manynovel Chapter 122 The Venerables Besiege the Heaven-Mending Pavilion
Chapter 122 The Venerables Besiege the Heaven-Mending Pavilion
Chapter 122 The Venerables Besiege the Heaven-Mending Pavilion
Several months passed in the blink of an eye, and the leaves of the once tender and lush sacrificial gourd vine began to turn yellow again.
The major powers within the desolate region gradually became impatient and sent out their forces to probe the area.
Dividing up the Heaven-Mending Pavilion was a tacit agreement among all the powerful forces over the past few hundred years.
The fact that various groups have sent their top disciples into the sect in recent years is also a way to get a share of the spoils when the sect collapses.
Perhaps some people will not actively attack the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, but after the Heaven-Mending Pavilion is destroyed by the Venerable, it is reasonable for them to pick up some of its legacy, or rather, as disciples of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, to inherit some of its legacy.
Some people who care about their reputation will use this as an excuse to protect some of their disciples.
So even though both sides knew this in their hearts, the elders of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion did nothing.
The edifice collapsed, the patriarch was incompetent, and the disciples could only hide under the wings of others to survive.
Therefore, after a brief moment of hesitation, the group acquiesced to Lu Sheng's appearance.
Even in the most critical moments, Lu Sheng was at least able to protect his disciples.
Where there are people, there is hope.
The transmission of cultivation techniques is inanimate; disciples are the spark.
Lu Sheng pushed open the gate to the small courtyard. It looked like an ordinary farmhouse, but inside was the most powerful thing in the Butian Pavilion: the Spirit-Sacrificing Gourd Vine.
"You've come." The spirit spoke, its tone quite magnanimous: "I'm about to die, so I'm entrusting the Heaven-Mending Pavilion to you. No matter what, protect those children. Let the inheritance be lost; the seeds are the future."
"I will leave behind a divine seed at that time. You can take it. There is still hope for the future of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion."
The sacrificial spirit was indifferent to its own death, after all, it had lived for far too long, longer than the ordinary emperors of the Shrouding the Heavens universe.
This was just an old vine at the Divine Fire Realm, equivalent to a cultivator at the first level of the Immortal Platform Realm.
Having lived to this age, one no longer cares about oneself.
What it cares about is the Heaven-Mending Pavilion; as a sacrificial spirit, its mission is to protect this place.
His last wish was to protect the flame of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.
"Save your divine seed for when you can lend me seven Calabash Brothers. For now, with the divine fire extinguished, how about trying the will-o'-the-wisp?"
A life mark emerged from Lu Sheng's body, but it wasn't vibrant; instead, it appeared somewhat sinister.
"This is something from the underworld. When placed in the body of a creature with a normal lifespan, it can take someone else's place in death once. And you..."
Lu Sheng examined the gourd vine spirit offering and said, "Your lifespan is short. I have a secret technique that can be used to brand you and transform you into a ghost fire gourd vine."
"That's an ancient method left over from before the era of the fallen emperors. I searched all over the mountains and rivers to find it."
"And the price?" the spirit asked, not believing in free lunches.
"Serve me as your master." Lu Sheng smiled and said, "After endless years, I will grant you another chance to be reborn."
The spirit gourd vine remained calm, saying only, "I don't care whether it can be revived or not. I only hope that the legacy of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion will not be severed, and that the flame of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion will not be extinguished."
"If you can do that, you can have whatever you want."
Lu Sheng confidently declared, "I swear by the Great Dao that after countless ages, the Heaven-Mending Technique will reappear, restoring the laws of the Underworld, and I will become a true god in the Netherworld!"
"I am the Emperor of the Underworld, mending the flaws in the heavens and following the ways of Heaven. If Heaven is not perfected, the Great Way will be flawed, and the path ahead will be blocked."
The void rumbled, as if some unseen being were bearing witness.
The spirit priest sighed and nodded.
Now that things have come to this, it won't live for more than a few months. The future of the Butian Pavilion may lie with Lu Sheng.
Compared to those infamous Qiongqi Devouring Sky Sparrows, at least Lu Sheng was relatively kind.
It has lived since ancient times, and because of a promise, it has always protected the Heaven-Mending Pavilion. It has fought against gods and protected the Heaven-Mending Pavilion through one calamity after another. Over the past few hundred years, it has set up traps to lure and kill powerful enemies. Now, it is finally powerless.
The life imprint flew straight into the body of the sacrificial spirit, and in an instant it seemed to age even more, its vines and leaves turning increasingly withered and yellow.
But at its core, a new fire was quietly born.
Those who closely monitored the life force of the Butian Pavilion noticed the weakening of the sacrificial spirit's aura.
Black mist surged, and a gigantic, ferocious bird opened its two blood-moon-like eyes.
"Old man, you were a liar after all."
Venerable figures from all sides gathered, and along a golden road stretching for ten thousand miles, humanoid beings radiated precious light, heading straight towards the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.
The elders inside the Heaven-Mending Pavilion were somewhat uneasy and wanted to send their disciples away. They had been planning for hundreds of years, secretly building seven strongholds outside, intending to transfer their disciples at this time.
However, Lu Sheng issued a completely opposite order: "All disciples are to be moved back to the Heaven-Mending Pavilion."
"No, Master, a great battle is about to begin, and this place will be turned into an endless battlefield."
When Ancestor Mu Yan spoke up, the former Pavilion Master, now the Deputy Pavilion Master, also looked worried.
Lu Sheng, however, remained fearless and said, "If the enemy manages to break through, I'll smash my head against a wall and die."
"Besides, do you really think it would be safer to relocate them to those seven outposts?"
"Don't tell me you naively think that once your disciples leave, they will be safe and sound, and no one will bother them."
The deputy cabinet minister remained silent.
Lu Sheng went his own way, sending all the creatures of Hundred Broken Mountains to the outskirts of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, and killing any races that came to spy on them.
The more assertive he became, the more the various factions felt that the Butian Pavilion was just putting on a show.
The number of attacking enemies did not decrease; on the contrary, it increased.
As the sun rose again one day, the various venerable figures, as if by prior arrangement, appeared in unison outside the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.
Qiongqi, the Devouring Sky Sparrow, humanoid creatures from the Southern Meteor Mountain, beings from the Yi Mountains.
Each and every one of them is a renowned master in this world.
If the Sacrificial Spirit Vine were at its peak, it could sweep it away with a single thought, but it is too old and will die soon.
Although there is a vast chasm between the Venerable Ones and the Divine Fire, it is not a problem for several Venerable Ones to surround and kill a dying old vine whose Divine Fire is about to be extinguished.
The Venerable One longed to obtain the divine seed of the deceased spirit.
Meanwhile, the various powerful clans yearned for the divine rain that would fall after the death of the old vine in the Divine Fire Realm.
Plants have a difficult time cultivating themselves, and they make vows at the places where they cultivate, promising to transform into essence after death to nourish heaven and earth.
Many important people send their children here, hoping they will be bathed in divine rain.
Of course, some people want to destroy the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, while others want to protect it.
The Heaven-Mending Pavilion has been established for countless years, and powerful figures from all races have studied here.
In the end, there are still people who cherish old feelings.
Such as the warlords of the Stone Kingdom, the Red Sun Tribe, the Fire Rhinoceros Tribe, and the Marquis of Lingtian...
Where there is yin, there is yang; where there are cruel and ruthless people, there are also those who cherish old friendships.
The sky was dark, and the Sky-Devouring Sparrow's shadow, obscuring the sun, was accompanied by endless black mist, seemingly about to devour the land.
Qiongqi, shrouded in mist, observed everything.
The creatures of Nanyun Divine Mountain tread upon a golden road stretching ten thousand feet.
The creature of Yishan sits upright in the ninth heaven, like a Buddha descended to earth. It once served as a sacrificial spirit of Little Western Paradise, but now it has regained its freedom, and its cultivation is truly unfathomable.