Chapter 134 - 133: The birth of a different race_1
BANG! BANG! BANG! Inside the Ancient Enlightenment Domain, within an ancient, unadorned room, shattering sounds echoed one after another. Of the rows of Soul Jades arrayed on a high platform, nearly half had shattered in just a quarter of an hour.
"Something drastic has happened!" The complexions of the few disciples on duty changed. Every shattered Soul Jade signified the fall of a Saint. This was a sign of an impending great upheaval! After being stunned for a moment, they hurriedly reported upwards.
Soon, the terrible news reached the upper echelons, even startling the Elder who was in seclusion for healing. After a brief discussion, they all gathered on a scenic mountain peak, waiting in silence.
BOOM!
About four hours later, a faint aura emanated from within the mountain, accompanied by Blue Feather’s weak voice, "Elder, esteemed Elders, please come in!"
Everyone entered the mountain peak and saw Blue Feather, who had resurrected through a benevolent corpse. He no longer possessed his former vigorous demeanor; his face was ghastly pale, devoid of color. His cultivation had plummeted from the Middle Saint Realm to the Lesser Saint Realm. Without tens of thousands of years of secluded cultivation, recovery would be impossible.
"Sect Master, were you not headed to the Qin Empire? Why was your entire army annihilated?" the Great Elder demanded.
"The intelligence was flawed. Apart from three Lesser Saint Realm Martial Artists, the Qin Empire also has powerful artifacts and Middle Saint Realm Spell Masters..." Blue Feather replied bitterly, a trace of fear flickering deep within his pupils. Those four god-demon-like figures would forever be seared into his mind, unforgettable for all eternity.
Middle Saint Realm Spell Masters! Upon hearing this, everyone felt their scalps tingle. No wonder it was such a disastrous defeat.
A Spell Master’s combat prowess far exceeds that of ordinary Martial Artists. Their fighting styles are diverse and exceedingly strange, making them impossible to defend against.
"This battle began because of you. Now that it has ended in disaster and more than half of our sect’s upper echelons have perished, you bear an inescapable responsibility. You are no longer fit to be the Sect Master. From this day forth, you shall be an ordinary elder!" the Elder stated impassively after a moment of silence.