Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 543 - 264: The Fall of the Earth Immortal, An Axe from the West!_1

Chapter 543: Chapter 264: The Fall of the Earth Immortal, An Axe from the West!_1

The waning sun was like blood as the dusk deepened.

Zhenmo City was very quiet. The vast majority of people had been taken into the spatial Magical Treasures of the Great Immortal Gates. A few begonia trees at the street corner swayed in the wind, their falling petals seeming to burn like embers.

Elders equipped with Magical Treasures from various sects sat in meditation around the Black Tower, continuously breathing to replenish their mana and recover their condition.

Hundreds of figures emerged from Yuheng’s Other Shore Ark and entered the Mount Shu Immortal Sect’s Immortal Spirit Tower without stopping. Shortly after, they exited the tower and entered the Longhu Cave Heaven’s Seven Treasures Immortal Gourd.

The Suwen Immortal Sect was one of the few powers among the One Hundred and Eight Blessed Lands that specialized in the medical arts. While a majority of its disciples were female, it was not exclusively so. Although the disciples of the sect were not strong in combat, they were deeply respected.

The battle for the ordinary disciples and cultivators had long since ended, but their frantic work was just beginning. They continuously entered the spaces within various Magical Treasures to treat the injured cultivators. Accompanying them were many young volunteers who knew a bit about the Alchemy Dao and medical skills.

Qin Guangling was among them. Although his knowledge of medical arts was limited, the Sonic Sect possessed many spiritual melodies that significantly enhanced healing, with remarkable results.

"You’ve worked hard, Brother Qin!" a young woman said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Her eyes were filled with a girlish admiration as she gazed at Qin Guangling. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Qin Guangling was slightly out of breath, as the frequent playing had taken a toll on him, yet he maintained his usual refined and calm demeanor. He smiled and said, "You’ve worked hard too, Sister Xiao Zhou!"

The young woman’s eyes curved into crescents, and two small dimples appeared on her round cheeks, making for a beautiful smile.

Qin Guangling resumed playing his zither. This song’s melody was serene and uplifting, not only soothing the heart but also accelerating the restoration of mana. A group of Suwen Immortal Sect disciples quickly sat down near him to recover.

When the song ended, Qin Guangling slowly opened his eyes, a hint of concern in his expression as he looked up into the void above. His cultivation level was still far too low to see the battlefield high above. He had been busy helping the wounded when Gong Shangyu departed, so he didn’t even know his master was gone. Yet, for some unknown reason, a sense of unease suddenly surged within his heart.

I can’t calm my mind. There were even noticeable flaws in the music I just played... Surely nothing bad has happened, right?

The more he tried to reassure himself, the stronger the sense of foreboding became.

Sister Xiao Zhou’s large, intelligent eyes blinked as she asked with concern, "Brother Qin, what’s wrong?"

Qin Guangling turned to look into her eyes, and his expression changed instantly.

There was a light in those eyes—incredibly dazzling, almost blinding, like a blazing sun—and it was not the natural radiance of a young woman’s gaze.

A meteor plummeted from the void. It burned fiercely, trailing an endless stream of starfire like a long tail. Resembling a fire phoenix with broken wings, it illuminated the entire sky, as well as the countless pairs of eyes gazing up at the firmament.

Qin Guangling abruptly stood up, an intense unease flooding his heart. He stared into the distance, his heart thundering in his chest. Before he could speak, two streams of tears had already fallen down his cheeks.

"Master..." he murmured, his eyes glistening, his voice trembling.

No longer composed, he suddenly broke into loud, heaving sobs, his handsome face contorting with grief.

No one looks good while crying.

***

The Sanqing Immortal Sect had been desolate for a long time. Several months ago, when the various Immortal Sects began preparations to construct Zhenmo City for the coming war, over ninety percent of their disciples had been transferred to the East Sea. Those who remained were mostly young disciples who had only recently joined the sect, along with a few Elders from the various peaks responsible for maintaining the Sanqing Immortal Sect’s daily operations.

The peaks were silent and deserted. The songs of birds rang crisp and clear.

Suddenly, from one of the peaks, the shrill and mournful cry of an ape shattered the serene atmosphere. Then, more and more ape cries followed. One... two... five... until they filled the mountains and valleys. The sound was deeply unsettling. Eventually, the cries merged into the tolling of a great bell, which echoed throughout all thirty-six peaks.

Many young disciples looked toward the mountains in confusion, not understanding what was happening. Some disciples who had been in the sect for a while recalled words passed down by their elders, and when a certain possibility came to mind, their expressions changed.

On Dragon Head Peak, Xiao Qingyu walked into an ancient hall. She looked at the countless soul tablets enshrined on the offering table, and sorrow welled in her beautiful eyes.

CRACK!

A soul tablet shattered.

***

Zhenmo City fell utterly silent. Even the wind ceased to blow. Rows of begonia trees swayed gently in the sunset, their crimson blossoms like points of silent fire, creating the atmosphere of a grand and solemn funeral.

Countless people gazed blankly at the meteor in the sky.

The Leader of the Sanqing Sonic Sect had fallen in battle.

The air was thick with sorrow.

Wang Xiu emerged from the rosy mist, his expression somber as he gazed at the starfire filling the sky. He performed the disciple’s bow and said, "Respectfully sending off... Elder Gong!"

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Figures flew out one after another, their faces filled with grief. They lined up in neat rows and bowed in homage. "We respectfully send off Elder Gong!"

"We respectfully send off the Leader!"

"..."

They were all disciples of the Sanqing Immortal Sect. Soon, disciples from other Immortal Sects joined them, their hearts heavy as they performed the disciple’s bow, bending deeply in respect.

The battle in the void continued, but this corner of the world was eerily silent.

Only Qin Guangling wept bitterly.

Ji Zidian, Li Zuoyue, and the others approached him, wanting to offer comfort but not knowing what to say.

Wang Xiu said, "Let Brother Qin be alone for a while."

Gong Shangyu was one of the strongest cultivators of the previous generation in the Sanqing Immortal Sect. Alongside Zhuo Canglang and others, he had supported the sect through its darkest era.