Ebook 5: Chapter 43: Crushed to Embers

As soon as upon a time, an ideal and highly effective Demon captured an Outdated Soldier. He had been the demon’s biggest nemesis for an age, defying it with each breath he took. Now, injured and aged, he couldn’t resist because the Demon pounced upon him.

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Your complete mountain rumbled and shook. Grime and rocks fell from the ceiling in a relentless stream. Qin Peng, Formation Lead for the Northern Base, tried to maintain his calm as one other ripping explosion made the command room shudder. It solely added to the scene of managed chaos—the room was filled with transferring our bodies, the final of the command workers accumulating the ultimate reviews for retrieval or for destruction.

As a lot as Peng wished to be on these evacuation transports, he had an obligation to Heavenly Demon Yulong.

“Report on the evacuation!”

“All important personnel have been moved,” his assistant replied instantly, “however we’d like two extra runs to get the remainder of the workers!”

Higher than he had hoped. It regarded like all of the drills Heavenly Demon Yulong had insisted on had been exhibiting its value.

“Tremendous work. The crystals?”

“Set within the partitions and able to blow, Formation Lead!”

“Allow us to pray it doesn’t come to that,” Peng stated, his voice grim. “Final name, all people! We’re pulling out!”

“Sure sir!” got here their responses.

Peng examined the formation one final time, about to set it to scramble after which purge the artifacts within the command room when he was interrupted.

“Formation Lead! Staff Evening Spider has a report!”

“Evening Spider?” Peng requested, baffled. ”I advised them to evacuate! They need to have already got left! They’re too invaluable to lose!” That they had at all times been rattling mavericks, however this was past the pale!

“They are saying they couldn’t go away whereas the Heavenly Demon was right here, Formation Lead!”

Peng grimaced. “Tremendous, inform me what they’re reporting!”

“Evening Spider reviews they’ve a viable workaround to get the defensive formation again to working order.”

“They repaired one thing broken by an Imperial Realm Cultivator?!”

“Much less… repaired and extra a stopgap, sir. Evening Spider Lead sacrificed an arm and a watch. It is performing as a direct conduit to the formation’s crystals.”

Peng grimaced. After all she did, loopy lady. A direct conduit to the crystals powering the formation, bypassing the broken sections; it was one thing he hadn’t thought-about as a result of he was extra helpful with all his physique components, as was Evening Spider Lead. It was additionally harmful and power-hungry. They’d get one shot, but when that one shot aided the Heavenly Demon…

“…what do they want?” Peng requested.

“They want you to manually set goal precedence and provoke the surge on their mark.”

“We’re setting goal to the jail. I would like it locked down by the point Heavenly Demon Yulong finishes with the enemy that’s delaying him.”

“Sure, Formation Lead!”

“Staff Evening Spider—should you survive this you’re going to be rewarded drastically. Glory to the Heavenly Demon.” Peng set the artifact apart and licked his lips. “I’m prepared on Staff Evening Spider’s mark!”

The mountain rumbled once more, extra dust falling from the ceilings. The sounds of fight reverberated by the halls. Explosions, roars, and…

Peng paused. A rooster’s crow?

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The Demon sought to interrupt the soldier. It sought to crush his iron will. To go to despair upon the one who had defied it.

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The corridor was stuffed with Qi and lightweight. Any under the center of the Profound Realm would have seen solely blurs: a tall, darkish kind with a spear that struck prefer it was attempting to separate the seas; a smaller, lithe particular person whose blade would cleave the tops off of mountains; and a blur of silver and gold.

It was a real battle between cultivators. The sort that might be advised in tales and songs, save for one factor—it was a battle in opposition to a hen.

Heavenly Demon Yulong’s strongest subordinates had been equal in degree to a farm animal. Beidou and Zhigong, who had been serving their Grasp because the begin of his journey.

That they had fought the horrors of the Doomed Canyon for the sake of her folks whom the Empire had deserted. That they had confronted down the Lord of the Cross so refugees of Zhigong’s tribe might discover a new homeland, away from the corruption and persecution of the Empire. That they had minimize their method by the nobles of Daring Gate Metropolis, rescuing the enslaved formation specialists and placing the hypocrites to dying.

100, a thousand battles that they had fought by his facet; and when he joined the Heavenly Demonic Grasp, that they had adopted. They owed him their lives—not simply because he had saved them, however as a result of he was the true inheritor to the Empire. He was their Prince, their Son of Heaven, and they’d see him on his throne it doesn’t matter what it took. Issues had solely gotten tougher after that; slaying different mad Demonic Sects, assassinating Imperial Officers, looking down ever extra highly effective Spirit Beasts, and eventually, taking out a complete Fulmination Assault Squadron and its Elder chief on the Howling Fang Mountains Base.

And but, a hen wastheir match. Crashing waves and mountain-splitting strikes crashed in opposition to the smaller kind. The rooster burned silver and gold; his physique whirled into the Taijitu, biking endlessly and unknowably earlier than putting with elegant method, the equal of any highly effective cultivator.

They exchanged 100 strikes right away, every blow meant to kill. Towards every other within the Non secular Realm, it will have been an unimaginable process to remain alive underneath the onslaught.

But nonetheless, the Spirit Beast remained. He acted as if turning apart the blows was easy, at the same time as his limbs shook, as every second introduced him nearer and nearer to exhaustion and dying. His eyes had been clear and pure, his mission righteous, and his aim?

To maintain the each of them occupied for so long as attainable so they may not be a part of the assault on the jail.

His consideration was wholly on the battle in entrance of him—so he felt nice trepidation when instantly the bottom’s lighting, already intermittent, dimmed. The partitions shuddered. His foes paused, trying up on the ceiling.

A low, uninteresting whine rose within the air.

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It devised 100 thousand torments. It enacted 100 thousand cruelties, but the outdated man stood unmoved, even with the devastation visited upon his physique.

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Yun Ren’s world had compressed to his ragged respiration and the motion of his sword. He bled from 100 little cuts, and the room spun barely from the Demonic Qi that circulated round his physique.

However he nonetheless stood, nonetheless swinging. Lightning erupted from behind them. Han had truly managed to get up a few the Shrouded Mountain Sect Disciples—and although they had been all in what needed to be excruciating ache, every one which had woke up had made their solution to the entrance, blasting reasonably anemic bolts of lighting, hurling Qi infused stones, or just forming one final barrier of flesh between Elder Shenhe and their still-unconscious comrades, their palms gripped tight round scavenged spears and swords.

That they had practically been pushed again to the final line of protection. All of them had been bleeding. All of them had been nearing the tip of their ropes, and nonetheless the Synthetic Demons saved coming.

Rapidly, they stopped.

Yun Ren went for a thrust, just for his slavering opponent to instantly jerk and retreat, throwing itself backward, and racing for the door with the remainder of its comrades.

“Wha—?” Fenxian requested. He might barely see with all of the blood in his eyes from the minimize on his head. Yushang regarded equally confused, one arm hanging limply. Shao Heng was beside her instantly, binding her arm whereas ignoring the chitin-covered appendage nonetheless stabbed into his personal shoulder.

“This—this isn’t good—” Yun Ren started, the hairs on the again of his neck standing up. He glanced to Spooks, the Thunderhoof’s eyes equally fearful.

The mountain began rumbling. Characters constructed into the wall of the jail instantly started to glow with a baleful inside gentle. The Qi round them surged.

Spooks reached up together with his hoof and shattered the talisman round his neck.

He did it not a second too quickly. The world rumbled and screamed as large blades of blue gentle plunged down in the direction of all of them, overwhelming all of Yun Ren’s senses with their strain and intent, and had been solely stopped as Spooks exploded with energy. The Thunderhoof bellowed, a protecting aurora forming round all of them and clashing with the burning characters.

A crown of ice fashioned round his antlers, a storm grew out of his again, and a ghostly picture of one thing far, far grander that Spooks took to the sector. It roared like an oncoming storm, defending all of them with inexperienced, shimmering energy that, for a quick on the spot, made Yun Ren really feel protected.

It threw the tide of blazing swords backward, shattering each formation on the partitions round them and throwing all of them to the bottom because the mountain heaved.

The ghostly type of Grasp Forest Sweeper turned his eyes to the ceiling, and with one other burst of may, his Qi plunged into the partitions. He strengthened them in opposition to the rumbling backlash, stabilizing them. Pillars of ice erupted from the ground, additional reinforcing the jail complicated. Lastly, an icy shell fashioned over the doorway, one closing protect in opposition to the demons outdoors.

Spooks wobbled and collapsed to his knees, panting. The mantle of the storm light.

The booming roar of falling rocks crammed Yun Ren’s ears.

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Along with his torments upon the outdated soldier ineffective, the Demon turned elsewhere. The Demon slew cultivators and destroyed cities. It crushed the nice works the outdated man’s descendants had constructed and compelled the outdated soldier to look at.

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Bi De’s eyes widened as a large shockwave instantly ripped by the bottom and the ceiling started to break down.

He and his foes disengaged, throwing themselves in reverse instructions. Bi De paid them no extra thoughts as he raced by the halls, attempting to remain in entrance of the falling rocks.

But it was to not be. A boulder slammed down in entrance of him, blocking his escape route. He merely rammed by it, shattering the impediment, however the passage forward was already suffering from boulders, his path totally blocked.

A silver protect fashioned round him—and the rocks fell, masking its face.

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The Demon savaged a complete province; he glutted himself on souls, consuming all who stood in opposition to him.

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The Unconquered Blade’s foe sought to make use of distance, to be past the attain of his lessers—The Unconquered Blade minimize the gap between them, for there was no foe past the attain of his will.

Blood erupted from Tigu’s chest, and he or she fell to her knees.

Xiulan’s coronary heart hammered like a drum.

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All that was left was the funeral pyres and the barest of cooking fires, little specks of sunshine quickly to be swallowed.

“What can these little embers do in opposition to the howling darkish?” the monster snickered, safe in its victory.

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A fox whimpered with ache, spears of starlight pinning him to the wall.

A dragon slammed into the bottom, snapping bushes into kindling together with his uncontrolled crash.

Cultivators, trapped in a jail, watched and waited as demonic palms clawed at their protecting shell of ice, ripping it aside piece by piece.

A demon lifted a silver-haired lady by her throat, her blazing armor nowhere to be seen.

A younger man, a canine, and a monkey stabbed frantically on the man of their midst, his crimson blade gleaming with malevolence.

A snake and a bee launched themselves on the creature that burst into their sanctuary.

The creature’s eyes locked onto the lady on the bottom and the babe crying within the nook, and raised its arm.

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The outdated soldier regarded upon the Demon’s works but he felt no worry nor despair.

The soldier smiled.

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“Hear me, hear me! This one is Hong Xian! In accordance with the traditional pact, I do depart to carry out the Ceremony of Hearth. Who will assist me in casting out this evening and helping within the awakening?” a boy requested, one solely in his eleventh 12 months.

“Sure, Hong Xian. This Liu Bowu will assist you in casting out the Lengthy Evening!”

“Sure, Hong Xian. This Ty An will assist you in casting out the Lengthy Evening!”

“Sure, Hong Xian. This Zhao Liu will assist you in casting out the Lengthy Evening!”

The kids’s voices rose, courageous and robust, into the evening sky, together with the thunderous rumble of the village’s drum.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan.

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A terrific snort erupted from his mouth, and The Demon recoiled on the sound.

The Soldier knew the reality of this world.

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Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

In Hong Yaowu, the temper was one among terror and hopelessness. The earth quaked, the sky burned, and the youngsters cried.

Hong Xian jumped on the sudden thunder of drums and the shrill scream of the Steam Furnace as they echoed by the village. He was not the one one. Everybody huddling in the home virtually fled their pores and skin on the noise.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

Xian raced from his residence to the place the drums started pounding with rising ferocity, the traditional, primal beat hammering into his soul. He dashed to the sector, then froze because the Azure Specific puffed and heaved, acquainted figures upon its again.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

Bowu pounded the drum, beating it with all his may, the sound resonating by the village. His shirt was round his waist, sweat dripping from his kind, the pyres round him burning shiny. Ty An was with Little Liu, the 2 ladies heaving charcoal into the Steam Furnace’s hungry mouth. The steam locomotive huffed and puffed, touring across the little observe arrange for it—a observe that was an ideal circle.

But it was the final member of this group that caught Xian’s eye. A boy carrying the masks of the solar.

His footing was precarious. Shockwaves reached the village, frightful noises that echoed by the forest—but Hong Xian the Youthful’s ft missed not a step.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

He danced. He danced as that they had sworn to because the Hong household had existed. He danced, fulfilling an oath that his father was about to forsake.

Hong Xian the Elder stared at his son. The Azure Specific roared, spitting out a gout of Qi-charged smoke when it accomplished its first circuit.

Its first cycle.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

The Azure Specific traveled across the area just like the solar soared by the sky.

“Elder Xian… what will we do?” one of many villagers requested, worry nonetheless in his voice.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

“What we at all times do,” the Chief of Hong Yaowu declared. “Mild the pyres! The evening is darkish and filled with terror—however the solar will rise once more!”

His roar boomed over the village. Hong Xian raised his personal workers and stepped throughout the tracks.

Hearth danced round all who did, leaping in time to the beat of Bowu’s drums.

A key piece slotted into place.

From Hong Yaowu, the primary pulse resonated.

DAN, DAN, DA-DAN!

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“What can these Embers do, you ask?” the Outdated Soldier requested, his eyes fastened upon the longer term.

He knew in his coronary heart what was coming. He knew what these little sparks would do. His eyes had been stuffed with the blazing inferno the Demon was too blind to see.

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Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

Xiulan gasped. She heard the thunder in her soul. She noticed the hearth round her foe begin to dance, the motes drifting of their very own accord… and her eyes widened. The golden crack in her chest started to glow.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

She felt the little fireplace, from an insignificant village spark and leap inside her soul. A dance her ancestor created burned in her thoughts.

[Purgatory Blaze]

[Shadow Reaper]

Hearth and shadow mixed from her foes, a ravening inferno that might devour all in its path. But to Xiulan it was silent, the one sound she might hear was the pounding of an historical drum.

Dan, Dan, da-Dan!

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The Outdated Soldier gazed again on the Demon, instantly into its eyes, and answered. The Demon withered underneath the outdated man’s gaze, his eyes pure and unclouded even after the whole lot the Demon had achieved to him. His grin stretched extensive, and the Demon felt terror.

What might these embers do?

“Sufficient.”

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Cai Xiulan stepped onto the trail and let the inferno devour her utterly.

A blazing torch contacted her cultivation. It contacted her soul… and ignited.