Chapter 268: Chapter 229: The Final Song of Bichao

Gu Nishang’s eyes suddenly became hollow.

How about today?

Since coming to the Yunshan Sect, to Bichao Mountain, life has been completely different from that in the Danxia Sect. Memories of more than three years surged like tides, especially those deeply buried fragments that made her feel bewildered in an instant.

Too many, too chaotic, stop thinking!

A voice shouted in her heart as if she were revived from drowning, gasping for air, she turned her head sharply.

"I... I don’t know..."

Lu Qian sighed softly, adopting a relaxed tone: "It’s okay, if you don’t know, it’s fine. I’m not asking your Master Chi Yu for help, you still have seven years, take your time to think."

Upon hearing these words, Gu Nishang felt relieved instantly.

At this moment, in the distant mountains of Bichao Mountain, there were also two inner sect disciples, monitoring the situation of Bichao Mountain from afar.

Master Moyun, if he comes, is highly likely to first take a turn on Bichao Mountain. If Lu Qian has wishful thinking and doesn’t leave, he could directly seize him and break the current situation.

However, a Golden Core Master, being flawless and rounded, can naturally restrain his spiritual power glow, except for deliberately showing off, the escape light while controlling a magical treasure can be almost completely concealed.

Therefore, although two disciples were arranged to transmit warnings, as long as Master Moyun swiftly came and went, and remained concealed, he might truly not be discovered, it can only be said to be better than nothing.

Now these two disciples were chatting leisurely, although puzzled by the sect’s order to abandon the mountain gate and evacuate completely, they were still filled with confidence.

Our Sect Leader is full of strategies, decisive and far-reaching, this temporary retreat must have another brilliant plan, we can return to the mountain gate after some time.

So the two had a relaxed atmosphere, joking and laughing about the sect’s interesting matters.

One of them was saying he buried a few jars of good wine in the back mountain three years ago, planning to fetch it and get drunk after returning to the mountain gate, but the other said somewhat surprised: "Brother, there seems to be two black dots above Bichao Mountain..."

"Are they birds?" the brother also became tense immediately, looking carefully, although unclear, his heart quickly grew heavy.

Birds wouldn’t hover indefinitely, they must be two cultivators!

Moments ago, Master Moyun, looking like a corpse, silently arrived at Bichao Mountain with his companion.

His figure flashed past various places in the mountain, seeing the Mountain Protection Grand Array had been removed, empty everywhere, not even a single mortal servant was seen.

At the foot of Bichao Mountain, Bichao Town was completely evacuated, twenty-four spirit seeds and their families were all taken onto the Floating Battleship.

"Cunning little bastard!" Master Moyun cursed, returning to the square at the mountain gate, seeing his companion, dressed in black robes with his head and face covered by black gauze, standing with hands behind his back, reading a stone tablet beside the square.

Noticing Master Moyun’s gaze, the person in black robes spoke, his voice like his lungs had a large hole, fluctuating, rasping and laborious: "Interesting, interesting, this is the founding tablet of Yunshan Sect, judging by the time, it’s only been three years since founding, and it could corner you like this? I’m somewhat interested in that Lu Qian."

Master Moyun snorted angrily, raising his hand, a flash of black light burst forth, the tablet representing Yunshan Sect’s establishment at Bichao Mountain, symbolizing Yunshan Sect heritage, exploded with a loud boom!

Large and small stone fragments flew, yet when about to reach the person in black robes, they turned to powder before hitting him, swept aside by a casual flick of his sleeve.

"Fellow Daoist Ao, you are getting more irritable." The person in black robes said coldly, "Looks like the Soul-Devouring Poison Skill not only made you facially paralyzed, it hindered your brain as well, no wonder you can’t deal with a mere junior."

Master Moyun was infuriated, but considering he needed the black-robed person’s help this time, he roared in anger and his figure shot into the sky. The person in black robes laughed heartily, following closely, the two stood shoulder to shoulder high above Bichao Mountain.

From the sky looking down, the mountain was covered with thousand-year-old ancient trees, foaming with spiritual qi flowing from the spirit vein, lush and verdant. A gentle breeze stirred, the leaves rustled, rolling one wave after another, an endless surge of leaf tide, intoxicating and refreshing.

"Hey, what a Bichao Mountain..." Master Moyun sneered, his previous grievance turned into uncontrollable rage, "Since Lu Qian, that little bastard, has abandoned the mountain and fled, then never return..."

Speaking, he beckoned, a large ink-colored flag soared into the sky, fluttering in the wind, spanning fifty or sixty meters in no time, like a dark cloud flooding down onto Bichao Mountain.

From his bosom, a bronze-colored bowl flew out, instantly the turbulent sound of rushing water echoed through the mountain peak.

The person in black robes was slightly surprised: "Fellow Daoist Ao, don’t waste too much time here."

Master Moyun stared intensely at the "Yunshan Sect" flag fluttering atop the mountain, roaring: "Managing a spirit mountain takes hundreds or even thousands of years, but to destroy it takes only an instant!"

As the words fell, the black flag swept heavily.

With a sound like a tidal wave, a dense black wind carrying ominous dark clouds surged out from the flag, like a thick fog enveloping Bichao Mountain completely.

In the instant it touched the dark clouds, the "Yunshan Sect" flag seemed corroded by strong acid, its pole broke, before it could fall to the ground, it vanished into the dark clouds.

The sizzling sound of corrosion resounded across Bichao Mountain, the verdant leaves turned pitch black in a blink, then shriveled and disappeared, the thousand-year-old trees died one by one, their bark and trunks making unbearable cracking sounds.

In just a few breaths, the originally lush green Bichao Mountain had large areas of pitch-black emptiness, the dark trunks grievingly pointed towards the sky, as if it’s the spirit mountain’s final protest.

Next moment, Master Moyun tilted the bowl in his hand.

With a thunderous roar, the Black River hung upside down, its stench nauseating, the immensely poisonous waters poured down from the mountain peak!

Rushing sound echoed, the trees already corroded by the toxic fog broke and dissolved into the river water, wherever the Poison River flowed, trees collapsed, no grass lived, terrifyingly, the fertile soil was completely soaked by the toxic water, turning into a barren land utterly devoid of life.

Another thunderous boom, the rolling black clouds of toxic fog, the vast Poison River waters, had surrounded and permeated the mountain’s constructions, the once golden and glittering Yunshan Sect main hall hidden in the leaf tide collapsed.

One building after another crumbled, Lu Qian’s Sect Leader’s Courtyard, Guh Nishang’s tree house, various towers and residences, various side halls, arsenal, alchemy room, artifact refining workshop, Treasure Pavilion, Transmission Tower, Guest Reception Tower...

Those buildings, which once carried so much laughter, joy, dreams and passion, all shattered and collapsed, washed away without a trace by the black waters.

The painstakingly established Spirit Plant Garden, Spirit Medicine Garden, the immature spirit plants and medicines yet to emit even a ray of clear brilliance, were drowned in the surging toxic waters.

Only the time a stick of incense burns, the last building, that Guest Reception Pavilion at the foot of the mountain, also collapsed into the rolling black waters with a splash.

On Bichao Mountain, only toxic clouds and waters remained!

In the distance, two Yunshan disciples collapsed hopelessly on the ground, witnessing firsthand the complete destruction of the former spirit mountain. The lush and graceful Bichao Mountain turned into a pitch-black barren poison mountain, and the toxic clouds and waters were still spreading outward.

The eternally unfailing leaf tide and tree surge, gone.