Chapter 318: Su Ming, Is This Your So-Called Salvation?
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Fang Cheng Lang and Master Qing Yan froze in place.
Moments later, Fang Cheng Lang was the first to react, abruptly lifting his head.
Yet, in his sight, there was only Cui Jue’s solitary figure.
He shook his head bitterly.
Ah Jue had been dispirited since the death of Little Six, and his condition only worsened after Ye Cong Xin poisoned and disfigured him. His words were unreliable.
Master Qing Yan also dismissed Cui Jue’s claims as delusions.
But Cui Jue persistently stared into the void, his question destined to remain unanswered.
Unable to watch any longer, Fang Cheng Lang forcibly dragged him away.
Lone Moon Peak returned to its dead silence. …
Days passed.
A deafening boom echoed across the sky.
Master Qing Yan leapt to his feet.
In the distance, countless flashes of lightning intertwined with resounding thunder.
“She! She’s…”
The thought of Ye Cong Xin ascending to the Higher Realm, only to wreak havoc upon the ancestors of the Five Elements Dao Sect, felt like having his heart torn out and his organs ablaze.
She must not ascend!
Master Qing Yan gathered all his spiritual power, striking the chains around him repeatedly.
But he was no longer the unparalleled cultivator of the Divine Transformation Stage he once was. The chains, meticulously crafted by Ye Cong Xin specifically for him, were unyielding.
His repeated strikes left the chains intact, while the recoil caused his blood to surge uncontrollably, forcing him to cough up blood.
“No! No! No!”
Refusing to give up, he sat cross-legged, pressing two fingers against his dantian and drawing upwards.
A ball of blue light enveloping a Nascent Soul the size of a fist emerged from his body.
But the next moment, the Nascent Soul screamed, retreating back into Master Qing Yan’s form.
Chains were bound to its feet as well. If separated from his body, the chains would burrow into the soul itself, trapping him in a state of neither life nor death.
This was Ye Cong Xin’s ultimate revenge.
She wanted Master Qing Yan imprisoned forever on the Lone Moon Peak, unable to escape for eternity!
…
Yu Zhao could never fathom the depth of Ye Cong Xin’s animosity toward Master Qing Yan.
After all, he had always stood unwaveringly by her side, protecting her reputation, even at the cost of harming another disciple. Without him, her life would have been forfeited multiple times.
Why did she harbor such hatred instead of gratitude?
However, Yu Zhao had no intention of pondering the matter deeply. Her focus was on whether Ye Cong Xin could successfully ascend.
From Lone Moon Peak, Yu Zhao could only glimpse the distant flashes of lightning, obstructed by the interference of the tribulation’s heavenly might.
The spectacle lasted seven full days and nights.
On the seventh day, the dark clouds dispersed.
Ye Cong Xin’s figure, along with the lightning, vanished entirely.
Despair gripped Master Qing Yan as he sliced his finger, inscribing a bloody message on a boulder:
“Disciple Qing Yan, ashamed of failing my sect and disciples, blinded by arrogance, have committed countless sins. Today, I use my remaining life to atone before the spirits of the departed…”
Yu Zhao glanced at the inscription before calmly looking away.
Her mind was preoccupied with the image of Ye Cong Xin’s tribulation ending.
The Heavenly Ladder never appeared!
Even though Ye Cong Xin had achieved the pinnacle of the Divine Transformation Stage, she still could not summon the ladder.
Yet, mysteriously, she was gone.
Did she truly ascend?
…
“Master! Master!”
Yu Zhao’s thoughts were interrupted by a voice brimming with excitement.
Turning toward the sound, she saw Su Ming, his beard unkempt, clutching an object as he rushed up the mountain, barely concealing his exhilaration.
Yu Zhao was startled upon recognizing the book in his hands.
It was unmistakable…
“Master, look! This is the Wordless Heavenly Book, the treasure of the Tai Bai Academy. The cultivation world can still be saved!”
“The Wordless Heavenly Book?”
Master Qing Yan’s expression was devoid of joy. He was convinced that the cultivation world was doomed and beyond saving.
Furthermore, he had never heard of Tai Bai Academy possessing such a treasure.
“Master, it’s true! Dean Mo Xin revealed it to me before his death. Only five people in the entire cultivation world know about the Wordless Heavenly Book. It can only be opened by someone chosen by destiny—and I am that person!”
For Su Ming, who had never been valued by Master Qing Yan, being entrusted with such an important task by someone as esteemed as Dean Mo Xin filled him with uncontainable pride.
Yu Zhao, however, had not expected Su Ming to be among those capable of unlocking the book.
From his tone, it seemed he had already discovered a way to save the cultivation world.
This was genuinely good news.
Master Qing Yan remained skeptical. “How can salvation be achieved?”
“Master, you and I are not enough. We need more people. I’ve already selected them and sent out messages. When everyone arrives, I’ll explain everything.”
Su Ming had clearly made up his mind, leaving Master Qing Yan with no choice but to relent.
…
Soon after, Fang Cheng Lang and Cui Jue arrived at the peak.
Shortly after, Quan Ye ascended as well, his empty sleeves swaying violently with each step.
An hour later, Lan Zi Yu, the only one of Ye Cong Xin’s five senior brothers who had yet to appear, finally arrived.
Though his appearance remained unchanged, his demeanor was utterly transformed—his shoulders slouched, and he trembled at the slightest sound.
Master Qing Yan looked at each of his disciples, remembering their once-proud and spirited selves, and felt as though his heart was being torn apart.
“Su Ming, everyone is here.”
Since Ye Cong Xin’s dark arts were exposed, Lone Moon Peak had become a place of shame and danger, with many calling for its removal from the Five Elements Dao Sect.
In this isolated situation, only those of Lone Moon Peak dared to respond to Su Ming’s call.
“Master, there’s still one more person. Please wait a little longer.”
“One more?”
“Yes.” Su Ming nodded firmly.
He was certain this person would come.
…
Two days later, an elderly man with white hair and a wrinkled face ascended the peak.
Fang Cheng Lang froze before storming forward and punching the man square in the face.
The man’s form shattered into a swarm of insects, only to reassemble moments later.
“Su Ming, is this your so-called salvation?”
It was him.
Wu Shao Zhen.
“Wu Shao Zhen!”
Yu Zhao and Fang Cheng Lang spoke his name simultaneously.
Fang Cheng Lang was livid. “How dare you come to Lone Moon Peak?”
Wu Shao Zhen remained indifferent. “Su Ming invited me.”
“Su Ming!”
Su Ming looked around, nodding in satisfaction. “Everyone is here. We can begin.”
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