Free Web NovelChapter 599: Chapter 301: Homeland! Carnage!
This is the holy land for the Demon Dao and Tribulation Cultivators, where only the strong survive.
"The Core Formation Cultivator is still cultivating in their cave abode, and an illusion formation is already set up around. Let’s deal with the small fry here first."
The three exchanged a glance, each showing a serious expression.
Under the bright moonlight, three shadows raised their hands and put on masks. The special material of the Dharma Robe made it difficult for others to see through.
The next moment, a longsword appeared in Lin Chang’an’s hand, a magical treasure left by a fated member of the Divine Sword Sect. He came here this time to use the identity of the Divine Sword Sect.
Yun Yao held a scimitar glowing with flames. Both clearly intended to frame their enemies while concealing their own identities.
The Sword Servant then slowly drew out dual swords.
Under the moonlight, the three leapt down, and the surrounding cultivators were surprisingly unaware.
The Invisibility Technique and Breath Concealment Technique performed by a Core Formation Cultivator are beyond what these Low Tier Cultivators can detect.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered everywhere as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator didn’t even have time to react. A flash of cold light swept by, leaving his empty eyes not knowing what had happened.
Lin Chang’an and Yun Yao quickly danced around, ambushing the Foundation Establishment Cultivators, a dimensionally overwhelming assault.
The Sword Servant, draped in the Hidden Spirit Gauze given by Lin Chang’an, constantly dodged and launched attacks on the Qi Refining Stage Cultivators.
"Sigh, it’s been over eighty years since I left the Yue Kingdom. Sometimes, I really want to look back at my homeland."
On the arch bridge, an elderly Foundation Establishment Cultivator gazed at the pale moonlight, unable to stop the surge of longing for home.
Meanwhile, a young Foundation Establishment Cultivator beside him waved his hand dismissively, smiling:
"Old brother, stop having that look every day. There’s nothing bad about the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea."
With long grey-white hair, the elderly Foundation Establishment Middle Stage Cultivator sighed deeply, ignoring him, merely shaking his head sorrowfully.
In his youth, he also believed so; reveling in enmity and killing, letting go of restraints, the feeling of doing as one pleases was indeed good.
But as time passed, somewhere along the way, he started to miss his homeland.
In the Yue Kingdom, despite many rules, there were familial smiles, unlike now when only desire filled his family’s eyes.
Every trip home was no longer about expectation and smiles, but about blatant greed.
Wanting to see what he brought back this time, his descendants were the same, because in the Demon Cult survival was paramount in a predator-prey environment.
"Once loathed and unstimulating, that home was the most reassuring, unlike now when the wife and children, though worried, mostly feared losing the resources brought back each time by a Foundation Establishment Cultivator."
As he thought about it, the old cultivator took a sip of Spirit Wine, revealing a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Old brother, stop frowning day in and day out."
The young Foundation Establishment Cultivator beside him was full of heroism, forming a stark contrast with his own face of smiles.
To him, this was the real happy place for a cultivator, where with strength, one could indulge freely.
"Alas!"
With a long sigh, he saw his younger self in the other young man, just as he shook his head, wanting to suppress the thought of longing for home.
Suddenly, years of experience made him sense something was amiss. He frowned abruptly, staring at the unusually silent moonlight.
"Something’s wrong! There’s..."
Blood splashed as the elderly Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s pupils dilated; his body had lost all strength, collapsing onto the ground with a thud.
His scattered pupils saw the young Foundation Establishment Cultivator also lying on the ground.
At that moment, he seemed to see his younger self again, in the haze of his eyes, his last fantasy was of being back in his homeland.
The young self who died in his homeland, at this moment, faced with his dying fantasy, he smiled.
