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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
On Tongfeng, above the Cloud Sea Platform, there were over two hundred corpses of the fallen Azure Cloud Disciples neatly arranged on the ground, a sight that was heart-wrenching.
Those who could join a prestigious sect like the Azure Cloud Sect were unlikely to be dull-witted individuals. In other words, among these young disciples who bravely died for their sect and righteousness, there were perhaps countless talented individuals whose lives were cut short. Their brilliant lives abruptly came to an end, leaving them in eternal rest.
Under the cold starlight, this scene was particularly sorrowful. A large number of Azure Cloud Disciples gathered around their deceased brothers, some silent, others with reddened eyes, as a wave of grief and anger spread throughout The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies.
Tian Buyi, a disciple from Dazhu Peak, casually tossed aside a corpse of a dead Cultist he had dragged along at the other end of the Cloud Sea Platform. He shot a disdainful glare at it before turning to leave. Others nearby were doing the same, their actions and expressions mirroring his.
Most of the corpses of the cultists killed in this battle were gathered in this area. However, compared to the respectful care given to the over two hundred fallen Azure Cloud Disciples at the other end of The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, there was no respect shown here. Rather than being neatly arranged, almost all the bodies were carelessly piled together, gradually forming a somewhat grotesque mound.
No one voiced any objections to this treatment, not even the esteemed seniors Zhen Wu and Zheng Tong, who did not come over. The sentiment of compassion held no power in front of those two hundred or so corpses of Azure Cloud Disciples.
The stacked corpses of cultists far outnumbered those of the fallen disciples from the Azure Cloud Sect, roughly exceeding them by more than double. This also indicated that this generation of disciples from the Azure Cloud Sect possessed considerable individual strength and overall capability. The deceased cultists would likely be collectively cremated soon; Azure Cloud Spirit Mountain was not meant for such individuals.
At this moment, as the battlefield cleanup was nearing its end after the great battle, Tian Buyi looked around and found nothing else that required his assistance. He turned and walked toward where the disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect were gathered.
Starlight fell from above onto The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, while white clouds floated gently, creating an illusion of walking among them.
The disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect stood in small groups. Although it was late at night, no one seemed inclined to return for rest, including Tian Buyi. He silently approached the circle filled with his fallen comrades' bodies, gazing at the heart-wrenching scene before him. Instinctively, he clenched his teeth and lowered his head slightly.
Then he took a deep breath, glanced around nervously, and began to walk slowly along the edge of this area filled with corpses, cautiously trying to recognize the faces of his deceased brothers.
Among the seven branches of Qingyun, Dazhu Peak had always been one of the least populated. However, he still had several brothers among his fellow disciples. His greatest fear was suddenly spotting a familiar face lying on the ground.
In fact, many other Azure Cloud Disciples had also come to identify bodies in this area. Each wore a solemn expression and looked grave.
Thus, after walking most of the way around, Tian Buyi was relieved that he had not seen any of his most worried brothers or friends lying on the ground. However, he quickly felt alarmed, realizing that such relief was disrespectful to all those fallen brothers before him. Suddenly feeling ashamed, he straightened up and respectfully bowed to all those lying on the ground.
After standing upright again, he suddenly heard muffled sobs coming from nearby. The voice sounded somewhat familiar. He turned to see a somewhat familiar figure—a woman kneeling beside a corpse six feet away—covering her mouth with her hand as she wept softly, her shoulders trembling gently.
Tian Buyi's heart stirred as he quickly walked over and indeed found that it was Su Ru. At this moment, her bright eyes were filled with sorrow; crystalline tears fell like broken pearls as she stared blankly at the corpse before her.
Tian Buyi glanced down at the body and saw it was a pale young woman with striking beauty. Even in death, her allure was evident, evoking deep sorrow within him. Perhaps she was in what should have been her most beautiful time in life; yet that beautiful life had come to an abrupt halt.
In the Azure Cloud Sect, Zhu Feng only accepted female disciples. It seemed that this unfortunate deceased girl should be a sister of the same lineage as Su Ru, and they had a very good relationship, which was why Su Ru was so heartbroken at this moment. For some reason, seeing Su Ru kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down her face suddenly pained Tian Buyi's heart.
At this moment, countless people had lost their closest friends, brothers, and sisters. Just a short while ago, they had been laughing and joking together, eager to cultivate Eternal Life side by side, but in the blink of an eye, they were forever separated.
Tian Buyi stood silently for a while before walking over to Su Ru's side and squatting down. Su Ru turned her head to glance at him, as if recognizing this short and chubby figure as the fellow disciple she had just met during the day. However, perhaps because she was too heartbroken at that moment, she did not greet Tian Buyi but quickly turned her gaze back to the deceased woman in front of her, tears still flowing down her beautiful face.
After a moment, a handkerchief was suddenly offered from the side.
Su Ru's sobbing paused for a moment. After a while, Tian Buyi seemed to muster his courage and spoke softly, "It's clean."
Su Ru gently wiped away a tear from her cheek. After hesitating for a moment, she accepted the handkerchief from Tian Buyi's hand and wiped her face with it.
Tian Buyi let out a sigh of relief. He felt an unexpected joy in his heart but seeing the sorrowful expression of the person beside him made him feel somewhat sad as well. He quietly stayed by Su Ru's side.
Perhaps because there was suddenly another person present, Su Ru's sobbing gradually ceased. After a while, Tian Buyi suddenly heard her whisper, "Her name is Lin Chushuang; she is a senior sister of mine in Zhu Feng."
Tian Buyi responded with an "mm," looking at the beautiful yet pale face on the ground, feeling a wave of regret and sadness in his heart as he silently clasped his hands together to pray for her.
At the same time, Su Ru continued softly, "Since my parents passed away and I joined Zhu Feng, the first people I got to know were Senior Sister Lin and Shuiyue Senior Sister. Besides my master, they are the closest people to me in this world. They have both treated me very well. Shuiyue Senior Sister has a somewhat cold personality and doesn't like to talk much usually; Lin Senior Sister is quite the opposite. In the evenings, she would be so cheerful and often drag me around to have fun."
"Not long ago, she secretly told me that she thought Daoxuan Shixiong from Longmen looked really impressive."
"She also... said that once I found my ideal husband, she would definitely dress me up beautifully before I got married..."
As her voice trailed off, Su Ru's tone began to tremble gradually. The tears that had stopped earlier fell again in an instant. Clearly, she was heartbroken over the unexpected death of Lin Chushuang, who was like a sister to her.
Seeing her like this made Tian Buyi feel sad as well, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He felt clumsy with words and struggled to say anything for several moments before finally whispering, "You... you don't need to be sad..."
Suddenly, it seemed that Su Ru was instead triggered by his words; she burst into loud cries and emotionally turned around to lean on his shoulder. In an instant, tears soaked Tian Buyi's shoulder.
Tian Buyi felt as if he had been struck by lightning; he didn't dare move at all. He could only feel how fragile and helpless the woman in front of him was as she cried out loud. He wished he could bear her suffering for her but could only awkwardly comfort her softly with words like "It will be okay; it will be okay..."
The starlight fell coldly around them. At this moment on the vast Cloud Sea Platform, similar scenes of sorrow were everywhere among the Azure Cloud Disciples who had lost their lives. It was unknown how many people had lost friends, brothers, and sisters; pain and sorrow filled the air along with soft sobs that painted this night with shades of grief.
Walking past the Rainbow Bridge, Ten Thousand Swords in One felt the heavy clamor above The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies gradually fade away behind him. The mountains before him regained their former tranquility and beauty, with a gentle mountain breeze blowing, as if it could wash away all the blood and dust from his body, merging with the Ling Mountain Starry Sky, creating a sense of transcendence.
The Stone Steps and Water Pool lay ahead. As Ten Thousand Swords in One hurried past, just about to ascend the stone steps towards Tongfeng Peak's Yuqing Palace, he suddenly caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and saw a figure standing by the Azure Water Cold Pool.
Who would be standing there at this time?
Ten Thousand Swords in One was startled and paused to look over. Perhaps hearing the commotion, the figure standing alone by the pool turned around, revealing Dao Xuan.
A smile spread across Ten Thousand Swords in One's face as he walked towards Dao Xuan and said, "Senior Brother, what brings you here?"
Dao Xuan replied, "I came down to handle some trivial matters and felt a bit restless, so I decided to take a walk here."
Ten Thousand Swords in One nodded and asked, "What about Master? Is he alright?"
Dao Xuan said, "Yes, Master fought fiercely against the Demon Cult Leader. Although he ultimately won a great victory, he sustained serious injuries. Fortunately, his life is not in danger; he has already gone to rest."
Ten Thousand Swords in One let out a sigh of relief, the anxious look on his face dissipating to reveal a hint of comfort. "That's good to hear. If anything were to happen to Master, what would we disciples do?"
(Many readers are curious about what the new book is about. I can only say that it will have no relation to The Legend of the Immortals or Luo Xian, nor will it be Absolute Immortal or Fallen Immortal. The manuscript is still being prepared, so I've been particularly busy lately. To ensure continuous updates during the new book release phase, I have to push myself hard. Writing Wilderness Journey is purely for the fans of The Legend of the Immortals to enjoy more stories from that series; the new book is my true focus.)
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