Published: March 8, 2025
“On the day we leave this place, it will be the time to ascend to the Nine Heavens!” Gu Duxing slowly repeated, his entire being radiating with an intense aura.
“But right now, the Nine Heavens is completely sealed. How can we ascend?” Ji Mo said, troubled.
“As long as Chu Yang is the nine calamity sword master, then he will surely break the seal!” Mo Tianji’s eyes shone brightly as he said, “This is the mission of the nine calamity sword master! It is also the inevitability of a ten-thousand-year cycle!”
The brothers fell silent. Although no one spoke, an unspoken fighting spirit began to rise among them.
Practice! Practice!
The six brothers each found a spot next to the dragon and sat down, slowly breathing and quietly performing their breathing exercises. Before long, they had entered a state of unity with their surroundings.
In the upper three heavens, the Myriad Medicine Convention was in preparation, with pharmacists and experts from all sides converging towards due south. Some had just set out, others were making preparations, while some were already on the way.
The upper three heavens had begun to boil with activity.
In the south, the trees were still lush and green, but in the extremely distant northwest, it was a desolate wasteland, already bitterly cold with heavy snow falling.
Amidst the vast snowfall, someone was crying out in agony.
It was Dong Wushang.
A scene of broken limbs and shattered bodies filled the surroundings, with a stench of blood rising to the sky!
Dong Wushang knelt powerless in the snow, beside him, Mo Lei Er stood unsteadily, her face pale and tears welling in her eyes.
In front of them lay Rui Butong’s body, quietly lying there.
Completely silent.
Dong Wushang leaned on his long sword, tears falling like rain, choking on his words and unable to speak.
Since the establishment of the Four Six Three Hall, the three of them had continuously taken on tasks and fought battles, their achievements and cultivation levels rising rapidly. The density of spiritual energy in the upper three heavens was completely different from that in the middle three heavens, so their cultivation levels improved quickly.
Dong Wushang and Rui Butong’s talents were quickly stimulated under such rich spiritual energy. Three days ago, Dong Wushang had rapidly ascended to the eighth grade blade emperor!
Rui Butong, being an ordinary imperial throne, advanced even faster than Dong Wushang and had already reached the imperial throne nine.
Mo Lei Er had started lower than Dong Wushang three days prior, but at this moment, she had also reached the sixth grade imperial throne.
Just the day before yesterday, Dong Wushang had taken on a task to escort a spiritual medicine. The reward was one thousand Amethyst!
Dong Wushang discussed it with the other two and set off excitedly; little did they know that this medicine was extremely rare and intended for the Myriad Medicine Convention. They encountered ambush after ambush along the way!
In just two days, they had faced seven or eight assassination attempts! Each time had been fraught with danger.
In the last encounter, Dong Wushang fought fiercely but could not withstand the onslaught from several lord-level experts, retreating step by step, his situation precarious.
Mo Lei Er was also at a disadvantage, doing her utmost to support him. Rui Butong was even more overwhelmed and struggling.
But at the most critical moment, Rui Butong suddenly leaped up, breaking the neck of one of the lord-level experts with a desperate burst of strength, and then he lunged forward, wrapping himself around the strongest lord-level expert facing Dong Wushang, even as a deadly long sword threatened him!
Dong Wushang stood there in shock.
In his mind, he could still hear Rui Butong's dying roar echoing.
“We cannot all die!”
“You and sister-in-law wait for the boss to arrive!”
“Don’t let them feel lonely and helpless when they come!”
“Draw your swords! Even if it means my own destruction! Kill ah ah ah~~~”