The Undying Immortal System

For a month, my life continued as if the attack on the Su Clan had never happened, but when I was doing alchemy in my workshop one day a booming voice was heard everywhere in the sect.

“Twin Mountains Sect, you have been found guilty of training and harboring the criminals Elder TianHou, Deacon Wang SuPing, Deacon Wang SuFei, and Deacon Du RanJing. For this crime, the sect shall be abolished, and all members shall serve as proof that justice has been carried out.”

What happened next could not be described as killing a chicken to scare a monkey. It was more akin to slaughtering a herd to eradicate a disease.

From my position in the faction enclave, I could see tens of thousands of warriors encircling both mountains of the sect. As I watched, their formation slowly closed around each mountain’s base.

It was more difficult for me to see what was happening at the Martial Peak, but I could see those around the Alchemy Peak clearly enough. Their first target was the city of the nominal disciples. As the circle of warriors closed in upon it, some wrapped around to form a complete barrier, blocking any possible escape.

The attackers didn’t even bother entering the city to fight man to man. Massive waves of energy rippled out of their formation and tore apart buildings one by one. The large apartment buildings, like the one I used to live in, collapsed like they were built out of mud and rotten sticks.

The attacks didn’t come from a single element. There were bursts of all five basic elements. Gouts of fire, blasts of ice, giant slashes from invisible swords, huge swaths of earth overturned, and creeping vines attacked both structures and humans, but this was only part of the devastation. Buildings were also struck by thick columns of lightning, hurricane-force winds, and other attacks I could not see.

I had never seen what warriors from the sect’s Martial Peak were capable of, and I didn’t know if they were able to cause this level of damage, but this was far beyond what I had imagined a grandmaster could do. If a Grandmaster could easily destroy a building single-handedly, what would a Lord, King, or Emperor be capable of?

The encroaching armies paused their march toward the mountain as the city of the nominal disciples was attacked. They wanted us to see, to bear witness to, their vengeance. It was hard to see many details from my vantage high up the mountain, but even as far away as I was, I could still hear the screaming of a hundred thousand souls. They knew they were doomed. They had no way to defend themselves, no way to fight back. All they could do was wait to be slaughtered.