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The Azure Feather Monk led everyone forward, racing towards the distance. Yuda Zhi's legs were planted firmly on the ground, and they were already very close to the three green dots among the crowd from the academy. Tan Siyuan and the others were quite Minghong, and the three of them were together with Coco and Xiazhi.
If only they could join forces with Xiazhi and the others, their group would no longer be easy prey but rather a sharp blade. The solitary moving green dot was also heading in that direction, and it seemed to be approaching quickly. However, they still did not know who that vanished green dot belonged to.
Hu Yang...
Yuda Zhi rushed over to Hu Yang's side, tugging at his sleeve and dragging him towards the flickering green dot. But as he grasped Hu Yang's sleeve, it felt as light as a feather, easily slipping away like fragments scattered by the wind.
"Can't hold on any longer," he thought, glancing back at the thunderous prison with a bitter laugh.
"Can't hold on..."
The Azure Feather Monk continued to carry the plump Yuda Zhi away into the distance. Soon, a Nine Nether Cultivator rushed toward them. If they lingered for even a moment longer, they would likely be surrounded again. At that point, there would be no Hu Yang to sacrifice himself once more.
Leaning against an ancient tree, Yuda Zhi stared blankly at the place they had just escaped from. He thought about how he first met Hu Yang, recalling their arguments and jokes—those moments that felt like secrets shared between just the two of them. He wanted to laugh but couldn't; he wanted to cry but found no tears.
For Hu Yang, this might have been his final resting place. His ideal was to fight until the very last moment of his life. That was his dream, his friend, his Sect. Many cultivators spent their entire lives in mediocrity without ever getting an opportunity like Hu Yang's—sacrificing that chance might have been his fortune.
Could they really escape?
Yuda Zhi picked leaves from a nearby bush and chewed on them absentmindedly, feeling somewhat dejected as he asked aloud.
He thought that the Sect must have a way; how could they give up? Hadn't Hu just mentioned that several people could safely make it out?
Azure Feather Plate lay nearby, and Muyu gently wiped the bloodstains from his weapon. That thing was originally used for smashing, but in an emergency, he had to make use of its hard material.
"Is there anyone at Tianzhu Temple?" Gao Gong asked, noticing the absence of several individuals.
That statement was heard not only by the three outside the secret realm but also by the crowd gathered outside. Banpo Master closed his eyes and sighed deeply, continuing to pray for those inside, hoping for a miracle to occur.
The onlookers could see the situation clearly. Compared to Tianzhu Temple, the Loose Cultivators were in a dire state. Out of ten Foundation Practitioners, at least half were Loose Cultivators. At this moment, only one Peak Foundation Establishment cultivator was desperately fleeing. Without assistance, he would soon fall victim to the blades of the Nine Nether Cultivators.
The losses were less severe for the Treasure Pavilion. Wealthy and well-equipped, the cultivators from Treasure Pavilion had many life-saving items. They often relied on curse-type spells that could turn misfortune into fortune. Cautious individuals would activate Light Speed Talismans at the sight of Nine Nether Cultivators, making it difficult for most of them to pursue.
The luckiest were the Jade Void Sect and Cheng Dao Sect. At this time, Yang Sheng and Xiao Zhang formed an alliance, their combined strength overwhelming as they had already slain several Nascent Soul Stage Nine Nether Cultivators. They were gathering all cultivators entering the secret realm to confront the forces from the Ninth Underworld head-on.
Although they were outnumbered, they managed to hold their ground at a location known as Millennial Icebound Snow Mountain, using the terrain to counter the Nine Nether Cultivators. Both sides reached a fragile balance; if either side received reinforcements, that balance would shatter.
When everyone saw Hong Yulong drenched in blood appear at Han Mountain, cheers erupted from those outside the secret realm. With Hong Yulong's arrival, the cultivators gathered at Han Mountain truly gained a fighting chance against Mistake's forces.
Previously, every encounter had seen Mistake's Foundation Practitioners outnumbering their opponents, causing significant trouble for them. Coupled with a large number of Golden Core Cultivators and Nascent Soul Cultivators on Mistake's side, Xiao Zhang and Yang Sheng found themselves unable to match up against such numbers despite being Half-Step Deities; they had no choice but to adopt a defensive stance.
Now, with the Ruby Dragon Spear hanging from Mistake's Golden Core Stage head, Mistake's numerical advantage among Golden Core Stage cultivators vanished entirely because that person was Hong Yulong. With one spear strike, he had slain countless foes. Hong Yulong ranked first among Foundation Practitioners on Earth Ranking and was now a Golden Core cultivator.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Hong Yulong had quietly replaced Xiao Zhang and Yang Sheng in their hearts, achieving the status of the strongest warrior of his generation.
From that moment on, the name Hong Yulong was destined to be remembered by everyone in the Cultivation World.
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