Volume 1, Chapter 45: Ruins of the Eight Desolations Sect

“Mu Yi! Do you really dare to kill us all?”

Not everyone at Daqian Academy was cowardly.

Some lifted their heads high, their expressions resolute and unyielding, as if ready to face death without surrender.

Yet, beneath their voices, an unmistakable tremor betrayed their fear.

Their bravery was merely a facade.

No one could remain truly calm when confronted with the terror of life and death, especially after having witnessed Mu Yi’s fierce might.

“There is nothing in this world that I, Mu Yi, do not dare to do. Killing all of you will take only a few breaths.”

Mu Yi still did not turn around. “But I am merciful; I have no desire to dirty my hands dealing with you worthless fish and shrimp.”

“However, I need you to return and deliver a message to all disciples of Daqian Academy.”

Finally, Mu Yi turned.

His gaze was sharp, his pupils like flying swords, even faintly shadowed by the image of a Sword Tomb.

In an instant, more than a hundred disciples of Daqian Academy felt as if they were trapped in a sword formation, pierced through the heart by countless blades.

“Within the Longmen Battlefield, if any disciple of Daqian Academy dares to kill a disciple of Shenyin Academy, I will kill ten of you in return!”

“Remember! Tenfold the price! I, Mu Yi, always keep my word.”

Having spoken, Mu Yi’s steps shifted, and he was already a hundred meters ahead.

Striding swiftly, his figure soon vanished into the horizon.

“Saved…”

As Mu Yi departed, over a hundred disciples of Daqian Academy collapsed one by one, knowing they had narrowly escaped death’s door.

“A pack of lost dogs.”

“Who would have thought this phrase would one day be used to describe disciples of Daqian Academy?”

Other sect disciples nearby witnessed the scene, deeply shaken and unable to regain their composure.

Daqian Academy had been revered for a millennium, its disciples perched atop the food chain, looking down on all living beings.

Yet now, before Mu Yi, each one was silent as if struck by cold fear, trembling uncontrollably.

If not for seeing it with their own eyes, who would believe it?

“Mu Yi is terrifying!”

“This man was a disciple of Daqian Academy just a few months ago!”

“For a thousand years, Daqian Academy ruled with an iron fist, but this time they truly misjudged—banishing this unparalleled prodigy from the academy…”

Whispers spread among the crowd.

Meanwhile, the more than a hundred Daqian disciples, like lost dogs, had long since retreated across the river.

They no longer dared to dream of the opportunities hidden within the sect ruins on this island.

All they wished was to distance themselves completely from Mu Yi, never to face this peerless Killing God again.

Ten minutes later.

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On the desolate Gobi Desert, wind-eroded ruins gradually emerged from the sands.

At that moment, a figure in a green robe sped towards them like lightning.

It was Mu Yi.

“Indeed, this is a sect ruin!”

Mu Yi halted and scanned his surroundings.

Amidst the buried sands, shattered remnants of buildings slowly revealed broken walls.

“Mu Yi, head directly to the innermost part. I sense the presence of pills, magical treasures, and martial arts manuals.”

At that moment, a mysterious woman within the Dragon Elephant Demon Tower spoke again.

“Senior.”

“Don’t call me senior; just call me Xianyue.”

For the first time, the mysterious woman revealed her name.

This signified a closer relationship between her and Mu Yi.

Previously, she had been more of an observer within the Dragon Elephant Demon Tower.

Although Mu Yi had become its ninety-ninth master, she had not fully accepted him.

Now, Xianyue was gradually developing feelings for Mu Yi and was willing to help him rapidly advance his cultivation.

“Thank you!”

Without further words, Mu Yi immediately followed the path Xianyue guided him towards.

Along the way, ruined walls and ancient structures appeared continuously.

Yet everything was rotten and decayed.

Had Mu Yi come alone without Xianyue’s guidance, seeing this environment would have been deeply disappointing.

All was decayed, turned to dust.

Even if this sect ruin once held many opportunities, magical treasures, and secrets of martial arts, what could possibly remain after over a hundred thousand years of erosion?

Nothing more than a handful of yellow dust.

“Look! This is the ruin of the Eight Desolations Sect!”

“Heavens! It really is the Eight Desolations Sect ruin! The legends are true!”

“I heard there was a massive earthquake here not long ago, which caused the buried ruins of the Eight Desolations Sect to reappear…”

Behind Mu Yi stood disciples from various sects.

They had also hurried to this place.

Except for the disciples of Daqian and Shenyin Academies, most other sect disciples had arrived.

Mu Yi paid no heed to them.

He strode deeper into the heart of the Eight Desolations Sect ruins.

Unlike the others who wandered aimlessly, Mu Yi, guided by Xianyue, knew exactly where to go from the start.

Soon, he arrived at an even more barren land.

Beneath the sand, a fragment of broken walls appeared before him.

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“Mu Yi, beneath this lies an underground palace containing well-preserved magical treasures, pills, and martial arts manuals.”

Xianyue spoke: “This is the only place within the Eight Desolations Sect that remains intact.”

“Excellent.”

A gleam of excitement appeared at the corner of Mu Yi’s mouth.

Forcing aside the thick sand, a three-zhang-high bronze ancient palace gate appeared.

Boom.

Mu Yi smashed the gate open with a single punch and stepped inside.

“Amazingly well-preserved.”

Inside was a vast hall.

As wind and sand swept in, the entire ancient hall aged and decayed at a rapid pace.

Yet high above, three beams of white light floated, their contents unaffected by the decay.

A golden-yellow greatsword engraved with dragon patterns.

A scroll of martial arts.

Six greenish-blue pills.

These were the last treasures the Eight Desolations Sect ruins left for the world.

“Hahaha! If the map is accurate, this is indeed the final treasure site of the Eight Desolations Sect!”

At that moment, a man suddenly appeared behind Mu Yi.

He wore a black robe, his head covered by a black hat, silent and ghostlike, as if stepping out from darkness.

“Hmm? Lord Xie of Evil Wind Cave, Wu Xie! You’ve also come to the Longmen Battlefield?”

Behind the black-robed man appeared another man.

Dressed in blue robes, holding a scroll, he was polite and refined.

He seemed like an ancient sage reborn.

“The leader of the Four Core Disciples of Spring and Autumn Academy, Qing Shuchen!”

Upon seeing this man, Wu Xie’s gaze sharpened considerably.

“Didn’t expect there to be such a treasure here. At least this trip wasn’t in vain.”

At that moment, outside the gate, a woman in white appeared.

Tall and graceful, her skin like jade, her face as delicate as a lotus blossom, her brows like distant inked mountains.

Her gait was elegant, exuding a subtle fragrance with every step.

“The first core disciple of Yaochi Academy, Bai Nishang!”

When Wu Xie and Qing Shuchen saw her, both their expressions darkened.

Wu Xie, Qing Shuchen, and Bai Nishang.

These three represented the highest combat power under the jurisdiction of the Daqian Empire’s Yuan Prefecture.

Apart from the King of Kings from Daqian Academy who had yet to arrive, the strongest warriors of Longmen had already gathered here.