Gusu Lan sect, Yiling Wei Sect, Handu Wei sect, Yunmeng Jiang sect, Lanling Jin sect, Qishan Wen sect, Qinghe Nie sect, Baling Ouyang sect, Wushang Yao sect and many more cultivation clans gathered just outside the Yiling palace.
Ever since the news about the Wen's revival spread, the whole cultivation world had done some drastic preparations. Everyone unites for one great battle.
As of that moment, the Yiling palace has been packed with puppets. Even those of Wuxian's had been under Wen Rouhan's control already.
"It's time to permanently put a stop on Wen Rouhan's evil reign" Mingjue shouted "Let's put him back to where he belongs and make sure he stays there!"
"Yes, Chifeng-jun!"
Wuxian, Xuanyu, Xue Yang, Guangyao and Yang led the front line. All five of them drew a talisman and threw it to the huge gates of the Yiling palace.
"Open!" They shouted in unison.
The gates slowly creaks as it opens. They can already here the raging roars of the puppets.
"Fight!"
Thousands of disciples clashed with thousands of walking corpses. The soil of Yiling turned blood red, the sky gets dark as arrows rain down on them. Flashes of yineng lights spark everywhere.
That day, the world witnessed an unimaginable chaos that almost wiped out the whole cultivation world.
. . .
"We have failed" Mingjue softly spoke as they watch disciples dying and getting back up again as a puppet. Their allies turned into enemies.
They were almost at their limits and everything is going against their plan.
"What should we do now?" Jiang Cheng asked helplessly. He looked at the faces of his family and friends. Just like him, they were all on the verge of giving up.
"We have no other choice now" Bai He stood up straight and started running towards her own mansion in Yiling. "Follow me!"
They all followed her into her mansion and puppets tailed them. Bai He led them into the forbidden room where they saw a very large orb that emits dark purple mist.
"Everyone get inside that portal!" Bai He shouted. They were about to make a run for it but the puppets caught up with them. Wen Ning stood right in front of the portal to make sure that no puppets get in.
They had to fight their into the portal. Their yineng was rapidly draining down and they're getting tired.
As they fight, they managed to let some of them inside the portal. Unfortunately, they had also lost some of them.
"Lady Ha?" Huaisang frantically searched for the disciple that's looking after his son "Ha Rin! A-Chun!" he started crying again in fear of not seeing his son anymore.
Just then, the portal started to slowly shrink. Panicked by it, Bai He tried her best to get them all across. Some of them are tossing the others in while others defended them from the puppets.
"Aniē!"
"Fuqin!"
They can hear the children's cries.
"Just go!"
"I'll be right behind you"
"Be safe"
"Lord Mo, please take good care of my son"
"Stick together"
"I love you so much"
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Founder Of Demonic Cultivation
Historical FictionWhat if Wei Wuxian didn't die? What if they didn't try to kill him? What if they all lived in harmony? Would it be better? Or would another chaos emerge?