Demon Sword Sect's Undercover

Several old Masters listened and were somewhat dismissive. To them, this was reckless. Tianfeng did not explain. The Jinxiu people are too shortsighted; they still don't understand why the Sword Sect has been able to make such a significant impact in the universe over tens of thousands of years. It's because of the profound influence brought by two generations of Sword Immortals to the Sword Sect.

The sword flies faster than the mind turns, it truly isn't just a legendary story.

Tianfeng sighed. No matter how much he grumbled in his heart, for a Sword Sect to appear in a sealed Boundary Domain is indeed remarkable. For example, among the major sects of Jinxiu Daoist Sect, why have such individuals not appeared?

The prosperity of the Sword Sect, still affecting Jinxiu after two generations of Sword Immortals, is truly incredible.

Bowing to several old Masters, "Anhe Dao Country is entrusted to you, seniors. I have already discussed with Jue Mingzi of the Wu Sect. At least during the Beast Tide, there will be no changes around Anhe—internally, it monitors river demons; externally, it resists the Beast Tide. I suppose this should be no difficulty for you, seniors."

Master Xiao was very surprised, "Tianfeng, my nephew, you also intend to go to the Lizhi Sea to rendezvous with the Sword Sect?"

Tianfeng said coldly, "The Sword Sect acts rashly, unaware of the difficult road ahead. They think they can fight sea demons in the vast ocean with mere enthusiasm, which is just wishful thinking. In ocean battles, one can't rely solely on courage; without assistance for Magic Cultivation, actions can't be discerned and hiding can't be concealed, they'll eventually become fish and turtle fodder.

It's not that I'm concerned about them. The strength in the Southwest is mediocre; if the Sword Sect suffers a severe blow to their Primordial Energy, there's no need to fight at all. Just let the Southwest be handed entirely to the Southeast Daoist Sect."

With that, he left and set sail. Watching his speed, it was much faster than Jinxiu's boats. The Upper Realm's legacy is truly magical, and what's shown is just the tip of the iceberg. Now, casually taking out a traveling tool breaks the so-called taboo of Jinxiu's slow boats.

Looking at a few old fellows, Master Xiao chuckled, "Young people should just be left to their ways; there's no controlling them anyway."

Master An grumbled, "Is he really going to advise them? He clearly intends to join the fight. He finds staying in Anhe too dull, not conducive to cultivation. Does he think us old folks can't see through his motives?"

Several old Masters laughed heartily; Anhe Dao Country is a fox den, and this group of old cronies used very little cost to turn their Daoist Sect from danger to safety. Now who knows what mischief they are plotting again?

Master Xiao smiled, "Come, let's discuss... "

...In the Northwest, just as Hou Niao said, the new Loulan City has fallen. Under the attack of undead creatures, all human cultivation power retreated; even the small countries closest to the desert have started to relocate their citizens. Should the undead creatures attack again, they are simply unable to stop them.

The Qin Sect and Jin Sect have temporarily set aside their grievances. Although it can't be said they are cooperating, at least they will not hinder each other for now. But their strength is evident; even with sincere cooperation and supplemented by those insignificant Daoist on the Northwest roadside, it's difficult to withstand the relentless southward advance of the undead creatures.

Within Zhongshan Country, Yin Qingsi and a group of cultivators floated in the air, blankly watching the Zhongshan people below drag their families through dust and dirt on ox carts, horse carts, and donkey carts, retreating inland. The convoy stretched endlessly, with no end in sight, accompanied by the cries of children and the scolding of adults.

In such a situation, the mortal government has lost control over the people, so these cultivators must personally manage and protect them. Day and night, it's unclear how many people have actually been evacuated.

It's just that in the sparsely populated Northwest, if it were the densely populated Southeast or Southwest, this kind of large-scale migration would be unimaginable.

Such days have persisted for ten days, with skirmishes against scattered undead creatures amidst squabbles with the populace over various mundane affairs, with no endpoint in sight.

Once the new Loulan City fell, the Northwest Daoist Sect immediately reacted. They realized they couldn't withstand the line of Protective Forest; the wide forest belt and the Northwest's cultivation power simply couldn't hold. Ten times the amount would be futile.

The inability to hold the Protective Forest essentially means the countries closest to the desert cannot hold. The region is vast, the defensive front too large, and the number of cultivators too few...

The only option is to retreat, retreat to the two regions of the Quicksand River, within the two countries of Qin and Jin, to form a stable defensive circle back-to-back. Whether it truly becomes stable is unknown, but these small countries can no longer afford to retreat eastward. For ordinary people, a thousand-mile withdrawal is their limit. Dragging their families and possessions, how could they come and go freely like cultivators?

This is the reality of the Northwest. Unwilling as they are to admit it, it is the truth.

Yin Zhilong approached her, equally disheveled. Natural Realm cultivators still struggle when faced with organized actions of undead creatures, far less effortlessly than Golden Core cultivators.

"Big sister, how much longer must we retreat? It seems Zhongshan is almost empty already, right?"

Yin Qingsi, leading a team of Qin Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators, is responsible for evacuating a city in Zhongshan Country. The city is small, with only tens of thousands of people, but still exhausting for them.

"I don't know. After this city, there's another one. We must do our best. We cannot protect their homes, but at least we must evacuate the people. I estimate that to fully retreat to the rear of Qin Country, it will take about a month. This is just the beginning. Are you already unable to withstand it?"

Yin Zhilong shook his head, "I just want to fight an invigorating battle, rather than endure this daily crawl. Big sister, can't the sect organize a proper counterattack? Continuing to retreat like this, eventually, Qin Country will also become the front line."

Yin Qingsi glared at him, "So eager to die? An invigorating battle? The line of Protective Forest is completely covered by undead creatures. No news comes from there. How many undead creatures are there? Where is their attack direction? Where is the main force? We can't ascertain anything; how can we fight?"

Yin Zhilong's eyes were filled with hope, "Reinforcements? The Southeast Daoist is so strong, surely they won't just watch helplessly? And the Southwest Sword Sect, aren't we allies?"

Yin Qingsi sighed, "Little brother, having cultivated for so many years, in times of trouble, you still keep hoping for external help. This is why you can't ascend to Golden Core. Your cultivation is there, but your Heart Realm is lacking. It's also my fault for always keeping you by my side.

The Southeast Daoist won't come now, or how else can they demonstrate their importance? It will definitely be only when the Northwest is overwhelmed and desperate, at the critical moment, that they will shine and drive away undead creatures while incidentally winning over the hearts of the Northwest Cultivation World.

The Sword Sect, they can barely protect themselves. Another powerful Daoist Sect in the Southwest has already switched allegiance to the Southeast. They must shoulder the entire Southwest's burden of resisting the sea demons. It's uncertain whether they can even manage that...

So, stop hoping. It's on us to bear the burden. In the words of Cui Huizuo, it's all up to fate, only fight."