Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

In the past, when immortals and demons were fighting fiercely, the heaven and earth were eclipsed. The Wenxian Sect, which took the lead in the righteous path, built a "Broken Jade Platform" among the towering mountains where the two realms met.

This platform is not located in the Wenxian Sect, but stands alone on the vast mountain ridge where the world of cultivation and the world of mortals meet. It is like a backbone that stretches between immortals and mortals, silently bearing a heavy burden.

Its name "Broken Jade" comes from the resoluteness of "It is better to be broken into pieces than to be intact as a piece of tile".

On the day of the restart, the platform was solemn, as if the bloody and fiery ceremony a hundred years ago had never gone away, but had only settled into a deeper solemnity.

There are no other buildings taller than the Broken Jade Platform around it.

The mountains bow their heads, the clouds linger, and only this platform stands tall. It was built by generations of monks with their sincerity, blood, and lives. It is a monument and a farewell platform, symbolizing the indestructible morality and dignity of the righteous path.

Even a figure like the Grand Elder was now standing on the stage with the other monks, and had to slightly raise his head to see the scene on the stage.

The weight this platform carries far exceeds one's personal cultivation and status; it represents the destiny and determination of the entire righteous path.

The auspicious time is approaching, the world responds to the call of the Demon-Slaying Order, and thousands of dazzling lights rush in from all corners of the world.

But in the eastern sky, sword energy rushed into the sky, and the cold light cut through the clouds. The monks of Lingxiao Sect came on their swords, like shooting stars, in an orderly manner, and landed silently. They were wearing dark sword robes and looked murderous, but there was a burning sword intent in their eyes, as if they couldn't wait to drink the devil's blood.

Soon after, the air in the south was filled with auspiciousness. The fairies from Piaomiao Valley rode on phoenixes and cranes, or stepped on spiritual lotus, or dragged silken gauze. They were dressed in colorful clothes and danced like startled swans. They came in formation, their spiritual light was elegant yet majestic, like colorful ribbons dancing in the sky, dispelling some of the gloom.

The clouds in the west were torn apart by rays of brilliant light, and the huge spirit boat fleet of Xuanyi Pavilion appeared through the air. The boats were made of spiritual wood, gold and stone, inlaid with pearls and jade, runes flowed, and the spiritual pressure was overwhelming, like a moving immortal fortress, demonstrating unparalleled financial strength and weapon refining skills.

In the north, the clear light of Tai Chi rotates and paves the road. The disciples of Zixiao Temple step on the formation diagram, their Taoist robes fluttering, and the mysterious Taoist rhyme is revealed when they sweep the whisk. They come silently, but attract the surrounding spiritual energy to naturally flock to them. The power of thunder is hidden in their silence.

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There were also rolling demonic clouds surging from the sky. The demon lord Wu Zhi led a group of demons to come, some of them revealed part of their true form, and some completely transformed into human form. They had a fierce aura and the sound of war drums was low, which was very different from the clear and spiritual aura of the cultivators, but they were also determined to fight to the death.

The beacon light of the "Cangsheng League", an alliance of independent cultivators, has not yet completely dissipated, and countless rays of light are rising from the mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, cities and wilderness. These independent cultivators who usually go their separate ways have now gathered into a stream, with different magic weapons and mixed auras, but their gazes are firm, looking towards the common Broken Jade Platform.

The armored cavalry of the Human Dynasty were also stationed at the foot of the mountain, with flags fluttering. Although they could not fly like the monks, the bloody energy and murderous military formations that soared into the sky also formed a solid barrier.

Countless low-level monks and warriors were among them, holding their weapons tightly and looking up at the sacred and tragic platform on the top of the mountain.

All streams of the world converged on the sect, and the elites gathered. Prodigies from all sides and pillars of the sect, rarely seen on ordinary days, now appeared here.

On the vast plain surrounding the Broken Jade Platform, there were many figures, the atmosphere was as vast as the sea, but there was complete silence. An invisible, heavy pressure permeated the air, like the ultimate calm before a storm.

From the stage, curls of green smoke rose. The smoke was a strange color, like a cold spring stream, hanging upside down above the smooth top of the stage, condensing and not dispersing.

However, if someone is brave enough to use his spiritual sense to explore, he will be shocked to find that the inside of the green jade incense burner is actually extremely hot, and the incense dust is warm, as if it can burn away all the evil desires in the world and burn them to charred dust.

The smoke spread silently, covering the entire mountain range, interweaving with the skylight, creating a hazy shadow like a rosy cloud, like a low-hanging cloud, gently yet heavily enveloping the surrounding area.

An invisible and colorless hum filled the mountains, like the whispers of thousands of dead, or the prayers of the living, which submerged every inch of rock and grass.

The heart of the mountain seemed to transform into a deep pool, absorbing and embracing all these sounds and emotions. Occasionally, from nowhere, the sound of a sparse bell would ring, clear and distant, penetrating layers of noise and reaching the depths of the human heart, bringing a moment of clarity and a deeper throbbing.

The eyebrows and eyes of the people in the audience seemed a little blurred in the smoke and shadows, and it was difficult to make them out one by one, but the light flashing in those eyes was surprisingly consistent - it was suppressed anger, like a surging underground fire; it was a firm will, as immovable as a rock; it was the determination to die, like the stars that will shine in the night.

These gazes converged into a river, flowing silently and burning, like countless hidden sparks, ready to set the prairie on fire with just one order.

At this time, representatives of the young generation of geniuses nominated by various forces flew onto the platform one after another.

They are all the future of the sect and the best among men. At this moment, they represent the power and oath of the new generation.

Wei Xun, the representative of Lingxiao Sect, stepped out first with a figure as swift as a sword, his voice as clear as the sound of a sword: "Disciples of Lingxiao Sect, we swear hereby that wherever our sword's heart points, the evil aura will be cleared! We will sharpen our sword with our own bodies to protect the people!" The sword energy hummed around him, causing the swords of countless sword cultivators below the stage to resonate with it.

Xun Ruo, who was from Piaomiao Valley and had a gorgeous appearance and a cool temperament, stepped forward and gently stroked her heart with her slender hand: "The disciples of Piaomiao Valley swear to cleanse the evil spirits with a single thought. Although the colorful clothes are soft, they will protect the mountains and rivers!" A soft but tenacious aura emanated from her body.

The representative of Xuanyi Pavilion was Ye Yingzhou, holding a jade slip in his hand, and speaking in a voice as loud as gold and jade: "The disciples of Xuanyi Pavilion swear that all the ingenious skills of craftsmen will be used to slay demons! All the resources we have will be used in this battle! Money can make friends with gods, and it can also slay demons!" There was a sense of heroism and confidence in his words.

Yun Wujiu, a young Taoist priest from Zixiao Temple, bowed his head, his tone calm but full of Taoist authority: "Disciples of Zixiao Temple swear to use the mysterious and pure Tai Chi to suppress evil and break delusion. The Tao follows nature and can also cut off karma!" There was a faint shadow of Tai Chi flowing around his body.

When it was the turn of the Medical Valley, a figure appeared quietly on the stage as if a breeze was blowing. It was Cheng Yang, the chief of the Medical Valley, who had not been noticed by most people before.

He did not have an imposing aura, and his clothes were plain. He was like a clear spring in the mountains, calm and gentle, and was born with a low sense of presence that almost blended into the environment.

However, when he raised his head, his eyes were filled with rock-hard determination.

He didn't raise his voice, but his gentle yet remarkably clear voice reached everyone's ears: "The disciples of the Medical Valley swear an oath. Though a tiny needle can determine life or death, even the most potent elixir can save a withered bone. Beneath the smoke of war, a heart of compassion must remain. We are willing to stand at the last line, snatching lives from the netherworld, saving souls in an instant, until the demonic calamity ends and the medicine furnace extinguishes!"

Fang Xiaoliang of the demon clan then spoke loudly on behalf of the demon clan: "All demons swear an oath. Even with sharp claws and fangs, we can defend the righteousness! All races unite to shake the demon abyss!"

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The one chosen from the Alliance of Loose Cultivators was Yu Shuoyang. Today, he had shed his past frivolity and said in a deep voice: "The Alliance of Common People swore an oath. Although the loose cultivators are insignificant, they still have a noble spirit! The world is bright and clear, how can we allow the devil to contaminate it? We, the wild grass, must also burn the devil!" His words resonated with countless loose cultivators.