The skies above and the lands within the Sky Mending Pavilion were filled with the clamor of battle. Every living being surged forward, eager to seize this grand opportunity. Whether it was the Scripture Repository or the Spirit Herb Fields, both had become primary battlegrounds, stained crimson with blood.
“The Scripture Repository is empty! The ancient texts have already been taken! Hunt down their high-ranking members—they must carry secret manuals on them!” roared a massive silver crocodile, its body stretching dozens of feet long, its gleaming silver scales radiant. With a mighty swing of its body, its razor-sharp claws tore through the earth, sending boulders flying like a demonic overlord.
The disciples of the Sky Mending Pavilion were under siege. Numerous factions had descended upon them, and since they had already made their move, they were now sworn enemies. The only safe course was to annihilate them all. Like a collapsing wall, countless races and beings sought to plunder the divine treasures of the Sky Mending Pavilion, aiming to strip it bare.
Among them were old foes—such as the ancient Tuoba Clan, which had opposed the Sky Mending Pavilion since antiquity, and the Western Tomb Beast Mountain—who struck with ruthless precision, their runes filling the skies as they pressed forward, leaving no survivors.
“Enough of this humiliation!” roared Thunder Ancestor Mu Yan, his eyes bloodshot. Having already slain one old rival, he charged back into the fray despite his own wounds.
“Boom!” A torrent of thick lightning bolts erupted, densely packed, crashing into the enemy ranks. In an instant, dozens of snarling warriors from various races were reduced to charred corpses. With a single strike, the battlefield was cleared—bodies lay broken, flesh melted into paste.
“The old man is too strong! Attack him together!” someone shouted.
With a hum, Mu Yan shot through the air, a bolt of lightning descending upon the speaker, reducing them to shattered bones and blood rain. Fierce and domineering, Mu Yan carved through the battlefield, rescuing trapped disciples and clearing their escape.
“Roar—!” A silver crocodile lunged from the side, its claws gleaming with deadly light, slicing through a stone mountain as it aimed for Mu Yan’s back.
“Bang!” Mu Yan turned and clashed with it, lightning crackling between them. Though the crocodile’s scales—supreme treasures—blocked most of the lightning, it still staggered. Then, it spat a beam of runic light, seeking to slay its foe.
Simultaneously, two more figures charged—both patriarchs of great sects, rarely seen in the world, yet now appearing together to kill Mu Yan.
“You vile opportunists—perish!” Mu Yan raged. His temper was as explosive as his power, and he despised such underhanded tactics. He unleashed his full might, engaging them in a brutal battle.
A string of purple orbs materialized, like a chain of gleaming amethysts, streaking across the sky with blinding radiance. At first, none paid it heed—until terror struck. The two patriarchs paled, scrambling backward, one even vomiting blood as he burned his essence to escape.
“Boom!” The purple orbs detonated—supreme thunderbolts that shredded the silver crocodile’s flesh and shattered its scales. The fleeing patriarchs were also caught in the blast, their skin blackened and split as they barely escaped.
The silver crocodile, a sect master and one of its race’s strongest, was enraged. Rising on its hind legs, its silver radiance blazed like a deity’s, runes surging like an ocean as it sought to crush Mu Yan.
“Ten Stars Piercing the Sun!” Mu Yan intoned solemnly. Ten purple orbs danced in a line before igniting a sun-like explosion at the crocodile’s feet.
“Boom!” The area was consumed by blinding light—Mu Yan’s thunder law, where spherical lightning collided with cataclysmic force. The crocodile’s runes were obliterated, its body drenched in blood, its hide peeling away. Yet, its resilience was terrifying—it still lived.
Mu Yan struck again, wielding a Thunder God Hammer, smashing it into the crocodile’s body. Lightning surged, and with a sickening tear, the beast was split in two, its halves collapsing in a pool of blood.
The battle shook all who witnessed it. The Sky Mending Pavilion, though no longer at its peak, still bred formidable experts. The sight of the blood-drenched Thunder Ancestor sent enemies fleeing in terror.
Elsewhere, Elder Liu raged against a white tiger, his body glowing with golden runes. A pair of wings unfurled from his back, slicing through heaven and earth with a mere flap, wind and thunder roaring in their wake.
“Golden Roc Wings!” the tiger gasped, its belly split open, blood gushing.
“Die!” it roared, summoning a dozen silver spears—treasures forged from its own fangs—that shot forward like streaks of light.
Elder Liu dodged with impossible speed, his golden wings severing the spears mid-flight.
“One who walks the path of physical sanctity needs no treasures—his own body and techniques are his greatest weapons,” the tiger realized in horror. Though Elder Liu seemed frail, his flesh was indomitable, his techniques unstoppable.
The tiger unleashed a sonic wave, runes flooding the battlefield as it pounced, its killing array of metallic energy forming. Yet Elder Liu disrupted the runes with golden rain, shattering the formation with a single step.
“Die!” Elder Liu charged, his entire body golden, like a humanoid Golden-Winged Roc. In moments, the tiger lay dead, its skull shattered.
Despite their might, Mu Yan and Elder Liu were outnumbered. They fought through waves of enemies, rescuing disciples, their bodies drenched in blood.
Then—a rain of light descended from the heavens, dazzling and beautiful.
“It’s here! The true great opportunity!” Cheers erupted as all raised their arms to welcome the divine rain.
At the ancient courtyard where the Guardian Spirit once dwelled, battles raged for prime positions. Even former disciples like Yu Feng and noble scions fought under their clans’ protection, eager for the baptism.
“The Divine Vine is dying—its essence returns to the earth, a grand opportunity!” voices cried.
Plant Guardian Spirits, having sworn oaths to return their essence to the land that nurtured them, now fulfilled that vow. The old vine, its leaves yellow and lifeless, scattered its essence as it neared death.
“Guardian Spirit!” The Sky Mending Pavilion wept. The vine that had protected them for ages was now fading, having fought to its last breath.
“Go!” A deep voice echoed from the heavens as a golden rift formed—the seventh attempt to evacuate. Yet it failed once more.
“Guardian Spirit, do not worry for us! Some have already escaped—they will rebuild the Sky Mending Pavilion!”
But enemies sneered, “Do you think your remaining strongholds still stand? We’ve already uncovered them all!”
Despair gripped the pavilion’s hearts.
Yet—hope arrived.
“Fire Rhino Tribe has come to aid the Sky Mending Pavilion!”
“Ling Wei Hou has arrived—defend our sacred land!”
“Qi Mountain Clan Master is here!”
“Red Sun Tribe answers the call!”
“War King of Stone Country has come—slay all invaders!”
From all directions, heroes returned—those who had once trained within the pavilion, now lords and kings, risking their lives to defend their alma mater.
Tears filled the eyes of the pavilion’s defenders.
“Kill them all! No mercy for those who dare attack the Sky Mending Pavilion!”
The invaders shuddered. The pavilion’s legacy ran deep—its disciples had become legends.
And now, those legends had returned.
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