Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Although the excitement of the happy event temporarily washed away the restlessness and anxiety of the past few days, the dark clouds in the sky never really dissipated. They still lingered like a crawling giant beast, lurking under the peace, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The wooden statue, formed by the thoughts and wishes of all the people, was solemnly placed by Lu Wensheng on the rosewood table on the side of the quiet room.

The wooden statue is exquisitely carved, and the "him" is dressed in a fairy robe with flowing clouds, wide sleeves and patterns of mountains and rivers. He has a compassionate and resolute expression, and his brows contain wisdom and compassion that can see through the world. He holds a precious mirror with inner brilliance, which symbolizes the ability to distinguish between good and evil and see through falsehood; in the other hand he holds an ancient long sword, with a faint light flowing on the sword body, which means to slay evil and protect the people.

The overall atmosphere is solemn and peaceful, revealing a divine aura that cannot be desecrated.

Lu Wensheng would stand quietly here for a moment every morning, not to pray for protection, but to burn incense and meditate, to pay tribute to the original intention he set that year, and to sense and respond to the purest and most simple wishes and beliefs of thousands of people carried in the wooden statue.

When your fingertips lightly touch the cool wood, you seem to be able to hear the people in the distant world longing for good weather, a stable life, and a call for fairness, justice, and a clear world.

Amidst the smoke of incense, he often gazed into those eyes that were carved to be too compassionate, as if he could see through them the weight of life that he was destined to bear.

This heavy trust made his faith in the Tao even clearer and more resolute.

However, the flames of reality eventually spread.

The demons' long-planned counterattack finally broke out on this day.

Of the three ancient seals, two had already been broken, leaving only the last one. After a hundred years of erosion by wind and rain and constant corrosion by demonic energy, it began to wail under the heavy burden, and cracks spread like spider webs, and eventually the spiritual light dissipated, becoming completely ineffective!

A hundred years later, the demon army that was once suppressed by force, carrying with it a hundred years of accumulated resentment and evil spirit, is back again like evil spirits crawling out of the abyss of hell, and its mighty demonic power is approaching the world!

They had obviously been harboring resentment for a hundred years of confinement, and their appearance this time was extremely terrifying.

The rolling demonic energy was as thick as ink, rising into the sky from the broken seal, quickly spreading out, and gathering into extremely thick dark clouds in the sky, covering the entire sky, as if covering the entire sky with a curtain of despair.

In the devil cloud, one could vaguely see countless ferocious demon shadows flying around and roaring, the wind howling, and ghosts crying.

The pure demonic energy collided and clashed violently with the pure spiritual energy between heaven and earth, making a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound, and occasionally bursting out dazzling arcs of energy. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and the mountains and rivers lost their color.

There is no time limit for spiritual practice, and the immortal calendar never counts years and months, but the history books have never dared to omit the catastrophes and struggles of this fleeting century.

From the time the demons were forcibly sealed off a hundred years ago to the time when disaster struck again today, the succession of several generations of cultivators, the rise and fall of countless sects, and even the rise and fall of human dynasties, have all been recorded in mottled and heavy strokes in the jade scrolls.

This fleeting period of time is destined to be deeply engraved in history with bold strokes and colors, becoming a tragic footnote that future generations cannot bypass.

On the chessboard, the two sides' century-long testing, planning, and moves finally came to an end at this moment.

The last layer of the veil of tenderness was also ruthlessly torn off, revealing the most naked and primitive predatory nature underneath.

It was as if civilization had faded away in an instant. Both warring parties were like untamed, hungry and bloodthirsty beasts in the depths of the mountains. They regarded each other as prey that they must kill, and launched the most brutal attacks, encirclements, and devouring, vowing to complete a bloodless but elegant, perfect and deadly hunt.

That day, the sky suddenly changed. The sun and moon lost their light, the stars became dim, and red and purple intertwined like a broken wound.

The mountain protection formations of various forces seemed to be shaken at the same time by an invisible giant hand, humming and operating autonomously to the extreme. Various colors of spiritual light shot up into the sky, interweaving into a confused and uneasy light network. The halo shot up into the sky, reflecting the stars in the daytime.

Countless meteors streaked across the dark sky, dragging long flames, streaking across the deep night sky with sad and beautiful flames, and falling to the surrounding areas with long rays of light.

The masters who were good at innate numbers and Ziwei Dou Shu tried to deduce them in a quiet room, but the hexagrams all showed unclear signs.

More sects took action silently. The heads and elders looked solemn, and instructions were passed down quickly and secretly. Resources were concentrated, disciples were recalled, and all unnecessary training was terminated. A tense atmosphere of impending storm quickly filled the entire world of cultivation.

The leaders of various sects, clan leaders, demon lords... these rulers who stood at the top of all living beings, all stood silently on the mountaintop pavilion, looking up at the ominous lights streaking across the night sky, their eyes complicated and difficult to read.

Some are worried, some are determined, some are eager to fight, and some are deeply helpless.

The road to immortality is long and arduous, and one has to go against the will of heaven and fight for life with all things.

Faced with such a catastrophe that concerns their survival, the word "retreat" has never appeared in their options.

The previous order to suppress demons was not so much an order as it was a brocade letter from the clouds that passed through the sky, or a simple instruction on the jade platform of the Immortal Alliance.

Its elegance is like the teachings of a banished immortal, and there is room for maneuver between the lines, like a gentle breeze inviting the moon, only pointing out cause and effect, without constantly talking about life and death.

All schools and factions can act according to their capabilities and make decisions with discretion, as if it is just a light move in the corner of the chess game, without taking the heaven and earth and all living beings as the stakes.

But today's Demon Suppression Order is completely different.

It is no longer a vague instruction, but a thorough mobilization of heaven and earth, the ringing of golden bells and the iron laws that can be heard from the thirty-three heavens to the nine underworlds.

Orders are like the will of heaven, they cannot be questioned or disobeyed.

It is engraved with the blood seal of the oath and the laws of heaven. Anyone who receives the order will have their spiritual power activated and their soul bound - this is a command from above that penetrates all spirits, and it is the final drumbeat before the decisive battle between immortals and demons.

It may have been called "response" in the past, but today it must be called "recruitment".

The immortal sects in the heavens are no longer as elegant and detached as before, acting only when the opportunity arises. Instead, entire sects and schools come out in full force, with spirit boats and battle formations covering the sky and the sun. The dynasties on earth are no longer just offering sacrifices to the sky, but all cultivators in the country are registered, and all those who have established their foundation and are above this level must respond to the order. Even old monsters and wandering cultivators who have been in seclusion for thousands of years and are not in the world of mortals, feel the call of the jade order, open their eyes in their caves, and face the calamity with reverence.

This order was not issued as a warning, but was a destiny and a matter of life and death - it was either victory or death, there was no other way.

Therefore, when the true "Demon Suppression Order" was issued by the Immortal Sect, the moment the jade talisman was crushed, the mighty sound of Taoism was like a huge bell, resounding throughout the mountains and rivers, and across the nine provinces and four seas.

It spread throughout the four seas and eight wildernesses at the fastest speed, reaching the sects in the immortal world and the caves of independent cultivators, and even the like-minded associations in the mortal world received the warning.

As soon as this order was issued, people from all over the world responded!

In an instant, sword lights, escape lights, and magic weapon lights of various colors shot up into the sky from countless mountains, lakes, cities, and islands, like rivers flowing into the sea, or like stars suddenly shining, cutting through the sky and converging towards the direction designated by the Demon-Slaying Order.

The sword cultivators of Lingxiao Sect turned into sword rainbows, and the sword energy merged into one, cold and murderous; the fairies of Piaomiao Valley rode on fairy birds, their colorful clothes fluttering, but they brought up a majestic spiritual tide; the gorgeous flying boats of Xuanyi Pavilion formed a formation, and the light of spiritual cannons flickered at the bow; the Taoists of Zixiao Temple stepped on the Tai Chi formation diagram, and the light was clear and bright; the huge demon cloud of the demon clan rolled and rushed, and the sound of war drums was low and shaking; even many secluded old monsters broke out and merged into this mighty torrent.

The Common People's Alliance, which is now considered an alliance of loose cultivators, lit the beacon fire, and a red light shot up into the sky. All the loose cultivators in the world rose up on their flying weapons, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and rushed to where the flag pointed.

The sky was filled with whizzing lights and powerful auras. The Jindan and Yuanying cultivators, who were rarely seen on ordinary days, were now as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river. Their divine thoughts intertwined in the air. Although they were silent, a tragic and heroic fighting spirit was spreading silently.

Above the earth, the human dynasty also held an altar to offer sacrifices to the heavens, resisting the torrent of armored cavalry that might invade from demons and the sword lights of the cultivators that streaked across the sky. Countless low-level cultivators, warriors, and even mortal men who had heard the news, clenched their weapons tightly, their hearts filled with indescribable shock and a sense of participation at this general mobilization of the cultivation world.

The order to exterminate demons has been issued, and the whole world is in turmoil, with the cold and heat being the same!