Chapter 1647: Chapter 888: Realm Situation (Part 2)

Wu Fa looked at the camp stationed in front and confidently asked Lin Feng: "Is this where the Six Great Sects are stationed?" As Wu Fa spoke, both his hands were still tightly holding the reins.

The Spiritual Horse suddenly became somewhat restless, as if a dark shadow flickered in the camp. Alert, Wu Fa looked toward the flickering shadow, but before he could see it clearly, it had already disappeared.

Realizing something was wrong, Wu Fa signaled Lin Feng to be cautious. With that, the two hurriedly spurred their horses and ran toward the small forest nearby.

"Giddy-up!" With the shout from both their mouths, the Spiritual Horses skillfully weaved through the forest.

When they reached the center of the station of the Six Great Sects they had seen earlier, they were both shocked on the spot.

Lin Feng was astonished, and he exclaimed to Wu Fa: "What happened here? The Six Great Sects were all massacred overnight!"

Upon hearing Lin Feng’s shocked words, Wu Fa looked across the site where bodies were scattered everywhere. Fallen leaves flew around like a major calamity had occurred. Everywhere were corpses, and blood was splattered all around.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth hard. His heart felt as if it were burning, an indescribable agony, leaving Lin Feng to choose only silence.

Lin Feng wished to become a lion exploding in silence. But at this moment, it wasn’t yet time for Lin Feng to erupt. So Lin Feng could only choose to endure this grudge.

But Wu Fa appeared indifferent, as if he had seen too much of life and death and was growing numb.

"The Six Great Sects fought for the common people and died for the Righteous Path. It is truly great benevolence and righteousness. Lin Feng, don’t be indignant over it; this is how the world is, and we can only follow fate."

Wu Fa’s fate naturally refers to the Heavenly Decree.

The world is ever-changing, and everything and everyone is swept along; how much more so for the Six Great Sects now.

Lin Feng naturally understood this reasoning, but the Six Great Sects died for the Righteous Path and the greater good. As a successor of the Righteous Path, how could Lin Feng just watch the Six Great Sects, betrayed by the Court, with open eyes? Since this Court cannot lead the world for the common people, nor uphold justice through the Human Realm.

What reason does it have to exist? Lin Feng thought of this and genuinely felt a desire to charge into Beijing, to seek justice from heaven for the thousands of innocent deceased from the Six Great Sects.

Lin Feng lowered his head, surveying the surroundings, and took a deep breath. Looking up towards the sky beyond the small forest, he shouted: 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"Oh heaven! Where is the justice..."

When Lin Feng spoke of justice, he naturally referred to the Heavenly Dao. The vast Heavenly Dao shows compassion for all beings, punishing evil and rewarding good, the Heavenly Dao is fair.

But the world as it stands now seems entirely in disarray, with no semblance of fairness. The Righteous Path suppressed by evil and Court’s corruption, leaving the common people in suffering and chaos. Once a peaceful world, now it’s increasingly chaotic.

After Lin Feng lamented, someone suddenly started speaking from behind.

"The Heavenly Dao was never fair, if there wasn’t any fairness, where would unfairness come from?" The speaker mentioned it so nonchalantly, as if they had seen all there is in this mortal, mundane world.

Upon hearing someone speak, Lin Feng immediately turned his horse around to look at the speaker behind him. It turned out to be an older man, who was the Squad Leader from the Illusion Sound Pavilion.

Lin Feng found it strange; how was it that everyone else had perished, yet he survived? So he asked the portly man:

"May I ask how many survivors there are, please take me to see them."

The portly man, looking quite beleaguered, having likely suffered much last night, replied to Lin Feng:

"Why don’t you ask what we encountered last night, instead of immediately asking if there are any survivors?"

The tone of the portly man’s voice was laced with wariness, as if, in this moment, he trusted no one.

Of course, Lin Feng could sense a hint of this from his words. So, he calmly told the portly man:

"The dead are gone, rather than worrying about them, it’s better to focus on the present."

Lin Feng’s meaning was very clear. He was saying, "I don’t have time now to care about what happened, I’m more concerned with the safety of the living."

At this moment, Wu Fa, who was beside them, dismounted and led his Spiritual Horse as he walked step by step toward the portly man.

The portly man didn’t evade and awaited Wu Fa to approach him.

At this point, the portly man’s clothes were very dirty and rather unkempt, looking as if he was physically exhausted.

Wu Fa stood before the portly man and, with confidence and a calm expression, said to him: "Here, take this horse. Lead us to find the living."

They had set off with three horses. Wu Fa and Lin Feng each rode one, tying another behind for fear of exhausting any horse in a long gallop.

The portly man observed Wu Fa giving his horse for him to ride. Although he found it somewhat abrupt, since he was familiar with Lin Feng and witnessed the battle against the Desolate Realm Vanguard Army down the slope,

It seemed to him that the man before him felt familiar, despite not having seen Wu Fa closely before. But from Wu Fa’s robust figure, it wasn’t hard to deduce that this was the person who had duelled with a major general sent by the Vanguard Army yesterday.

Though he hadn’t made a single move, the fluent riding and ability to toy with the opponent from start to finish revealed to the portly man that Wu Fa was no simple figure.

Just as the portly man mentioned, Wu Fa was really a capable and battle-ready talent, which was also why Lin Feng kept him by his side. Only such a figure could respond to extremities in peril. With such a person with him, Lin Feng didn’t have to worry about causing him harm.

Lin Feng always believed everyone had their own destiny, and unless necessary, he wouldn’t drag others into his fate.

Lin Feng didn’t want to see others harmed because of him. As he often said, everyone has their path; let them pursue themselves. Why needlessly pull others into one’s fate irresponsibly?

The portly man received the horse from Wu Fa, and after witnessing the incredibly shocking battle of yesterday, he began to doubt Lin Feng’s identity.

"Could it be, sir, you are truly a successor of the Star-Gazing Pavilion?"

The portly man’s words were serious and extremely detailed. Because he knew, since the Star-Gazing Pavilion had been annihilated, speaking about the Sect Leader was somewhat absurd. If this person was a successor of Star-Gazing Pavilion, he was no ordinary figure. Following him, maybe the Six Great Sects could have a chance to regather their past glory and vitality.

Thinking this, the portly man resolved to follow Lin Feng, knowing the man before him became the leader in his heart.

Seeing that the portly man finally believed in him, Lin Feng cupped his hands in salute, smiling faintly.

The portly man, seeing Lin Feng smile, realized the other was not joking with him.

With this realization, joy filled the portly man’s heart. Unable to suppress his delight, he softly whispered: "The Righteous Path is saved."

He spoke with such pleasure, not knowing that a tremendous conspiracy awaited the three of them.

After finishing with Lin Feng, the portly man mounted his horse. Wu Fa also mounted another sturdy horse. Wu Fa didn’t let the portly man ride the already ridden horse. Instead, because he wasn’t sure about the other horse’s temperament, he feared any mishap during the journey could cause unnecessary trouble.

Wu Fa entrusted his own horse, on which he completed the journey, to the portly man. At least Wu Fa could ascertain that the horse had a gentle nature and wouldn’t jostle the injured.

Leading his horse, Wu Fa approached the portly man, sensing his disordered aura. From it, Wu Fa deduced the portly man was severely injured, indicated by the lack of color on his face. He then offered his own horse.

Wu Fa’s thoughts were exceedingly precise, adeptly handling many small details, ensuring no flaws remained.