Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!

Chapter 1135 - 1139: Extermination of the Hehuan Sect

"What?"

"The current Sect Master has broken through to the Pre-saint Realm?"

The elder was stunned, then suddenly overjoyed. He looked up at Bai Qi in the starry sky, his eyes cold, and shouted angrily: "Despicable scoundrel, watch me cut you down!"

The Hehuan Sect’s Second Elder hurriedly reminded: "Be careful, Patriarch, he’s not just an ordinary immortal..."

But before he could finish speaking, the elder disappeared, arriving in the starry sky.

Looking at the elder, half-buried in the ground, Bai Qi frowned slightly, somewhat impatient and without any words, directly slashed with his sword.

This strike contained all his strength.

Boundless killing intent soared into the sky, shaking countless light-years of wind and clouds, causing how many star rivers to shake and how many star fields to shatter.

"What?"

"The Principle of Hongmeng Slaughter?"

"You hid your realm? You’re at the Pre-saint level, damn it, you bunch of foolish traitors..."

Seeing the sword qi of the Principle of Hongmeng Slaughter swirling, the elder’s pupils shrank, thinking Bai Qi was a Pre-saint expert, and shouted in terror.

Death accompanied it!

Soon after, the elder’s corpse-like body was split into two by the sword qi, losing all vitality.

A thick resentment rose from his body.

It was hatred towards the Second Elder of the Hehuan Sect.

He felt he was tricked.

Even though an immortal cultivator has endless life, once they reach a certain age, they experience the five decays of heaven and man, unable to improve their cultivation, trapped in suffering.

Many powerful martial artists choose to end their lives to preserve dignity.

Or they choose to sleep, ready to perish with the enemy when their tribe faces danger.

But the Hehuan Sect’s patriarch was different. He was unwilling to end his life or perish with the enemy. In short, he wanted to live forever, even if lying in a coffin was all he could do.

Thus, he ordered that every few intervals, young women be sent outside his tomb for his enjoyment.

"You useless old fool!"

The Hehuan Sect’s Second Elder cursed angrily and quickly took out a token from his bosom, crushed it with force, and sent out a pink light that traversed through space and time.

He was calling for reinforcements!

Under the current circumstances, only the Sect Master emerging could save the Hehuan Sect.

"Called for reinforcements?"

Outside the ’Land of Illusory Desires’, Bai Qi stopped his attack, waiting quietly.

If Junzi Yu arrives, he would take the opportunity to kill him, weakening the forces of the Will of the Heavens.

In the distant immortal city, Cao Cao shook his body, hiding his aura, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment when Junzi Yu arrives to launch a deadly blow.

Thus, everyone inside and outside the ’Land of Illusory Desires’ waited quietly.

"When the Sect Master arrives, it will be your end!"

The Hehuan Sect’s Second Elder said coldly.

Meow!

The pink streaming light was swift.

In just a few breaths, it flew into a mysterious world full of various dao principles and Chaos Qi.

Ten majestic figures, radiating overwhelming saintly power, sat in the Chaos Qi, practicing cultivation techniques eagerly, forming vortexes of Chaos Qi.

At this moment, a pink stream of light fell on the brow of one of the figures.

Disturbed, he slowly opened his eyes.

This person was Junzi Yu.

"The sect is under attack?"

"You want me to help?"

"A group of brainless fools, the opportunities from this sect are far more important than them!"

After saying these words, Junzi Yu closed his eyes and resumed cultivating.

Upon learning that the sect was about to be destroyed, his heart remained calm, without the slightest ripple, as if a group of unrelated people were dying.

As Qing Emperor said, the more powerful one’s cultivation, the less concerned they are with anything.

Junzi Yu was exactly like this.

In his heart, what mattered most was cultivation.

As long as he could break through realms and prove dao sainthood, everything else could be discarded.

Moreover, he understood one principle: that with immense strength comes everything.

By that time, establishing a sect a hundred times stronger than the current Hehuan Sect would be effortlessly easy.

Time passed minute by minute.

Quickly, an hour had gone by, outside the ’Land of Illusory Desires’, and still dead silence with no sign of Junzi Yu’s arrival.

"Did he not take the bait?"

"Or does he not care about the Hehuan Sect?"

Cao Cao, hiding in the shadows, appeared, glanced around, frowning slightly.

He didn’t expect Junzi Yu to be so ruthless as to abandon the sect, treating the lives of millions of sect disciples as nothing.

Among them were Junzi Yu’s family, elders, fellow disciples...

"The path of cultivation seems ruthless, but is sentimental in reality. He’s narrowed his path!"

Bai Qi shook his head, saying.

Why do people cultivate?

In his view, besides seeking immortality, there is attachment, there is protection, there are many mundane ties...

It’s precisely because of sentiment that life has meaning.

If one is detached, they become a puppet of power without an ounce of life’s value.

"It’s over!"

"We’ve been abandoned!"

Inside the ’Land of Illusory Desires’, the Hehuan Sect’s Second Elder collapsed to the ground, full of despair. It’s been an hour; with a Pre-saint expert’s speed, they could return no matter the distance.

Up till now, he hadn’t seen the Sect Master’s presence, which meant what?

It meant Junzi Yu had given up on the sect!

What awaited them was death!

"Issue orders, open all pathways, once every disciple leaves the ’Land of Illusory Desires’, do not look back and do not stop, escape for your lives!"

Suddenly, the Hehuan Sect’s Second Elder stood up, waved his right hand, and opened dozens of pathways leading to the outer starry sky.

Countless Hehuan Sect disciples were stunned, looking bewildered.

Having lived in the sect since childhood, now that the sect faced calamity, even if they wanted to escape, they wouldn’t know where to go.

"Run!"

"What are you standing there for? Run quickly!"

The Hehuan Sect’s Second Elder urged, as he sensed the Qin army was about to launch an attack outside.

With a hint of hesitation, millions of Hehuan Sect disciples broke through the void, entering the pathways, reaching the outer starry sky, exerting all their strength in the immortal qi, flying towards the distance.

"Kill!"

Bai Qi ordered coldly.

The soldiers of the First, Second, and Sixth Corps tightened their weapons, flew out of the immortal city, and charged at the fleeing Hehuan Sect disciples.

Many Hehuan Sect disciples, flying out of the spatial pathways, barely caught a glimpse of the outside world before losing their lives.

Blood stained the starry sky red.

A sect with a long heritage was on the path to destruction.

...

"Looks like the plan failed!"

Within the Imperial Capital, Qin Wudao looked at the battle report sent back by Bai Qi, muttering to himself.

Pre-saint experts!

are the greatest threat to the Qin Dynasty.

If the Pre-saint couldn’t be drawn out, it meant the plan failed.

"Issue orders, have Bai Qi return to Imperial Court!"

Qin Wudao looked up at the Fortune Golden Dragon above his head, and upon thinking of the Twelve Golden Men, a new idea sprouted deep within his heart.

The Qin Dynasty should also advance to a Fortune Dynasty!

Upon advancing to a Fortune Dynasty, the Twelve Golden Men’s strength should be able to break through the Pre-saint Realm.

In doing so, even if powerhouses like Dao Lord, Buddha Lord, or Soldier Lord descend, the Qin Dynasty would have the power to respond.