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Chapter 1067: Gathering At the Mount Wuliang

Editor: Henyee Translations

Atop Mount Wuliang, amid an atmosphere of urgency and fear, a cultivator suddenly called out, “What about it, Master of the Haoran Sect, is there still no reply?”

This speaker was Wu Xin, the sect master of one of the few super sects that had sent out a secret missive, the Five Hearts Sect.

At this moment, representatives from nearly all sects that received the secret message had gathered on the platform atop Mount Wuliang, yet the message sent to the Floodgate Realm’s currently strongest sect, the Haoran Sect, seemed to have vanished without a trace.

“No… Perhaps…” replied the person Wu Xin addressed, another sect master responsible for organizing this union.

Confronted with the question, he was reminded of past events, causing his speech to falter slightly, reflecting his unease.

This hesitation struck a chord with some sects present, sparking regret within them. Had they foreseen today’s troubles, they surely would not have chosen to criticize the Haoran Sect in the past.

Only now did they realize the significant role the Haoran Sect played in the Floodgate Realm, especially during such critical times.

Historically, it was the Haoran Sect that had helped the realm overcome several calamities, aiding their rise step by step. Yet, during the years of prosperity, some had chosen deliberately to forget this.

While they were inwardly regretting and assuming that the Haoran Sect might choose to remain uninvolved, a remarkably calm voice suddenly resonated through the area.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Haoran Sect and the Thunderclap Valley have arrived. We hope we haven’t kept you waiting too long.”

This statement immediately sparked a wave of elation among the high-level leaders of various sects, who quickly stood up to greet the newcomers.

“Master Jiang! Lady Shen! You are truly the saviors of our Floodgate Realm, waiting any amount of time would be worthwhile!”

Wu Xin, who had been quite distressed, was now overtly ingratiating in his address. Other sect leaders also echoed his sentiments, praising the great deeds of the Haoran Sect and Thunderclap Valley.

This sudden burst of enthusiasm somewhat surprised Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan, though they were well aware of the underlying motives of these sect leaders; their hearts remained unmoved.

“Thank you, but the Haoran Sect can only contribute so much. We cannot bear too much responsibility alone,” Jiang Chengxuan replied in a calm and measured tone, his casual response causing many smiles to stiffen—a clear indication of his slight displeasure.

Nevertheless, the other leaders could only swallow their feelings, maintaining their forced smiles.

As the atmosphere grew tenser, a person approached Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan. The crowd looked up to see it was none other than Daolord Pantheon.

“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Jiang, Fellow Daoist Shen. When did you two advance to Mahayana? Truly, this is a feat that demands my utmost admiration!”

Under everyone’s gaze, Daolord Pantheon spoke with a light laugh, his eyes filled with both shock and admiration.

It was only then that everyone present realized that Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan had both ascended to the peak of the Floodgate Realm by becoming Mahayanas.

The crowd was visibly stunned, with many unable to hide their astonishment or the sense of being overwhelmed.

“Mahayanas?!”

Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan had risen to prominence in just a few thousand years, and now they were already at the pinnacle of their cultivation—a fact that made many seasoned cultivators, who had spent several times longer in their own practices, reel in disbelief.

“How is such fortune even possible when many of us have lived for tens of thousands of years without encountering it?” they wondered silently.

Meanwhile, understanding the true depth of power within the Haoran Sect now equipped to withstand any calamity, made all previous critics look foolish. Even if the Haoran Sect ceased to advance, they would likely remain unmatched for tens of thousands of years.

With such power, what would they care about the prosperity of the past century’s mysterious realms?

“Please be humble, sit down, let us discuss the matter of the disappearances,” suggested Daolord Pantheon, inviting Jiang and Shen to the highest seats available.

Thus began a crucial discussion about the fate of the Floodgate Realm atop the secluded peak of Mount Wuliang. The summit’s initial proceedings were led by the sect masters who had organized the meeting.

“This recent mysterious disappearance concerns us all, as I believe each of you has gathered information. Now, let us share what we know to better understand and address the situation.”

“The disappeared sects include Tianyu Sect, Azure Saber Sect, Mount Mover Gate, Feiyun Pavilion, Golden Cloud Gate, and Shenji Gate—six in total.”

“The common thread is their overnight evaporation, with no survivors from the lowest disciple to the highest-ranking Daolords, leaving no trace behind.”

“Furthermore, their sect premises were left completely undamaged; there were no signs of struggle or battle.”

This report once again lowered the mood at the summit to a chilling silence. While all the attendees were previously aware of these details, the restatement of the facts still inevitably sent shivers down their spines.

“The situation is as stated. I invite everyone to speak freely and contribute ideas on how we can save the Floodgate Realm from this peril.”

However, these words hung in the air as no one immediately responded. Clearly, no one present felt they had a viable solution to propose.

Finally, under the expectant gazes of the assembly, it was Jiang Chengxuan who broke the silence.

“At this moment, it’s clear this is related to the great calamity. Such an act is beyond me, and only a force that transcends our realm could achieve this.”

His statement immediately tightened the knot of tension in everyone’s stomachs.

The Great Calamity!

By now, no one could deny its existence, which also meant that the vanishing of the sects was merely the beginning of what was to come.

While this incident was mysterious, compared to the apocalyptic destruction depicted in legends of the Great Calamity, it was relatively mild. This led to an unsettling realization: what more terrifying events might lie ahead?

For a moment, no one dared to consider the future; the sense of crisis surrounding life and death quickly overwhelmed everyone present.

“To confront the Great Calamity, all sects in the Floodgate Realm must be prepared to exert every effort. This is crucial, and I hope everyone understands,” Jiang Chengxuan continued with a grave tone.

“The calamity threatens to overturn our world, sparing no one. Are you all prepared to face it?”

Chapter 1067: Gathering At the Mount Wuliang

Editor: Henyee Translations

Atop Mount Wuliang, amid an atmosphere of urgency and fear, a cultivator suddenly called out, “What about it, Master of the Haoran Sect, is there still no reply?”

This speaker was Wu Xin, the sect master of one of the few super sects that had sent out a secret missive, the Five Hearts Sect.

At this moment, representatives from nearly all sects that received the secret message had gathered on the platform atop Mount Wuliang, yet the message sent to the Floodgate Realm’s currently strongest sect, the Haoran Sect, seemed to have vanished without a trace.

“No… Perhaps…” replied the person Wu Xin addressed, another sect master responsible for organizing this union.

Confronted with the question, he was reminded of past events, causing his speech to falter slightly, reflecting his unease.

This hesitation struck a chord with some sects present, sparking regret within them. Had they foreseen today’s troubles, they surely would not have chosen to criticize the Haoran Sect in the past.

Only now did they realize the significant role the Haoran Sect played in the Floodgate Realm, especially during such critical times.

Historically, it was the Haoran Sect that had helped the realm overcome several calamities, aiding their rise step by step. Yet, during the years of prosperity, some had chosen deliberately to forget this.

While they were inwardly regretting and assuming that the Haoran Sect might choose to remain uninvolved, a remarkably calm voice suddenly resonated through the area.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Haoran Sect and the Thunderclap Valley have arrived. We hope we haven’t kept you waiting too long.”

This statement immediately sparked a wave of elation among the high-level leaders of various sects, who quickly stood up to greet the newcomers.

“Master Jiang! Lady Shen! You are truly the saviors of our Floodgate Realm, waiting any amount of time would be worthwhile!”

Wu Xin, who had been quite distressed, was now overtly ingratiating in his address. Other sect leaders also echoed his sentiments, praising the great deeds of the Haoran Sect and Thunderclap Valley.

This sudden burst of enthusiasm somewhat surprised Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan, though they were well aware of the underlying motives of these sect leaders; their hearts remained unmoved.

“Thank you, but the Haoran Sect can only contribute so much. We cannot bear too much responsibility alone,” Jiang Chengxuan replied in a calm and measured tone, his casual response causing many smiles to stiffen—a clear indication of his slight displeasure.

Nevertheless, the other leaders could only swallow their feelings, maintaining their forced smiles.

As the atmosphere grew tenser, a person approached Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan. The crowd looked up to see it was none other than Daolord Pantheon.

“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Jiang, Fellow Daoist Shen. When did you two advance to Mahayana? Truly, this is a feat that demands my utmost admiration!”

Under everyone’s gaze, Daolord Pantheon spoke with a light laugh, his eyes filled with both shock and admiration.

It was only then that everyone present realized that Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan had both ascended to the peak of the Floodgate Realm by becoming Mahayanas.

The crowd was visibly stunned, with many unable to hide their astonishment or the sense of being overwhelmed.

“Mahayanas?!”

Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruoyan had risen to prominence in just a few thousand years, and now they were already at the pinnacle of their cultivation—a fact that made many seasoned cultivators, who had spent several times longer in their own practices, reel in disbelief.

“How is such fortune even possible when many of us have lived for tens of thousands of years without encountering it?” they wondered silently.

Meanwhile, understanding the true depth of power within the Haoran Sect now equipped to withstand any calamity, made all previous critics look foolish. Even if the Haoran Sect ceased to advance, they would likely remain unmatched for tens of thousands of years.

With such power, what would they care about the prosperity of the past century’s mysterious realms?

“Please be humble, sit down, let us discuss the matter of the disappearances,” suggested Daolord Pantheon, inviting Jiang and Shen to the highest seats available.

Thus began a crucial discussion about the fate of the Floodgate Realm atop the secluded peak of Mount Wuliang. The summit’s initial proceedings were led by the sect masters who had organized the meeting.

“This recent mysterious disappearance concerns us all, as I believe each of you has gathered information. Now, let us share what we know to better understand and address the situation.”

“The disappeared sects include Tianyu Sect, Azure Saber Sect, Mount Mover Gate, Feiyun Pavilion, Golden Cloud Gate, and Shenji Gate—six in total.”

“The common thread is their overnight evaporation, with no survivors from the lowest disciple to the highest-ranking Daolords, leaving no trace behind.”

“Furthermore, their sect premises were left completely undamaged; there were no signs of struggle or battle.”

This report once again lowered the mood at the summit to a chilling silence. While all the attendees were previously aware of these details, the restatement of the facts still inevitably sent shivers down their spines.

“The situation is as stated. I invite everyone to speak freely and contribute ideas on how we can save the Floodgate Realm from this peril.”

However, these words hung in the air as no one immediately responded. Clearly, no one present felt they had a viable solution to propose.

Finally, under the expectant gazes of the assembly, it was Jiang Chengxuan who broke the silence.

“At this moment, it’s clear this is related to the great calamity. Such an act is beyond me, and only a force that transcends our realm could achieve this.”

His statement immediately tightened the knot of tension in everyone’s stomachs.

The Great Calamity!

By now, no one could deny its existence, which also meant that the vanishing of the sects was merely the beginning of what was to come.

While this incident was mysterious, compared to the apocalyptic destruction depicted in legends of the Great Calamity, it was relatively mild. This led to an unsettling realization: what more terrifying events might lie ahead?

For a moment, no one dared to consider the future; the sense of crisis surrounding life and death quickly overwhelmed everyone present.

“To confront the Great Calamity, all sects in the Floodgate Realm must be prepared to exert every effort. This is crucial, and I hope everyone understands,” Jiang Chengxuan continued with a grave tone.

“The calamity threatens to overturn our world, sparing no one. Are you all prepared to face it?”