he crafted."

Xie Xuanyi slowly walked to the center of the grand hall.

The empty hall had a chest-high stele standing in the middle.

Xie Xuanyi raised his palm and slowly lowered it.

The squarely-cut stele precisely accommodated a dangling palm.

The stable surface of the stele was engraved with complex and obscure strange patterns... but only half!

"Array hub?"

Lu Yuan stood up; they had already studied this grand hall once, and the most noteworthy part was this protruding stele.

But they did not recognize the script on the stele.

"The Bai Ze Secret Realm is 'alive,' constantly in operation,"

Xie Xuanyi said, "the reason being that within the Secret Realm, countless array patterns are moving according to a fixed trajectory..."

Although there was only half of the demon script on the square stele,

Xie Xuanyi found it very familiar!

This piece of demon script should belong to the phrase seen previously at the end of the Secret Realm—

"If I attain the Dao, I wish to be buried in the North Sea, feeding my body to the turtle, achieving a great purification lasting ten thousand years."

The ancient sages of the Demon Race from a thousand years ago were accustomed to integrating their "will" into the script!

Although this stele's contained script was incomplete, it faintly emitted a formidable pressure.

The more Xie Xuanyi looked, the more he felt that the unfinished script on this stele corresponded exactly to half of the character for "Dao"!

If the operation of the Secret Realm consists of dozens or hundreds of smaller arrays,

could it be possible, that this grand hall is one of many such patterns?

Harboring this thought, Xie Xuanyi channelled his Primordial Energy into the stele!

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The stele erupted with the sound of thunder and winds.

The Baihua Valley disciples were startled, they anxiously looked at Xie Zhen; previously, Sister Hong Jing had also tried... Injecting Primordial Energy could momentarily shake the stele, but beyond that, there were no other phenomena!

Xie Xuanyi silently recalled the inscription on the rock wall in his mind!

His two fingers pressed together, filling the incomplete "Dao" character on the narrow stele surface with the ancient demon script left by Great Saint Bai Ze!

The trembling of the grand hall suddenly stopped.

Under everyone's gaze, the stele burst forth with golden radiant beams, shooting straight out and casting light on the shadowy ends of the grand hall.

A door of flowing fire slowly emerged.

"It really is so,"

Xie Xuanyi lifted his palm.

After completing the inscription on the stele, the array was fully activated.

This grand hall was not just a "dead end"; it also concealed another exit.

To be precise, this was likely the entrance leading deeper into the Bai Ze Secret Realm!

"Could this be called a path of hope where there seemed to be none?"

Lu Yuan muttered.

If it weren't for Xie Zhen, they would already be dead.

Even with Xie Zhen's arrival, they hadn't held much hope of survival.

The Bai Ze Secret Realm, once entered, allowed no retreat.

Setting aside the three demonic killers like Chu Man, with their own strength, they also found it difficult to find a way out.

Now this door... completely changed the thoughts of Lu Yuan and her companions.

Everyone's look towards Xie Xuanyi underwent a subtle change.

"Body Refiner, Divine Soul, Sword Cultivator..."

Yuan Yi sincerely exclaimed, "Do you also know the way of array patterns?"

"I understand a little,"

Xie Xuanyi lowered his gaze naturally coming before the girl, taking away the pouch filled with Green Yuan Pills and pocketing them all.

The Baihua Valley disciples were not bad.

Most importantly,

their spirit was fierce.

If Lu Yuan's kneeling was a plea for Xie Xuanyi to take action and kill Chu Man,

Xie Xuanyi might not agree, nor might he rescue them.

He always acted unconventionally, led by his own preferences.

If mere kowtowing and kneeling could employ others to kill one's enemies... then overnight, the cultivation world would overflow with pathetic figures who would willingly bow down.

This was something Xie Xuanyi did not like and did not accept.

However...

Lu Yuan's "reluctant request" was for him to go outside and help send a message.

This was different in nature.

Xie Xuanyi compelled them to live well because he knew better than anyone that once "dead," there was truly no hope left.

"Since you all are not afraid of death, then following me forward should hold no fears,"

Xie Xuanyi said softly, "Following me might not ensure survival. Staying here will likely mean death. Choose for yourselves."

After dropping that sentence.

He walked toward the door engulfed in flames.

Yuan Yi quickly held his sword and hurried along, looking back with every step.

Lu Yuan hesitated for a few moments, then took a deep breath, hoisted her unconscious fellow disciple onto her back, and led the others to follow.

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The wind blew, carrying the moist sea breeze.

It also mixed a faint scent of blood.

The bustling atmosphere of Lichao City, with the arrival of that bizarre tide, suddenly changed—

The adventurers at the forefront of watching the tide were the first to notice something was wrong.

This year's tide.

Was bigger than any year before.

So big that it was somewhat "terrifying."

From dozens of miles away, one could see the layers upon layers of tide stacking up, like a giant god, carrying the might of apocalypse, "slowly" advancing towards the small city. Initially, the crowd, which still harbored the mindset of watching the show, began to retreat, but something even more "terrifying" happened.

In the outermost alleys of Lichao City, numerous crimson glows suddenly rose!

These glows came from the unattended stone walls of alleys, dark buildings—

In these past few days, the Chu Family, Jiang Family, Baihua Valley, and the Fly Pupil, were all searching for Demon Cultivators!

But they overlooked one point.

The real "traitor" wasn't a demon.

It was a human.

In this grand scheme of Lichao City, the existence of Demon Cultivators was just to attract the attention of the Jiang Family, Baihua Valley, and Fly Pupil... amidst such a noisy festival, they meticulously executed the delicate task of arrest, leaving everyone exhausted.

Except for the Chu Family.

From the beginning to the end, the "Cultivators" dispatched by the Chu Family to Lichao City never harbored the thought of chasing Demon Cultivators!

The unfinished fragmentary texts of Demon Cultivators.

Were handled by them at the end!

Deng Baiyi walked quickly through the alleys, lifting her head to watch the beams of light shooting into the sky.

Each beam radiated a chilling murderous intent.

As the tide approached.

Ninety-eight beams rose from the ground, suddenly enveloping Lichao City within them!

These beams, like cage bars, locked the entire city tightly, and between them, a thin crimson curtain emerged—

Some tried to leave through the city gates, but the moment they touched the light screen, they were directly shaken into a bloody mess!

Clearly.

This was the true purpose of those Demon Race fragmentary texts!

These beams and the light screen they formed, turned into a massive prison, trapping the entire Lichao City!

The array didn't need to last too long.

If she had not guessed wrong, the purpose of this Demon Array was to keep everyone in Lichao City, waiting for the great tide to come.

"My dear daughter, where have you gone?"

Deng Baiyi returned to the inn.

Deng Chicheng had already been anxiously pacing; he was among the first to notice something amiss.

At the onset of the tide, he had realized something was wrong and quickly gathered the household servants, preparing to flee Lichao City.

But he found out that his precious daughter had disappeared.

Deng Chicheng could only clench his teeth and wait.

It wasn't long before the bloody red beams, rising towards the sky, locked down the town—

Deng Chicheng saw the bloody scene of people being shattered.

He knew he had escaped too late, and now escape was no longer an option, most likely he was doomed to perish here.

But Deng Chicheng had no regrets.

Seeing his daughter return, he breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately cursed angrily, "That fellow Xie, where did he go after dying? This kid, do his words still hold any value now?"

Saying he would arrange a residence for himself.

To arrange a sect for his daughter, and that too the Taoist sect with most support in the world!

Damn it, all of it was deception!

Looking at the current situation, it won't be long before all of them ascend to heaven together!

"I came to get something."

Deng Baiyi looked at her father, with a bit of guilt in her eyes.

"…Something?"

Deng Chicheng was stunned.

Now the inn was a chaotic mess, the entire Lichao City trapped by bloody light, watching the North Sea tide gradually approaching, as if the apocalypse had arrived—

The tide was terrifying.

But this kind of despair spreading deep within people's hearts, was even more terrifying than the tide.

"Perhaps."

Deng Baiyi took a light breath and said, "Perhaps… I can save some people's lives."

Saying this, she pushed open the door—

Although Lichao City had lost its order, Dong's house had cohesion after the journey in Qing State, under Deng Chicheng's command, the floor they lived on was not damaged, and their own room was tightly guarded. Those talismans she had crafted overnight were still there.

When her fingertips touched the array patterns personally drawn on the talisman paper, Deng Baiyi felt an inexplicable sense of calm flood her heart.

She took a deep breath, further solidifying her resolve.

Stacks of thick talismans were stuffed into her pouch.

The narrow room remained quiet.

But actually, besides Deng Baiyi, there had always been a second person present.

After everything.

Deng Baiyi looked toward the little girl who sat blankly in front of the paper window, silently watching the chaotic scene in Lichao City.

The last thing she intended to take away.

Was not the talismans.

But a person.

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(Alright, three updates completed~ I'm really too tired today. I need a good sleep, please give a monthly ticket~)