Sage of Humanity

As the black streak of Liu Guang wreaked havoc, the pressure on the side of Cangming Mountain suddenly decreased. The governor of Cangming Mountain immediately saw an opportunity and shouted loudly, "Activate the array, kill the enemy!"

It's not good to always be beaten without fighting back; it was the perfect time to counterattack.

The big array opened , and the cultivators of Cangming Mountain, filled with pent-up resentment, thundered out and charged. Simultaneously, many Haotian Alliance cultivators nearby, who had been observing the situation, swarmed over, attacking from both front and back.

Within half a day, they had driven back the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators who had come to attack the Cangming Mountain stronghold.

With the aid of Cangming Mountain, numerous Haotian Alliance cultivators entered the Cangming Mountain stronghold, and the protective array was reactivated. For a time, the defensive strength of the stronghold greatly increased.

This way, should Ten Thousand Demons Ridge attempt another attack on the stronghold, Cangming Mountain would now have the strength to resist.

However, not long after the battle had started, that black streak of Liu Guang, wrapped with purple Thunderbolt forces, swiftly departed.

Up until now, the two governors of Cangming Mountain still did not know who had come.

After some inquiries via messenger, they finally got their answer.

"Could it be her?" The governor was bemused. "But… isn't she a healing cultivator?" He remembered, a few years ago, he had been seriously injured. The sect master had hurriedly taken him to the Righteous Blood Sect to seek her help for treatment. Her healing skills were extremely effective; she had restored him in just three days.

It was said that her medical skills were highly esteemed throughout the cultivation world of Bingzhou, and her life-saving medical techniques had saved countless lives.

He was truly puzzled!

Within the black Liu Guang, a graceful figure beside it, purple Thunderbolts continuously flashed, transforming into countless tiny lightning whips, lashing at her physique.

Although she had been trying her best to reduce the number of people she killed, the punishment from Heaven's Augury was not to be taken lightly. The purple Thunderbolt was highly destructive and corroding; ordinary cultivators would be in unbearable pain just by touching it. Yet, she was enveloped in Thunderbolt, seemingly unaffected, showing no sign of pain.

She looked ahead, fleeing at full speed, faster, even faster!

Far ahead of her, Lu Ye was desperately fleeing on an Amber wolf , with a figure soaring in pursuit. Midair, this person pointed a finger in the direction where Lu Ye was.

The pursuer's demeanor was nonchalant, as if he was squashing an ant.

A massive spirit force finger appeared above Lu Ye's head and swiftly pressed down; he was the ant being squashed!

Amber darted left and right, still unable to escape the range of the attacker. As the spirit force finger pressed down, Lu Ye roared, activating the Defense Spirit Runes above his head.

Even as he continued to stimulate his spirit force to maintain the Defense Spirit Runes, he couldn't withstand the attack. A cracking sound was heard, and the defense shattered.

Lu Ye felt instantly as if he were being crushed by a mountain, and Amber below him let out a roar before kneeling on the ground with a thud.

Unable to breathe, the pressure on his chest was suffocating. Just as Lu Ye thought his death was certain, he suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing. Immediately afterward, an angry roar erupted, "Beixuan Sword Sect's Sword Madman?"

The pressure above his head instantly disappeared. Lu Ye turned his head to look and saw that a man in blue clothes had appeared beside him at some point. He couldn't see the man's face as he was turned away from Lu Ye, holding a longsword.

"Is Beixuan Sword Sect also getting involved?" The pursuing Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivator bellowed, his voice clearly wary.

"Let's go!" The man in blue was clearly not one for many words, murmuring softly to Lu Ye.

"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Lu Ye said gratefully and hurriedly fled.

Beixuan Sword Sect, if he remembered correctly, was one of the top ten 1st grade sects in Bingzhou, Yu Xiaodie had mentioned this to him before.

He hadn't run far when intense sounds of a fight erupted behind him, the sounds of swords whistling constantly filling the air!

Checking the ten-part map, the distance to the Cangming Mountain stronghold was getting closer. However, the closer he got, the greater the resistance he encountered. Lu Ye didn't know if he would be able to safely reach the Cangming Mountain stronghold, but he had no other choice. Even if there were a mountain of swords and a sea of flames ahead, he would have to muster the courage to break through.

Fortunately, the Haotian Alliance was very powerful; whenever a formidable opponent appeared that Lu Ye couldn't handle, there would always be someone from the Haotian Alliance to take over the defense.

Half a day later, Lu Ye was forced to stop at a mountain peak. This mountain was extremely strange, as if someone had sliced it in half with a knife. The entire peak was flatly cut, barren on top with no vegetation; all the trees and flowers grew only up to just below the peak, as if an invisible boundary stopped all life from growing any further.

On the ten-part map, this place was marked as Golden Light Peak.

This was a mountain with a name. Mountains like this in the wilderness were numerous and usually uncounted; they typically only had a name for an entire mountain range, like Qingyun Mountain where Lu Ye first settled, which actually had many peaks, as did the Hundred Peaks Mountain he passed through.
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By this comparison, such a distinctive peak appeared somewhat extraordinary.

Legend had it that the terrain here was created by a peerless strongman who used a blade. But the strongest in the Spirit Stream battlefield were those who cultivated the Heaven Rank techniques to the Level 9. Even if these people were ten times stronger, they would still be unable to create such a spectacular scene.

The origin of Golden Light Peak had always remained a mystery.

At this very moment, more than ten Haotian Alliance cultivators surrounded Lu Ye, and from all corners, Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators were gathering around them.

There was no way out, no escape possible.

Although the strength of the Haotian Alliance cultivators was not weak, the overwhelming numbers of the opposition posed a severe disadvantage. The Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators had surrounded the area and, rather than attacking immediately, were continuously sending messages outward.

As the information spread, the news of Lu Ye of the Righteous Blood Sect being trapped at Golden Light Peak traveled far and wide. Cultivators from nearby camps hastened towards the location, but battles erupted even before they could arrive.

"Fellows, we can wait no longer. Any further delay and no one may get out," a burly physique cultivator roared.

"Then let's break through!" someone echoed.

"Breaking through itself isn't difficult, but protecting this young fellow from the Righteous Blood Sect might not be feasible."

"So what do we do, sit here and wait to die?"

"Waiting to die is out of the question—before death, we would surely take a few down with us."

"Kid, are you afraid of dying?" someone asked Lu Ye.

"Afraid!"

The questioner was momentarily lost for words, unsure how to continue the conversation due to Lu Ye's response.

"But I'm even less inclined to sit here waiting to die." Lu Ye slowly drew his sword, "I'm deeply grateful for the protection from all the senior brothers today. Ten Thousand Demons Ridge is targeting me specifically; please break through, and I will try my best to keep up. If I can't, please do not concern yourselves with my survival."

A palm slapped down on the back of Lu Ye's head, the burly physique cultivator said, "A Level 5, acting so brashly—before we die, it's not your turn yet!"

He took a deep breath, and his already imposing body swelled even larger. His muscles clearly defined and bulging, blood Qi boiling, and heat waves rolling off him as he expelled two streams of hot air from his nostrils, "We're breaking through, stay close!"

Someone admonished Lu Ye, "Don't you dare die. If you do, Ten Thousand Demons Ridge will have won this battle, and by god, I'll not rest even in death."

This quarrel had persisted till today, with many Haotian Alliance cultivators losing interest in the old grudges of the past generations. In their view, the only thing that mattered was not allowing Ten Thousand Demons Ridge to emerge victorious, regardless of the cost… Who wasn't dying on the Spirit Stream battlefield every day?

Even without this conflict, Haotian Alliance and Ten Thousand Demons were fighting fiercely every day.

"Charge!" A roar echoed, and under the leadership of that physique cultivator, everyone charged in one direction. The Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators in that direction immediately retreated, while simultaneously, various magic and spells struck from that side.

The leading physique cultivator, tanking the barrage of magic attacks like a frenzied bull, charged forward. The cultivators from Haotian Alliance followed close behind, employing various techniques in a desperate attempt to break through.

However, their breakout ultimately failed as the forces were not only facing pressure from the front but from other directions as well.

Moments later, after advancing several dozens of meters, the group was pushed back, nearly every one of them injured. Ironically, Lu Ye, who was in the middle of the group, remained unscathed.

"Again!" the physique cultivator roared, choosing a different direction for the breakout. In that direction, a group of Haotian Alliance cultivators was fighting its way towards them. If they could meet up with that group, there was a good chance they could escape.

However, as time went on, more and more Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators converged, and the group of Haotian Alliance cultivators was split apart, forced to fight separately!

Lu Ye and the others were pinned down, unable to move. From the original dozen or so, fewer than ten remained!

Great flames blazed as several healing cultivators hovered in midair, deploying their magic and spells. These magic cultivators, though dressed differently, each had a blazing flame on their foreheads, clearly from the same faction.

With their actions, several fire dragons descended from the sky, targeting the leading physique cultivator, who struggled to defend but was still scorched and wounded all over.

The others showed a look of despair. With the physique cultivator seriously injured, their hopes of breaking through diminished even further.

As the fire dragons rose again, fierce and threatening, those magic cultivators clearly intended to finish off the physique cultivator. Without him to shield them, Lu Ye and the others would be like fish on a chopping block.

"You... what do you think you're doing to my little junior brother...?"

At this critical moment, a suppressed, furious voice suddenly rang out. Even amid the chaotic battlefield, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

At the beginning of the sentence, the voice was somewhat distant, but by the time the last word was spoken, the speaker had already killed his way to the front.

Black radiance surged, wrapped in the pale purple power of thunderbolt, directly confronting the magic cultivator who had deployed the fire dragon technique, the speed astonishingly fast.

The magic cultivator's face changed, hurriedly redirecting, casting a fire dragon at the newcomer.