The Battle Through Heaven
The Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan!
The strongest faction within the Jia Ma Empire, the Misty Cloud Sect, had been passed down unbroken from one generation to another, resulting in this old sect standing at the peak of the Jia Ma Empire. If not for the sect rules, which forbade the usurpation of power from an emperor, the Misty Cloud Sect would probably have completely controlled the entire Jia Ma Empire for several times when there was a change in the dynasty.
This was also the reason why the imperial family of every empire was so afraid of the large creatures that were nearby. When it came to the family generation of the Jia Ma Empire Empire, they finally had the power that could cause the Misty Cloud Sect to stop due to having the guard of Jia Xing Tian and the protection of a mysterious unique beast. Therefore, the battles that the elite soldiers that the Imperial family had sent to the foot of the Misty Cloud Sect were able to live in peace.
The Imperial Family had been putting soldiers there for many years. His intention was something that almost everyone was clearly aware of. They were guarding against the Misty Cloud Sect.
In the face of such actions by the Imperial family, the Misty Cloud Sect did not respond too intensely. Other than a few young disciples within the sect who felt bitter and went to the camp and created trouble at first, the upper echelons of the sect remained silent on the matter. This was because they knew that the imperial family could not tolerate anyone sleeping beside their sofa. The Misty Cloud Sect was already used to receiving suspicion from the Imperial family. As long as the Misty Cloud Sect did not collapse, the military force at the foot of the mountain would never dare to make any possible moves.
None of the Jia Ma Empire's dynasties actually dared to attack the Misty Cloud Sect. This was because they clearly understood that it was a large beehive. A blow would cause the sky to overturn.
The Misty Cloud Sect was built on top of the Misty Cloud Mountain and the Misty Cloud Mountain was only tens of kilometers away from the capital. The two of them were very close together, like two large creatures that relied on each other.
Although Xiao Yan had already waited for three years until this day came, he did not use the Purple Cloud Wings to hurry. Instead, he walked at a steady pace as he headed towards the snow-white mountain peak piercing through the clouds, which were located at the end of his gaze. He wore a black robe and carried a large ruler, like a hermit.
The black-robed young man walked slowly on the main road unobstructed. The huge black ruler on his back was extremely eye-catching. From within the horse carriage that occasionally came and went on the road, there would be shocked gazes thrown at him. Xiao Yan did not seem to see this gaze. His footsteps were neither soft nor heavy. Although the burden of the Heavy Xuan Ruler was enough to shock anyone who came into contact with it, Xiao Yan was already very familiar with its weight after coming into contact with it for two years. As a result, he was not the least bit delayed despite traveling with it. Only shallow footsteps remained where his feet landed, leaving no signs of awkward scenery back then as a deep hole was left where his feet were stepping.
Leaving footprints at every step, Xiao Yan moved at a steady pace. Even though his figure looked skinny, it exuded a calmness and relaxed demeanor that caused people to cast their gaze to the side.
Walking with a calm heart in this manner was not a futile effort on Xiao Yan's side. When he had just left the city gate, his Qi threads were still repeatedly overflowing from within his body as he had just broken through to the Da Dou Shi class, he said, it caused the surrounding pedestrians to involuntarily move away from Xiao Yan. A suppressive Qi was not something that a Dou Zhe or those who were not even Dou Zhe could withstand.
Ever since Xiao Yan started walking up to this moment, his Qi, which was overflowing out of his body, had already started to enter the inside of his body. When one looked again, he did not seem any different from an ordinary person other than the great ruler behind his back.
When the sun had broken through the boundary of the horizon and slowly climbed high into the sky, Xiao Yan finally stopped walking. He stood on the slope and looked at the large foot of the mountain that was at the end of his gaze. Large army tents began to appear in the meadow. Through the white-colored tent, Xiao Yan could faintly see some soldiers were being drilled.
"Indeed as others say. The Imperial Family of the Jia Ma Empire had placed an elite army at the foot of the Misty Cloud Mountain. " Xiao Yan withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and walked down the slope. He followed the main road and slowly approached the foot of the mountain.
Although this was a military camp with extremely tight defenses, it did not deter hikers who wanted to climb the mountain. Therefore, after being randomly glimpsed by the few guards standing at the side of the road, Xiao Yan easily followed the main road and climbed the foot of the mountain.
As a fresh green color began to appear on both sides of Xiao Yan, the sound of the troops doing the exercises gradually disappeared from the sides of his ears. He raised his head slightly and a green stone staircase, which reached the limit of his vision, appeared in front of him. At first glance, it looked like a staircase leading to heaven.
Standing below, Xiao Yan lifted his head and stared at the old stone stairs that had been around for some unknown years. His eyes slowly closed. There seemed to be a faint and gentle sword ringing that was transmitted clearly from the edge of the stone stairs as it silently resounded through the forest. It was like a clock clanging, intoxicating people's minds.
The silence lasted for a while before Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes. He gently patted the Heavy Xuan Sword lying on his back. Her gentle footsteps finally landed solidly on the ancient stone stairs that looked slightly damp. Currently, he was officially coming for the Three Years Agreement.
The moment his footsteps landed, Xiao Yan could feel that his soul seemed to be releasing the Qi that he had been suppressing for three years.
Three years ago, a young man left his home carrying hatred, humiliation, and anger, appearing reckless and childish. He entered the mountains and ventured into the desert. Under the sword, blood, and fire, he was like a cocoon, quickly changing himself. Three years had removed his tenderness and witnessed its growth. All of these efforts are due to a three-year agreement today!
An unknown emotion filled his chest as Xiao Yan's footsteps maintained a uniform speed. His gaze stared directly at the end of the stone stairs as he passed by step by step. Seeming to have passed through the space barrier, his gaze was fixed on the body of the young lady sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak.
Nalan Yanran's. Xiao Yan's mouth moved slightly. His voice was calm as it carried some other emotions when the name quietly came out of Xiao Yan's mouth.
The mist enveloped the end of the long stone stairs. Behind him, there was a vast open ground. The entire place was completely built using huge rocks of uniform color, looking ancient and majestic. A huge towering stone monument stood in the middle of the open ground. On the stone monument, there were records of the names of past sect leaders and those who had served the sect well.
At the highest spot on the open ground, there were several towering stone chairs near the stairs that strayed from the others. As the stairs gradually ascend, those who sit are generally older. The highest stone platform was currently empty with no one on it. Beneath him, there were more than ten white-robed old men sitting cross-legged as they closed their eyes and rested. On the surface, one could not see the slightest uniqueness of these old people, but the robe on their body, the steel-like ones that didn't even make the slightest movement regardless of how the wind blew, were enough to make one know that these old men were not simple individuals.
Under this white-robed old man, there was a stone chair that stood alone. A woman wearing a moon robe closed her eyes. As the wind blew past, her clothes clung to her beautiful figure, revealing the perfect curves and figure underneath. As one's focus shifted to a beautiful face that was calm and indifferent, he was surprisingly Nalan Yanran!
Although there were only about a thousand people present above the open ground, the place was completely silent. Other than the whirring of the wind, not a single hint of strange sound came out.
Occasionally, a calm strong wind blew past the open ground. Immediately, everyone's eyes saw a white robe hovering, like a cloud in the descending sky. Such a scene was truly shocking when someone glanced at him.
Sometimes, the sound of strong wind suddenly appeared in the air. Soon, a human figure would appear at the end of the towering tree. At a glance, one would realize that there were actually quite a number of human figures standing on several large trees around the open ground. Not only Hai Bodong was present, but also Fa Ma and Jia Xing Tian. Even Nalan Jie along with the heads of several clans and their youngest generation like Mu Zhan who had been in conflict with Xiao Yan in the past, were also present. It seems that there are indeed quite a number of people invited by the Misty Cloud Sect this time around.
The human figure that came did not carelessly make noise and broke the calm atmosphere of the open ground. Although some powerful Misty Cloud Sect disciples sensed these guests who had arrived, they did not even have the slightest reaction. They just sit cross-legged on the ground. It seems they have already received some orders.
Standing on top of the tree, Hai Bodong's gaze slowly swept across the desolate plaza. His face is a bit grim. Looking through the eyes of a strong person like him, one could naturally find some details that others were hard to find. From his senses, the breathing of nearly a thousand Misty Cloud Sect disciples actually completely followed the same rhythm. The breaths of each lead each other. If one moved everywhere, he would receive a swift and ruthless attack like a storm. In this entire place, this thousand people seemed to be one body. The moment they attacked, thousands of them would attack together. Even a Dou Huang would have to dodge their spear tip for a while.
"They really deserve to be the Misty Cloud Sect." Hai Bodong sighed softly in his heart. He could not help but praise while sighing. How difficult was it to train all these disciples to coordinate with such a deep understanding?
Hai Bodong turned his head and exchanged glances with Fa Ma and Jia Lao. He could see a gloomy gaze from within the other party's eyes. Clearly, the huge array of the Misty Cloud Sect had also caused them to feel fear in their hearts.
The vast square was completely silent. Time slowly and quietly passed.
The huge sun in the sky slowly rose until it reached its peak. Warm sunlight descended, spreading throughout the peak.
On one instance, soft footsteps suddenly and quietly sounded from under the green-colored stone stairs outside the square. The soft voice was slowly transmitted, causing slight changes to the fully integrated breath.
On the open ground, all the Misty Cloud Sect disciples opened their eyes. Their eyes were fixed on the green stone stairs. Footsteps that were neither light nor heavy were emitted from that place.
On the stone platform, Nalan Yanran also gradually opened his bright pupils. His gaze stopped in place. For some unknown reason, his already indifferent heart suddenly began to jump several times irregularly.
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and clearer. It reached a point where it caused some of the white-robed old men on the stone platform to open their eyes and throw their gazes at the same spot.
From the distant sky, sunlight suddenly descended. It passed through a layer of foggy cloud cover and coincidentally shone on the stone steps. In that place, a tall and skinny figure finally began to slowly appear in front of countless eye gazes.
Under the supervision of nearly a thousand pairs of eyes on the open ground, the black-robed young man carrying a large black ruler on his back raised his legs and climbed the last rung of stairs.
The young man's gaze was void of liking or sorrow as it swept across the large square. Finally, it stopped on a beautiful woman on a stone platform who was also throwing a pair of bright disciples.
Xiao Yan gently lifted his leg and then placed it down. He repeated the same action for three steps. Only the soft and deep voice of his footsteps flowed across the silent square.
As soon as the three steps fell, the young man raised his head. He watched the woman and opened his mouth faintly.
"Klan Xiao, Xiao Yan!"