Chapter 1747
Chapter 1747. When Will the Black Calamity End? True Villains and False Sages
The arrival of the Fatian Alliance brought a renewed spark of hope to the various races and civilizations that had already fallen into despair.
At first, no one had expected that the reinforcements would come from the Fatian Alliance, and many even harbored the deepest hatred, suspicion, and fear towards it.
All along, the Fatian Alliance had been avoided like venomous snakes and feared like ferocious wolves by all the sects and doctrines. They were called an evil and sinister path, acting against the natural order and bringing endless disasters and wars wherever they went.
Countless civilizations in the True Realm had suffered from Fatian Alliance campaigns and invasions, causing innumerable clans and factions, cultivators, and sentient beings to be displaced, exiled, and left to wander helplessly.
Yet, when dark beings attacked and the Zhengyi Alliance—who had once promised to protect them—retreated and abandoned them, it was the army of the Fatian Alliance that arrived, banners flying, shouting, and charging into the fray.
Those trapped in hopelessness at the Zhengyi Alliance’s defensive lines were utterly stunned when they saw the Fatian Alliance forces coming to their aid and charging toward the dark beings. The shock and impact were unparalleled.
“Master, our reinforcements have arrived—but it’s not the Zhengyi Alliance, it’s the Fatian Alliance…”
“Can your spirit see this from the heavens?”
“We are saved. Your sacrifice has not been in vain. Someone has come to rescue us.”
A cultivator suddenly felt a sharp sting in their nose, their eyes reddening, blood and qi surging in their chest, a sudden heat rising, and battle fervor swelling uncontrollably.
“Attack! Purge the Black Tide!”
Upon realizing the situation, all cultivators and sentient beings shouted in unison, following the Fatian Alliance army to confront the dark beings.
Between city after city, war raged, black mist spread, the earth cracked, and blood flowed like rivers.
Those engaged in desperate battles froze for a moment, staring at the thousands of soldiers charging across the horizon. Excitement, exhilaration, and uncontrollable emotion overcame them—they trembled with gratitude and relief.
The reinforcements had arrived!
Though unexpected, it was like a bonfire in the darkness, a lighthouse in a boundless sea, illuminating the path ahead and bringing hope.
On this day, across various universes, the army of the Fatian Alliance arrived. Many powerful figures took action, silently and methodically striking at the invading dark beings.
In this era fated to be filled with sorrow and blood, the arrival of the Fatian Alliance once again gave those trapped in despair a glimpse of hope.
Across the lands, deafening war cries resounded, and battles erupted anew in the starry realms. Fatian Alliance’s many powerful warriors led their armies to assist.
High-ranking leaders personally took the field, fighting dark beings without fear, wholly selfless, unafraid of death or the corruption of black mist.
The scene shocked all who witnessed it.
In the face of dark beings, Fatian Alliance leaders fought as if confronting mortal enemies, unlike other cultivators who were restrained and hesitant due to fear of the dark matter.
“There are rumors that the Fatian Alliance Lord possesses inconceivable power, able to drive out the source of darkness. Those under his protection will never fall into darkness, never be corrupted by dark matter.”
“All beings of the Fatian Alliance are under the Lord’s protection.”
Many ancient beings were astounded, recalling these long-told rumors.
The bravery of the Fatian Alliance could no longer be described in simple terms—they truly feared no death, charging their bodies into the midst of dark beings, fighting relentlessly.
If one looked closely, every Fatian Alliance being emanated a faint glow, with runes flickering and mysterious forces intertwining, driving away the black mist and shielding them from its corruption.
“When will this black calamity end?”
On an ancient warship, Ling Yuling’s eyes carried a deep chill as she watched the horrific scenes unfolding across the lands.
Memories of past events resurfaced in her mind.
During the ancient era, when the Dai Tian organization still existed, the authority of the Heavenly Way was coveted and seized, and the calamities of the Black Tide were no less severe than today—arguably even more brutal.
She recalled being taken out of the mountains along with her sister, witnessing firsthand the darkened heavens, spreading black mist, cracked earth, falling and shattering stars—everywhere was desolation, and dark beings rampaged with impunity.
In the villages, a little boy dragged the corpse of an elderly woman from the pile, crying and clutching her in his arms. Her silver hair was soaked in blood, her life extinguished.
A baby, still in its cradle, stared with innocent, clear eyes, reaching out toward the cold, blood-stained face of its young mother.
Those past scenes replayed again, but lamentably, the Zhengyi Alliance had long abandoned everyone, leaving the frontier regions of the universe as cannon fodder.
Though Ling Yuling was furious, she felt powerless to change anything.
The only thing she could do was lead the Fatian Alliance army to assist and support these helpless and desperate beings.
In reality, Gu Changge had not ordered aid for the frontier defenses of the Zhengyi Alliance. Ling Yuling only learned of the Zhengyi Alliance’s abandonment of the frontier after leading her army into their heartlands. They had left the various races and civilizations stationed there to die, merely delaying the advance of dark beings.
Moreover, the Zhengyi Alliance’s leadership was even willing to negotiate with the dark beings, ceding territories and offering countless cultivators and sentient beings as sacrificial offerings to the dark beings.
Ling Yuling’s fury was boundless. Her eyes sparked with cold lightning, an intimidating chill radiating from her. She could not have imagined that the Zhengyi Alliance would actually commit such acts.
Upon receiving the news, she immediately contacted Gu Changge to inform him. After learning of the situation, Gu Changge asked for her thoughts and intentions. Sensing her anger, he entrusted the matter entirely to her, allowing her full discretion to decide.
Ling Yuling was stunned—she had not expected Gu Changge to trust her so completely and hand over full control of the situation.
But the matter was urgent, and she did not hesitate. She quickly led the Fatian Alliance army from the heartlands to the frontier defenses, to aid the various races and factions holding the lines.
Regardless of the Zhengyi Alliance’s actions or stance, those clans and factions who, even at the edge of death, still held their positions along the defensive embankments without retreating, were truly heroic and worthy of respect.
Once Ling Yuling issued the order, the Fatian Alliance’s high-ranking members responded in kind, each leading their own army to assist the frontier defenses. Even the powerful existences from restricted zones—Mu Fuguang, Tong Xian, the Benevolent Zen Buddha, and others—were no exception. At a time like this, no one spoke unnecessarily. Despite their own reluctance, they went to quell the chaos across the lands.
Their strength, naturally, far exceeded that of ordinary ancestral Dao-level beings.
Under their leadership, the Fatian Alliance army became an unstoppable force, swiftly reaching the frontier defenses and standing in stalwart opposition to the dark beings.
With the arrival of the Fatian Alliance, the situation began to turn, slowly shifting toward a favorable outcome.
News of their actions spread rapidly across the lands, causing shockwaves and widespread astonishment.
At such a critical juncture, no one had expected that the Fatian Alliance would redirect their efforts to join the battle, sending massive numbers of powerful beings to support the embankments, abandoning any campaign against the Zhengyi Alliance to collectively resist the dark beings.
Rumors that the Fatian Alliance had secretly colluded with the dark beings were immediately rendered baseless.
Meanwhile, the Zhengyi Alliance suffered a severe blow to its reputation, plunging its prestige and influence to new lows. Many displaced clans and factions began to waver, questioning the Alliance’s true intentions. Could it be that the Zhengyi Alliance’s leadership had already been infiltrated by dark beings?
After all, even the notoriously ruthless Fatian Alliance chose to unite at this moment to resist the dark beings, recognizing right from wrong, and prioritizing the greater good.
In contrast, the Zhengyi Alliance—long hailed as defenders of the righteous path and closely watched by civilizations across the True Realm—chose only to retreat, abandon territory, and forsake countless clans and sentient beings.
This caused other members of the Zhengyi Alliance to start doubting themselves. When chaos strikes again, will they be the ones left abandoned?
The Fatian Alliance may be true villains—that is undeniable—but the Zhengyi Alliance is not necessarily righteous. By all appearances, they resemble hypocrites cloaked in a veneer of virtue.
At the Xieyue Sect, the battle was extraordinarily fierce—boulders tore through the void, star systems trembled, and waves of divine power and Dao magic surged everywhere.
Two terrifying figures moved across the universe, their presence spanning past, present, and future. With every gesture of their hands, time flowed, and the Dao itself seemed to be worn away.
A ripple collided with the surrounding matter, causing it to silently disintegrate. The scene was horrifying, an actual act of creation and chaos—a primordial opening of heaven and earth.
The Xieyue Sect’s founding master’s obsession manifested as the noble figure of a man, surrounded by billions of threads of radiant light. It was as if he had truly awakened from ancient history.
With a single pointed finger, chains of divinity danced across space—a pure condensation of order and Dao magic, representing his understanding of the Dao. His goal was to trap the formidable enemies ahead.
Wuyang surged like a tidal force, devouring mountains and rivers with his presence. With each breath, black mist rose and fell like crashing waves, layer upon layer assaulting everything in its path, engulfing heaven and earth. Stars fell like grains of dust.
The black Heavenly Blade strapped at his waist slashed across the void, earth-shattering, universe-rending. A blindingly white blade-light tore through the cosmos as if illuminating the ancient age itself. From the very end of the river of time, it radiated outward, shattering entire starry universes, tearing them apart.
The blade cut through the endless chains of order, slicing the void itself in two. Waves of time and space surged, flooding in from the emptiness.
He faced a formidable enemy. The Xieyue Sect’s founding master possessed astonishing methods; even as a mere lingering obsession, his power was immense. His techniques were baffling, far beyond what ordinary ancestral Dao-level beings could handle. Were the master himself present in the flesh, Wuyang might have been defeated.
This sense of frustration was new to Wuyang. Since leaving the Nightmare Demon Realm, he had never encountered such a formidable foe in all the boundless worlds.
Yet he did not worry. He did not fear the Xieyue Sect founder’s obsession; behind him stood a high-ranking sacrificial master, and an obsession alone could not endure forever—once its energy was spent, it would inevitably fade.
The two clashed repeatedly. Explosions of light erupted, their waves radiating across universe after universe, shaking all corners of time and space.
Meanwhile, in the mountains of the Xieyue Sect, battles raged just as fiercely. Numerous elders and disciples joined the fray, their wrath and resolve unyielding as they fought the dark beings, placing life and death aside.
The founding master’s obsession manifested, determined to evacuate everyone from the Xieyue Sect. But now, it lacked the strength to do so, blocked by a powerful enemy, and its power was gradually dissipating.
Many elders sensed that the invading dark beings seemed to have a target—the Xieyue Sect itself. The dark beings had other designs; they were not simply there to sacrifice the sect. This realization filled the elders with both anger and helplessness.
Gu Xian’er, with the Great Red Bird perched on her shoulder, fought the dark beings while retreating toward her dwelling.
The sudden assault of the dark beings had caught everyone, including her, completely off guard. Any plans for evacuation the following day were utterly ruined.
She now could not be sure if she would survive the escape from the Xieyue Sect. Her only hope lay in the mysterious woman in white.
The white-clad woman had not left the dwelling even a single step since the dark beings arrived. That was why Gu Xian’er had returned—determined to take her along.
“Senior, have you remembered anything yet? If we don’t act soon, we’ll all be buried by these dark beings,” Gu Xian’er asked anxiously, stepping into the dwelling.
The woman in white stared blankly at the chaotic scene outside, holding the ancient bronze mirror in her hand. She seemed not to grasp Gu Xian’er’s meaning.
“I’m sorry… I still can’t remember.”
She shook her head, her tone tinged with helplessness.
Gu Xian’er sighed. She had no choice and could not tell whether the woman spoke the truth. She took her along, simultaneously repelling the incoming dark beings and making her way to reunite with Lan Xin and the others.
“Junior Sister Xian’er…”
Far away, among the mountains, divine light surged, mist and clouds steamed, and countless celestial techniques intertwined in dazzling display.
Lan Xin and many disciples of the Xieyue Sect were engaged in battle with the dark beings.
Endless black mist crashed like tidal waves, from which countless dark beings emerged—relentless and innumerable. Within moments, several had already been swallowed by the mist, their lives extinguished.
When Gu Xian’er arrived with the woman in white, the tide of battle eased considerably for Lan Xin and the others.
However, the unfamiliar white-clad woman, veiled and previously unseen, caused many to pause in surprise. But there was no time for questions—the dark beings surged again, and full focus was required.
“Could this white-clad woman be Gu Xian’er’s Dao Guardian?”
From a distance, Song Yu furrowed his brows, a trace of surprise crossing his face as he speculated.
After learning that Gu Xian’er was from the Fatian Alliance, he no longer doubted her, nor did he dare underestimate or belittle her—especially since Uncle Lan had specifically warned him.
He also did not believe that Gu Xian’er would be in danger.
Song Yu guessed that Gu Xian’er would stay in the Xieyue Sect, just as he had, and that she was likely scheming to seize the Nine Prohibitions of the Heavens.
“Wuyang, you’re too slow.”
Outside the Xieyue Sect, amidst the boundless black mist, a gentle woman holding an oil-paper umbrella gazed at the distant battle. She lightly shook her head.
A faint smile curved her lips. Then, she extended a white, flawless hand—like jade, pure and smooth—and reached out directly.
In the dim, profound universe above, a shocking scene unfolded. A hand as white as jade descended, covering the entire span of time and space.
The palm lines and veins were clearly visible; each finger was pale as a peeled scallion, with nails glossy and smooth like young jade, evoking endless awe and wonder.
All the peaks and islands of the Xieyue Sect began to tremble, as though a massive earthquake had struck. A terrifying gravitational pull emerged, threatening to drag everything into that hand.
All elders and disciples engaged in the battle—regardless of cultivation level—saw their faces change, their stances faltered, and some nearly fell.
Many felt their internal power disrupted, their souls flitting, as if they would be carried away along with the terrain itself.
The beautiful, delicate hand now became the sky and earth above them, covering everything. It descended deliberately, as if a fragment of heaven itself were falling, poised to crush all living beings into blood and dust.
Even Dao Realm existences shuddered in fear, feeling utterly immobilized, trapped in place.
“The Li-Shuang High Priest has acted…”
Wuyang, who was battling the obsession of the Xieyue Sect’s founding master, slightly changed expression, then returned to his usual cold indifference. Since the High Priest had intervened, there would be no surprises.
He did not know why the lady insisted on taking away everything in the Xieyue Sect—every mountain, every tree, even in ruin, she wished to remove it all.
Many elders of the sect screamed in grief, their bodies glowing, blood boiling, igniting their souls, using every ounce of strength to resist—but it was all in vain.
This single hand seemed like the true hand of heaven itself, impossible to contend with, sealing and blocking everything. All their resistance turned to nothing.
“Quickly, leave! This person is unbeatable—leave the final spark and hope of our Xieyue Sect to me…”
The sect leader roared, his old body already drenched in blood. His hair was disheveled, his Daoist topknot undone, no longer carrying the usual immortal aura.
Cracks appeared across his Dao fruit in the Dao Realm, glowing and shattering. He transformed into a shower of radiant light, charging forward, trying to push aside the hand to open a path for the others.
He was prepared to die. This desperate act was also his way of making amends for his previous guilt towards Chen Yi and the others.