The Age Of Doom: I Can Deduce Countless Ages Of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 5: Decision

As the two were about to descend the mountain, a paper crane suddenly flew over.

"Master, come quickly!"

Amidst the green crane, a voice filled with age and weariness drifted in and out. After transmitting this voice, the paper crane spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes.

A paper crane delivering a message! A minor technique of the Qi-absorbing realm.

Zhang Qingyuan furrowed his brow.

In the era of the Dharma's decline, the use of all techniques required the utilization of the Dharma's spiritual energy. However, at this time, the spiritual energy had become toxic. Under the Dharma's decline, using spiritual energy would consume one's flesh and bones, as well as their silent divine thoughts.

Moreover, the voice seemed to belong to the elder of the sect, Lu Yiyu.

Lu Yiyu was the only remaining elder of the Qingxiao Sect at this time.

Before the Dharma's decline, Lu Yiyu was the youngest elder of the Qingxiao Sect, with his cultivation reaching the pinnacle of Soul Formation. With just a breath and a casual strike, he could split rivers and mountains and annihilate countless enemies.

But now...

He was just an old man!

Lu Yiyu actually used this method to inform him, indicating that he had encountered trouble.

"Senior Brother, what should we do?"

Mu Qingxi also sensed the urgency in Lu Yiyu's tone and already guessed what had happened.

After years of the Dharma's decline, the disciples within the sect were probably dissatisfied.

Naturally, Zhang Qingyuan could also think of this. He simply said indifferently, "Let's go and see first!"

...

On Shangling Mountain, outside a cluster of buildings at the foot of the mountain, an old man stood in front of the crowd with a dim gaze.

"Chen Wuxuan, I never expected that you would also want to betray the sect!"

Lu Yiyu looked at the leading disciple in front of him, his heart filled with a trace of desolation.

"Elder Lu, I..."

Chen Wuxuan stood in front of the disciples, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Standing beside him, Si Huai spoke up on his behalf, "Elder Lu, since the Dharma's decline, we have been trying to advance and retreat together with the sect. But what is the result? Master Mu and many elders have abandoned the sect, and Senior Brother Zhang Qingyuan has consecutively slain Foundation Establishment cultivators. Now, it's estimated that only his Qi-absorbing cultivation remains."

"The Qingxiao Immortal Sect... no, it was finished when the Dharma's decline arrived!"

Si Huai's words were resolute and forceful.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yiyu couldn't help but feel desolate.

What Si Huai said was true!

But what could he do?

Should he go with them to seek refuge with the court?

Would Lu Yiyu be such a cowardly person?

"Since your determination to leave is firm, then leave behind the belongings of the Qingxiao Sect on your bodies and depart!"

Lu Yiyu looked at the crowd and sighed.

Upon hearing Lu Yiyu's reprimand, Chen Wuxuan glanced at himself and the disciples behind Si Huai.

The dozen or so people were covered in gemstones and beautiful jade, their sleeves adorned with various exquisite bracelets, and their shoulders carrying heavy burdens. Even the bamboo pole they carried emitted a radiant and precious aura, making a clanging sound as they walked.

Chen Wuxuan couldn't help but blush.

Was it too excessive? Should they take a little less?

But before he could speak, Si Huai spoke first.

"Hmph! You're just giving those treasures to ordinary mortals! It's better to give them to us so that we can rebuild the sect in the future!"

Sihuai refuted Lu Yiyu's words.

Over the years, she had already lost all respect for the sect.

And at this moment, Chen Wuxuan had no hope of defending the sect any longer. He said with a sigh, "Elder Lu, I inspected the mountain protection formation last night, and now the formation has become very weak. I'm afraid it won't last much longer. Elder Lu, why are you still here in these mountains that have lost their spiritual energy, waiting for death?"

"You...traitor!"

Being retorted like this, Lu Yiyu couldn't help but feel his blood boiling, and he coughed repeatedly.

Chen Wuxuan could only turn his head away.

He looked up at Shanglingshan, where he had been staying for decades, feeling desolate.

It was impossible for Chen Wuxuan to have no feelings for Qingxiao Sect. In the past, he offended an elder of the Huan Yao Sect, one of the Seven Sects, and the Huan Yao Sect sent tens of thousands of demon soldiers to seek revenge. Chen Wuxuan thought that he was doomed, but Qingxiao Sect resisted the pressure from all sides and managed to save him. Such kindness was enough for him to remember.

Many years had passed, the end of the era had arrived, and his cultivation had declined, but he had never had the immediate thought of leaving.

But a few days ago, Sihuai's words made him suddenly realize.

In the era of the end, the destruction of Qingxiao Sect was already destined. Now, with a million troops from outside the sect pressing in, if they continued to guard these few mountains, the final result would be becoming the souls under the butcher's knife.

From then on, Qingxiao Sect would completely disappear.

If he took advantage of the remaining cultivation and brought his disciples to the mortal dynasty, he didn't necessarily have to serve others. He could hide and wait for an opportunity to rebuild Qingxiao.

To stay behind would be to give away their lives in vain.

Chen Wuxuan's heart was like a knocked-over bottle of mixed emotions.

"Senior Chen, we have already said everything that needs to be said. Since they don't listen, let's just leave. We have done our best over the years," Sihuai said, pulling Chen Wuxuan towards the secret passage of Qingxiao Sect.

Their disciples followed closely behind them.

Hearing this, Chen Wuxuan couldn't help but sigh.

Then Zhou Qing said, "Senior Chen, the end of the era has come. If Qingxiao Sect wants to survive, it needs to adapt to the times. Why worry! We are on the right path."

As soon as these words were spoken, the last trace of confusion in Chen Wuxuan's eyes was shattered, and he firmly stepped towards the place he was about to go.

But a familiar voice came faintly from above.

"Chen Wuxuan, have you made up your mind?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who were about to leave couldn't help but stop in their tracks.

They looked towards the source of the voice and saw Zhang Qingyuan wearing a blue robe, walking down the mountain with Mu Qingxi.

"Senior Brother..." Chen Wuxuan felt even more guilty when he saw Zhang Qingyuan.

"Junior Sister Mu, things have come to this point. If you still want us to stay, then forget it," Sihuai said as soon as he saw Zhang Qingyuan and the others.

"Senior Chen, I don't have much to say. I only have one question. If Senior Brother Zhang Qingyuan has found a way to end the era, will you still stay?" Mu Qingxi looked at the determined people who were about to leave and sighed softly.

When Chen Wuxuan heard this, he was about to answer.

But Sihuai laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha! How many years have you been saying this? I'm giving face to Senior Brother Zhang Qingyuan by calling him Senior Brother, Taiwei Zhenjun! If I don't give him face, he's just a useless person!"

Zhang Qingyuan heard Sihuai's words, but his heart remained calm.

He inherited the memories of his original self, and he knew better than anyone the difference between cultivators and mortals.

He ignored Sihuai and looked at Chen Wuxuan, saying, "I have found a way to end the era. Have you made up your mind?"

(End of this chapter)