The Legend of Futian

The mountain range instantly descended into chaos. The cultivators from various forces were attacked by the demonic beasts one after another. Furthermore, the Renhuangs who came from the outside world were not united.

For instance, as the cultivators of Wangshen Watchtower were retreating from the attacks of the demonic beasts, not only did Great Yan Ancient Royal Family and Lingxiao Palace not help them out, but they instead targeted Ye Futian’s group. Their figures also chased after Ye Futian’s group in a flash, as though they might attack them at any time.

“Let’s go,” suggested Goddess Donglai as she led the cultivators in retreating when she saw that the situation was off. They retreated toward the mountains. From another direction, another group of people passed by. They were the cultivators of Divine Palace of Fluttering Snow. When they saw this situation, they revealed strange expressions. What were these demonic beasts doing?

Jiang Yueli glanced at the battlefield and then looked ahead. She continued forward, advancing further ahead.

The cultivators of Wangshen Watchtower kept retreating backward. They unknowingly ended up in a valley region. Behind them, they were blocked off by a huge black mountain. The Demon Emperors charging towards them swept a glance at the various cultivators. They then immediately turned and left, returning to where they were before.

This caused the cultivators of Wangshen Watchtower to reveal bizarre looks. Were they leaving just like that?

However, right then, the cultivators of two forces walked out. They were the cultivators from the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, as well as Lingxiao Palace, who had been targeting Ye Futian’s group.

When she saw this scene, Goddess Donglai’s gaze turned extremely cold. She seemed to have thought of something. Why were these two forces targeting the Wangshen Watchtower as well as Ye Futian? Even if Great Yan Ancient Royal Family had its reason, why was Lingxiao Palace also doing so? Was it just because Ye Futian won against Ling He and disgraced him?

This reason seemed insufficient.

Unless there was another reason behind it…

“What are your intentions for doing this?” Zong Chan said as he looked at the crowd of cultivators. Li Changsheng was not here, so he was naturally in charge. He also had the strongest ability among the group. They were attacked by Demon Emperors, and these two forces were eyeing them as well. To protect the cultivators of Wangshen Watchtower, they had retreated again and again.

Now, the Demon Emperors had left, but these two forces seemed to show murderous intent.

“Before this, I have always wanted to experience the ability of the cultivators of Wangshen Watchtower myself. Unfortunately, I never got the opportunity to do so. Now that there is no one to disturb us here in the secret zone, I cannot think of a better opportunity,” said Yan Hanxing, the prince of Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. He stepped forward and walked over to Zong Chan. His ninth-tier Renhuang aura was terrifying.

The winds and clouds in the sky above shifted. Frighteningly huge divine dragons appeared. A shadow of a huge dragon also appeared behind him. Dragon cries filled the skies. The Song of the Yang Dragon radiated outwards, tearing apart the land with its roar. Sound waves of the Great Path swept out. Zong Chan took a step forward. Divine tablets of the Great Path burst forth, suppressing everything. The power of the sound waves were mostly blocked off by the divine tablets. However, the terrifying sound vibrations still shook the people behind him. Many people groaned, and their faces turned pale. They felt as though their spiritual souls were about to be shattered.

Some Renhuangs were immediately sent flying backward, coughing up mouthfuls of fresh blood. Beigong Shuang also felt very uncomfortable. Blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. Her face was as pale as a sheet. Xia Qingyuan also let out a dull groan.

Rumble. Zong Chan stepped forward, and countless divine tablets appeared around them. They hung from the heavens and were everywhere. He swept a glance at his opponent and formed seals with both his hands. The divine tablets immediately descended from the heavens and suppressed this part of the sky.

Yan Hanxing had a serious expression. The cultivators also raised their heads and looked up into the sky. This attack seemed to be everywhere, suppressing this part of the sky and attacking all the cultivators at once.

The divine dragon protected Yan Hanxing’s body. However, many cultivators behind him were not so lucky. Their figures were instantly sent flying.

At that moment, a figure with extraordinary temperament emerged from among the cultivators of Lingxiao Palace. The figure had ninth-tier cultivation. A gigantic Lingxiao Pagoda appeared and floated in the sky. Endless golden divine light descended upon them, sweeping towards the various cultivators.

When she saw this scene, Goddess Donglai took a step forward. Her figure became that of a towering divine tree. Its endless branches spread outwards and covered the sky and the sun. It protected all of the cultivators beneath it.

“All of you, step back,” Goddess Donglai ordered. The lineup of the two major forces was far stronger than they were. If a group battle were to erupt here, the cultivators of Wangshen Watchtower would surely be at a disadvantage.

“Uncle Beigong, Zi Feng, help me take care of Qingyuan,” Ye Futian said to Beigong Ao and Zi Feng via transmitted thoughts. With a flash of his silhouette, he then headed over in one direction alone. He sensed that many of their opponents were targeting him. His death was the greatest wish of Ling He, Yan Dongyang, and many other cultivators. Hence, he decided to draw their attention away from the others.

As he said this, his silhouette flashed, and he headed to one side. There was a huge rumble, and a landslide occurred. He immediately tunneled through the ancient black mountain.

As expected, when they saw Ye Futian leaving, many people gave pursuit. There were actually more than a dozen Renhuangs heading in Ye Futian’s direction. This made it clear how high a priority Ye Futian was for the two major forces.

The deep black mountain was frenziedly collapsing and being destroyed. Ye Futian kept advancing at an astonishing speed. Beigong Ao had eighth-tier cultivation and had the Cloud Wood. Zi Feng had a flawless Great Path and very powerful combat ability. They should be able to fend for themselves.

Ye Futian drew many cultivators along with him when he went off on his own. This included powerful eighth-tier Renhuangs. This way, they could even out the pressure on the battlefield.

After a short while, Ye Futian traversed some distance through the mountain range. He came to a place surrounded by ancient black peaks. With a loud rumble, Ye Futian’s figure collided with a terrifying, gigantic black mountain. He actually did not manage to bore through it. This gigantic black mountain was like a divine mountain. A mysterious aura radiated from it. It forcefully knocked Ye Futian back.

Dozens of Renhuangs chased after Ye Futian, rushing up to pressure him. They stood at different positions, gradually surrounding Ye Futian in this huge space.

Yan Dongyang and Ling He were both here. Their eyes flared up with murderous intent. No matter how outstanding Ye Futian’s talent was, he needed to die. He was the inheritor of Supreme Deity Donglai’s teachings and also joined the Wangshen Watchtower to cultivate. He actually still dared to display such talents. There was no reason for him to live.

Ling He extended his palm, and a divine tower flew out from his hand. It flew up into the sky and then grew larger and larger. It floated high in the sky and became a gigantic divine tower.

The direct descendants of Lingxiao Palace possessed the Ling Xiao Pagoda Life Spirit. This treasure was concocted from it. As the tower floated in the sky, frightening golden currents descended from it. The might of the Great Path also pressed down and completely sealed off the space. Golden currents covered the vast space, seemingly blocking out the sky and the sun.

Ye Futian raised his head and glanced around. When he sensed the might of the Great Path, his gaze turned cold and indifferent. Were they separating the space off so that it was more convenient for them to kill him?

“Are all of you going to ignore the words of Chief Ning?” Ye Futian asked in a cold tone. Were these two major forces ignoring the rules established by the overseer of the Donghua Domain?

The crowd looked at him with mocking looks. It was as though they were looking at a dead person. Ling He laughed and said, “If you die to the demonic beasts in the mountain range, what does that have to do with us?”