Chapter 414: Chapter 414

The fall of Jian Pavilion Post spread like wildfire, instantly sweeping across the entire East Border and causing a great stir among countless people. Everyone knew Jian Pavilion Post was the Kylin Sacred Land’s final line of defense. Once breached, they would lose their last bastion, leaving them completely exposed to the enemy. Could it be that the Kylin Sacred Land, having existed for six eras, was truly heading for its downfall? Countless martial artists in the East Border speculated thus.

Meanwhile, within the Kylin Sacred Land, its Fortune was dwindling. The golden dragon of Fortune howled in sorrow, and even the radiant golden sky grew dim and lusterless. Old Ancestor Wanlin had fallen! Jian Pavilion Post was lost! Many disciples, losing faith in the Sacred Land, began to pack their belongings and leave the Kylin Sacred Land. For a time, the once-bustling Sacred Land became deserted, with few people to be found. A light breeze swept up the dust on the ground, adding a touch of desolation.

Inside the Kylin Great Hall, the Kylin Saint Master sat on the main seat, gazing at the thirty young disciples before him. A hint of consolation flickered in his weary eyes. These thirty talented disciples are the Sacred Land’s last hope!

"The Sect has suffered a great calamity and fallen into desperation," he began, his voice heavy. "You are the kindling of the Kylin Sacred Land. I have already bestowed upon you all the heritage and resources of the Sacred Land! Soon, an elder will lead you away to the Middle Region. In the Hidden Kylin Region of the Middle Region, we have a secret branch called the Fire Deer Sect! Once you reach the Fire Deer Sect, concentrate on your cultivation. If you cannot break through to the Imperial Realm, then forget about the Kylin Sacred Land!"

The Kylin Saint Master laughed bitterly. These thirty disciples before him were excellent compared to their peers, but when measured against peerless geniuses, they were far too weak. Therefore, he did not instill in them the idea that they must avenge the Sacred Land or restore the Kylin Sacred Land.

"Please rest assured, Saint Master! We will cultivate diligently and rebuild the Kylin Sacred Land!" the thirty disciples knelt, solemnly vowing their commitment. Having always lived within the Sect under the protection of their elders, they did not yet understand the crushing weight of shouldering an entire Sect.

The Kylin Saint Master did not dwell on their words. He stood up and bowed to the five elders at his side. "I entrust the last hope of the Sacred Land to you!"

The five elders quickly returned the courtesy. Among them, Old Ancestor Tianqilin, whose cultivation was highest, earnestly advised, "Saint Master, let’s leave together! The Sacred Land cannot be saved. If you stay, it will be a needless sacrifice!"

The Kylin Saint Master waved his hand, settling back into his chair. "This is my home," he stated calmly. "Someone must stay to protect it. It’s getting late; you should go now." As he spoke, the Kylin Saint Master placed his hand on an armrest and pressed down forcefully.

The stone wall beside the great hall slowly split open, revealing a spatial vortex connected to an unknown location.

Old Ancestor Tianqilin ceased his attempts to persuade him. After bowing to the Kylin Saint Master, he strode into the spatial vortex and vanished. The other four elders and thirty disciples bowed deeply to the Kylin Saint Master, their hearts heavy with reluctance and grief, before entering the spatial vortex one by one. Throughout this, the Kylin Saint Master remained silent.

Once everyone had departed, he closed the spatial vortex. The stone wall returned to normal, showing no trace of what had occurred.

"Everyone, come in!" the Kylin Saint Master called out, looking towards the entrance of the hall.

More than ten Imperial Realm martial artists walked in. They were clad in armor and wielded sharp weapons, their aura one of grim determination.

"I have some fine wine from the Fifth Era here. Would anyone care for a drink?" the Kylin Saint Master asked, waving his hand. Dozens of wine jars appeared before him, exuding a rich, intoxicating aroma that seemed to fill heaven and earth.

"Of course!" one of them declared. "After I’ve had my fill, I’ll go out and slaughter our enemies!"

Most martial artists were fond of fine wine; some even considered it their lifeblood. None refused. Each warrior took a jar and began to drink deeply.

"This is incredible wine!"

"To drink such fine wine before death makes this life worthwhile!"

"A jug of wine between heaven and earth, a universe within the wine; half a life sober, half a life drunk..."

Joyful moments are always fleeting. When the wine was finished, waves of powerful auras could be felt rapidly approaching from the distant horizon.

The Kylin Saint Master, his face flushed from the wine, took out a bowl from his storage ring, filled it with wine, and then poured it onto the ground. The splash resembled a blossoming wine-flower, its rich fragrance perfuming the air.

"This bowl, I offer to our ancestors!" After speaking, he poured another bowl of wine and sprinkled it onto the ground. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel fire.net

"This bowl, I offer to all who have died for the Sacred Land!"

The Kylin Saint Master walked to the entrance. Outside stood hundreds of disciples who had chosen to live or die with the Sacred Land. He raised his wine bowl high and declared, "And this bowl, I offer to everyone present!"

The strong wine coursed through their veins, igniting their fighting spirit.

"Battle!" the Kylin Saint Master roared. He smashed the wine bowl on the ground, then soared into the sky, a torrent of Sword Qi erupting from him as he charged towards the distant enemies.

"Battle! Battle! Battle!"

The elders cried out, and the disciples roared, their forms streaking across the sky like meteors.

After they departed, all the buildings of the Kylin Sacred Land began to collapse and disintegrate. The magnificence forged over six eras crumbled into ruins.

A moment later, the intense sounds of battle thundered through the sky above the Kylin Region.

The battle raged for four hours.

Imperial Realm experts bled, their sacrifice staining the heavens crimson. All the disciples and experts who had remained behind in the Kylin Sacred Land died in battle. Not a single one survived.

And so, the Kylin Sacred Land perished.

The Thousand Demon Sacred Land, the Qionghua Sacred Land, and the Purple Cloud Sacred Emperor each seized one-third of the Kylin Region’s territory.

If the fall of Jian Pavilion Post had been but a breeze, then the annihilation of the Kylin Sacred Land was a hurricane that swept across the entire Primeval Continent. Even the war-torn Middle Region was profoundly shaken by this news. After all, the Kylin Sacred Land was no insignificant power. Before the arrival of the Spiritual Energy tide, it had been the overlord of the East Border and one of the twenty-three major Sacred Lands on the continent, boasting immense prestige. Yet, despite its legacy, it was destroyed, becoming another casualty in the relentless march of history.

「Elsewhere, in the Middle Region.」

Upon a battlefield frontline, Elder Wen Dao stood atop a peak, gazing at the vast, majestic world, lost in thought. With the fall of a Sacred Land, the struggle for supremacy on the continent will only intensify!

「Within the Ninefold Saint’s Court.」

Dongfang Wenda reviewed the intelligence report, muttering to himself. The Myriad Demon Saint’s Court, the Taiyi Saint’s Court, and the Beidou Palace have indeed played their hand well. But it remains to be seen if they can truly devour the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court!

Then, he picked up another report detailing Guo Jia’s experiences, including his reported death at Bull Head Mountain and subsequent resurrection in the Imperial Capital. This resurrection of the dead greatly intrigued him about the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court. However, due to a life-saving karmic bond, he could not take action against the Qin Dynasty Saint’s Court. But the Thousand Demon Sacred Land, Qionghua Sacred Land, and the Purple Cloud Sacred Land harbored no such scruples. If one could master this method of reviving the dead, could the geniuses and experts slain by the Eternal Temple also be brought back to life?

Besides him, All-Demon Old Ancestor, the Reincarnation Great Emperor, Star Master Tian Shu, and Emperor of Dry Bones, among others, were all coveting this method of resurrection.