Tian Yuan

Chapter 2121: Stormy weather, all places fall

The riot of order continues.

Years had passed since the collapse of the Divine Bridge, and hundreds of thousands of stars had vanished into thin air. The toll of casualties was incalculable.

Southern Region, Lihua Palace.

The current Holy Lord is named Wang Shutong. She wears a white dress, has an expressionless face, and looks cold and intimidating.

She is struggling to cope with the problem and the situation is not optimistic.

The more this happens, the more you need to keep calm and not panic.

If Wang Shutong showed that he was helpless, the people under him would certainly be very frightened, the morale of the army would be in chaos, and the consequences would be very serious.

Because Lihua Palace is located in a prosperous area, the impact of the chaotic rules it encountered was even more terrifying.

After this period of riots, Lihua Palace gave up many resource areas, leaving only the main city area to defend. More than ten elders died, and hundreds of elite disciples also died.

As the leader of a sect, one can imagine the tremendous pressure Wang Shutong is under.

Whoosh!

Just when Wang Shutong was worried, a breeze blew on his face.

I looked up and saw a person standing in front of me.

"Master!"

Wang Shutong was slightly startled, then quickly stepped forward and bowed.

In front of others, Wang Shutong always appeared cold and aloof, unfazed even by the prospect of a catastrophe. But in front of Liu Nansheng, he dropped his guard and revealed his true self.

"Girl, are you tired?"

Liu Nansheng was wearing a light-colored brocade robe, looking elegant and luxurious.

Wang Shutong didn't lie and answered truthfully: "A little bit."

"Used to it."

Liu Nansheng smiled.

Back then, the Lihua Palace was in turmoil, with powerful enemies outside and factional struggles within. Liu Nansheng broke the deadlock and pushed the Lihua Palace to the dominant position in the Southern Territory.

In addition to having top combat power that can dominate the world, one must also manage the internal development of the sect.

Compared with the difficulties Liu Nansheng faced at the beginning, Wang Shutong's pressure was much lighter.

"I'll come back and support you for a few years."

Although Liu Nansheng has resigned from the position of Holy Lord, she still has deep feelings for Lihua Palace and treats her disciple Wang Shutong as her own son. How could she sit idly by and do nothing?

Wang Shutong called out softly, feeling deeply moved and at a loss for words: "Master."

With the master here, I have a backer.

The ups and downs that follow will no longer be borne alone.

"We, master and disciple, will face this together."

Liu Nansheng finally resolved the regret deep within her heart, bidding farewell to the old monk in the mortal world. Her life felt fulfilled, and she gained a profound understanding. Her strength had significantly improved.

When her time is up, I think she will go to that remote town and sleep with the old monk without being disturbed by others.

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Western Xinjiang, the main city of the Eighteen Meridians.

The Holy Lord Fu Dongliu stood above the main city, wearing a black robe with his sleeves fluttering in the wind.

At his side, a three-foot bamboo sword was suspended, emitting colorful mysterious light.

The sword is named Nenzhu, and it is a top-notch Taoist weapon from over 300,000 years ago. Its sharpness is not inferior to that of a quasi-imperial weapon.

The young bamboo is the guardian of the Eighteen Clans. Now it has revived and is controlled by Fu Dongliu to resist unrest.

"Holy Lord, Elder Zhang...died of exhaustion!"

A loud voice came from afar, containing a hint of sadness.

"Order! Elder Shu, go to assist. Act immediately. No mistakes are allowed."

Fu Dongliu pondered for a few breaths and gave the order.

The area guarded by Elder Shu is temporarily stable, so we will go over to help.

A huge magic circle enveloped a dozen surrounding stars.

Fu Dongliu, the backbone of the formation, controls the tender bamboo and sits at the most critical center of the formation, while the other elders each perform their duties.

"Report! A gap has appeared on the west side of the formation!"

Half an hour later, someone transmitted a message through the air, hurriedly reporting the situation.

"Edict!"

Fu Dongliu immediately urged the young bamboo floating beside him to block the space and stop the storm of abnormal rules, so that the elders would have time to repair the gap in the formation.

Faced with such a situation, if the top forces want to survive for a long time, they have to compete with their foundation. If someone's foundation is not enough, they will be swept away by the tide of the times and become an insignificant speck of dust in the long river of history.

"No matter what the cost, we must get through it!"

Looking down at his clan members, Fu Dongliu maintained an unfathomable and majestic appearance, but he was actually very tired, and he persisted with his extraordinary willpower.

......

The waves were so huge that many immortal ancient clans could not bear it.

The reason is very simple. All the tribes emptied out their resources and gave them to Chen Qingyuan, just to settle past grudges.

Now, a shocking catastrophe has struck, causing heavy losses to many ancient clans.

"Take out your own wealth and don't be stingy."

The clan leader first took out all his resources before he could give orders to others.

The apology gift given to Chen Qingyuan back then was from the clan treasury.

At this moment, if they want to activate the clan protection formation and a number of ancient artifacts, they have to use up all their savings, which is really heartbreaking.

No matter how reluctant you are, you have to take it out.

"Bring it all out, don't hide it. Once this matter is resolved and we regain control of the resources in all places, our clan treasury will surely be well-stocked, and we will definitely return it then."

In order to make the entire clan willingly contribute their wealth, the one in power made a promise.

The tribesmen, who had been hesitant at first, now offered up most of their resources. They knew that if their tribe was not saved, their own lives would be threatened.

There is turmoil happening all over the universe.

Even top experts are at risk of falling, their survival rate is just slightly higher than that of ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, five years passed.

Looking across the heavens and all realms, there are as many as 100,000 second- and third-rate sects that have been destroyed, and there are even more that are not even up to par.

Even among the first-rate forces, more than a thousand fell.

The Xu Chi Holy Land, Tingyu Tower, Taiyin Holy Land, Qianchen Sect, Xuanlei Ancient Sect, etc. in Dizhou were all submerged by the rolling waves, the foundations of the sects collapsed, and the main domains turned into ruins.

At most, only a small number of people escaped and became homeless poor people.

After several years of fermentation, the news that the Red Empress was dealing with the disorder had spread to many corners of the world, giving countless people hope and praying that the days of peace and stability would come as soon as possible.

An Xieruo handled the order and rules of many areas. Once a place became peaceful, countless monks nearby would rush to fight for it. It was like a hungry beast seeing delicious food, and the competition was quite fierce.

Where there are disputes, killing will naturally occur.

In the end, the strong eventually occupied a safe place. After arranging the people close to them, they began to sell the vacant positions, act tyrannically, and started a new round of exploitation.

After this person enjoys it for a few days, he may be wiped out by a stronger existence.

This cycle repeats itself endlessly.

An Xiruo tried hard to resolve the chaotic situation, but she couldn't suppress the greed and bloodthirstiness of human nature. Although she was the ruler of the world, her energy was limited and she was too busy to take care of everything.