NOVPUB"But recently, for some unknown reason, the Ancient Dragon Dynasty actually joined the war to help the Feather Clan.
We were utterly powerless to resist at the moment, and Elder Shi Yong was injured, leading us to suffer defeats one after another.
In a few days, I fear our Stone Holy Mountain won’t be able to hold out."
"It’s that serious," Shi Jian furrowed his brow.
"Yes, hence the Clan Leader sent me to seek help from the Cloud Sea Hall up north," Shi Min nodded in reply.
"The Clan Leader just let you go alone?" Shi Jian asked with confusion.
"If something unexpected happens on the way, like earlier, let alone seeking help, you’d probably not even survive."
"There was no other choice, our Stone Race has suffered heavy losses now.
The remaining people all need to defend Stone Holy Mountain," Shi Min said in pain.
"Moreover, we need to ask for help not just from Cloud Sea Hall but from all the sects in the Supreme Domain," Shi Min continued.
"But we aren’t familiar with the others," Shi Jian asked.
"Why would they help us?"
"The Clan Leader believes that as long as our race doesn’t perish and our people can retain their freedom,
anything they ask for beyond those two conditions can be agreed upon," Shi Min replied.
"At this point, we can only try.
There’s no choice left to make."
"Could it be that destiny truly intends to annihilate our Stone Race," Shi Jian sighed.
First it was just the Feather Clan that was difficult to deal with, but now the Ancient Dragon Dynasty has joined.
They are an Imperial Rule Immortal Sect, and what’s more, a sect with two emperors.
Everyone couldn’t help but feel a wave of despair.
"Yu Yan Junior Sister, don’t look so sorrowful; it breaks my heart," beside Shi Yuyan came a disciple of the Immortal Mortal Sect.
A young man stepped forward and patted her shoulder, smiling: "Heaven never seals all the exits. There will always be a way."
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Lu Ze," Shi Yuyan nodded.
Then she turned to the others and said, "Right, let me introduce you.
These are my Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters from the Immortal Mortal Sect.
They’re here to help our Stone Race.
This is Senior Brother Lu Ze, whose grandfather is a Core Elder of our Immortal Mortal Sect.
These two are Senior Brothers Chang Yin and Wang Yang.
And these two are Senior Sisters Tan Qingqing and Sun Yi, who are both my close friends."
Following Shi Yuyan’s introduction, everyone greeted each other.
Shi Jian, not wanting to be outdone, said, "Let me introduce someone as well.
These two are my Junior Brothers from the Heavenly Dao Academy.
Xu Zimei and Da Zhi, both are very strong characters.
They’ve also come to assist our Stone Race."
"So, it’s the esteemed disciples of the Heavenly Dao Academy," Lu Ze smiled to the side.
"I’ve heard of your fame far and wide, a pleasure to meet you indeed."
"Immortal Mortal Sect isn’t bad either; we have admired you for a long time," Xu Zimei replied.
As the saying goes, one does not slap the hand that’s extended for a handshake.
The Immortal Mortal Sect must be the most unique among the Imperial Rule Immortal Sects.
Though their history isn’t long and they have only one Great Emperor, their status is exceptional,
for it was the Immortal Mortal Emperor who bore Destiny in the last generation.
He’s the closest to the Great Emperor thus far.
Unlike many declining sects, the Immortal Mortal Sect is still vibrant and on the rise.
The War Generals the Great Emperor left behind are at their peak, having just been baptized by Destiny.
Hence, though the Immortal Mortal Sect has only one Great Emperor, no one dares to underestimate them.
.......
"You’ve all been away for a long time, the Clan Leader and our fellow disciples have been missing you."
Shi Min spoke from the side.
"You all go back to the Sect Gate first, I need to go to the Cloud Sea Hall for help."
Shi Jian sighed and nodded slightly.
"Then let’s go to Stone Holy Mountain together," Shi Yuyan suggested.
The group walked out of the Feather Stone Forest, their gaze stretching towards the distant horizon.
A mountain, dark as ink, loomed before them.
The mountain, about a thousand zhang tall, was not towering, but exceptionally precipitous.
The whole mountain gave the impression of being made from a pile of huge rocks rather than one solid mass.
"Everyone, be cautious, as Shi Min just mentioned, the area around Stone Holy Mountain is now full of people from the Feather Clan," Shi Jian reminded.
...
When the group reached the foot of the mountain, they unexpectedly found a large contingent of the Feather Clan’s military on patrol.
"Who goes there?" The Feather Clan soldiers instantly noticed the newcomers.
"Quick, go fetch Lord Yu Chengkong, someone is attempting to storm Stone Holy Mountain."
The Feather Clan soldiers surrounded them, all on high alert.
The leader was a man with an eight-piece beard.
"Who might you be? What brings you to Stone Holy Mountain?" the bearded man asked.
"The world is vast. We go wherever we wish. Do we really need to report to you?" Shi Yuyan replied indifferently.
"At this critical time of the great battle between our Feather Clan and the Stone Race, no one is permitted to enter."
"If you insist on forcing your way," the bearded man replied, "then we shall offend you.
And label you as accomplices of the Stone Race."
"Wang Yang, take care of him," Lu Ze snorted coldly, instructing another young disciple from the Immortal Mortal Sect.
The young man named Wang Yang stepped forward.
He was dressed in a blue, loose-fitting robe, from which two short daggers suddenly flew out of the sleeves.
With daggers in hand, he offered a slight smile.
His figure became a myriad of afterimages, sweeping through the void.
"Damn it, get out of the way," screamed the bearded man, immediately sensing danger.
But it was too late.
Dagger shadows flew in all directions, accompanied by screams; there was no time to dodge.
They were already chopped into chunks by the blade shadows.
Blood was spilling everywhere, and Wang Yang licked his lips, seemingly enjoying the atmosphere.
"Who dares to kill my brethren of the Feather Clan?" At that moment, a voice like thunderous explosion rang out from afar.
A man in a black robe with a pair of pure black wings on his back was approaching from the air.
The man emanated a powerful aura.
The hurricane brought forth by his wings tore through the void, dark forces swirling around him.
"It seems a big shot has arrived," Wang Yang said with a light chuckle.
The man in the black robe looked over their attire and furrowed his brow, asking, "I am Yu Chengkong. Are you from the Immortal Mortal Sect?"
"So what if we are?" Lu Ze asked in return.
"Our Feather Clan has no dealings or grievances with the Immortal Mortal Sect. I don’t understand why you would get involved in our affair with the Stone Race?" Yu Chengkong inquired.
"We’re not interfering. We were simply trying to go to Stone Holy Mountain and got blocked by them," Lu Ze said indifferently.
Although he was there to assist Shi Yuyan, it was purely as an individual.
He could not involve the Immortal Mortal Sect.
Therefore, even in his reply, he reserved some measure.
"Regardless, the fact remains that you’ve killed members of our Feather Clan. Come with me," Yu Chengkong stated.
"What if we refuse?" Wang Yang asked.
"That’s not up to you," Yu Chengkong retorted with a cold snort.
"Is that so? Just you alone?" Wang Yang replied, equally defiant.
The blade intent in his hands erupted with astonishing might, heading straight for Yu Chengkong.
