Meteorite Long Arrow

The cultivators who had robbed them previously died in a similar manner to the person before them.

However, at that time, the two of them were critically injured and on the verge of death, completely unable to clearly perceive the bloody scene before Gu Changyuan cleaned it up.

Now, he wanted them to witness it with their own eyes while wide awake.

After disposing of the corpse, Gu Changyuan slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his aura abruptly changing.

His originally lazy and casual temperament vanished, replaced by a chilling, domineering pressure that looked down upon the world.

Aside from Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi, the expressions of the other disciples instantly turned solemn, understanding in their hearts: their Master was about to get serious.

Two breaths later, Gu Changyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

A shared field of vision instantly appeared in the eyes of all the surrounding disciples.

The scene unfolding before them was no longer the peak of Tianyuan Mountain, but rather, following their Master's line of sight, pushing forward rapidly in a certain direction.

Gu Changyuan raised his left hand.

An ancient and domineering longbow materialized out of thin air.

The bow was pitch-black throughout, with ferocious dragon heads carved into both ends of the bow limbs, and two crystals inlaid as the dragons' eyes.

This bow had no name.

But the number of experts who had died beneath it was countless.

Gu Changyuan was not only skilled with a sword; he was proficient in all popular weapons in the world.

Every single one of them had been honed to the pinnacle during his life-and-death struggles in the Ruins of Disorder.

It was just that he was more accustomed to and preferred using a sword.

Different weapons had different wondrous uses, and he would occasionally use other weapons as a means of surprise attack to catch enemies off guard.

Raising his right hand, he drew the bow back like a full moon.

A long arrow brimming with surging space-time power slowly coalesced on the bowstring.

The arrow was silver-gray all over, with a slender shaft and a razor-sharp arrowhead.

As it formed, the surrounding void began to twist violently.

It was not a simple trembling, but a true distortion, as if it could not bear the power contained within the arrow.

On the arrow shaft, two streams of light could faintly be seen flowing.

The two powers intertwined and wound around each other, forming a balance on the arrow.

Every time they flowed, they would leave a tiny spatial tear around the arrow.

Gu Changyuan's gaze was calm as he looked down the arrowhead and began to channel the powers of space and time.

The two powers intertwined, tracing along the aura left behind by Ding Qun when he came, continuously extending and tracing back.

It was the regression of time magic and the tracking of space magic.

He was going to find the location of the Black Fiend Sect.

Everyone's line of sight, following the progression of those two powers, began to fly forward rapidly.

Mountains and rivers flashed by beneath their feet, cities and villages passed in the blink of an eye, clouds were torn apart, and the void was pierced.

Soon, a massive sect appeared before everyone's eyes.

The mountain gate was pitch-black and magnificent, carved with three ferocious large characters: Black Fiend Sect.

Flanking the gate stood two enormous black fiend statues, their faces terrifying, exuding a chilling, vicious aura.

Atop the main peak, a giant black palace stood towering, radiating a gloomy atmosphere.

The grand sect-protecting array enveloped the entire sect, its array patterns flowing.

Having precisely locked onto the location, the cold light in Gu Changyuan's eyes grew even more intense, and his right hand suddenly let go.

Swish!

That space-time long arrow erupted instantly, carrying heaven-tearing might as it transformed into a silver-purple dual-colored streak of light, shooting swiftly toward the Black Fiend Sect.

Wherever the long arrow passed, space was forcefully torn apart, forming terrifying shockwaves.

As it flew, the size of the long arrow continuously expanded. The arrow, originally only half a fathom long, transformed into a giant arrow tens of fathoms tall in the blink of an eye, its imposing manner becoming increasingly terrifying.

...

The Black Fiend Sect.

At this moment, within the main hall.

Two Half-Immortal ancestors sat in the ancestral seats, the Sect Master of the Black Fiend Sect sat upright in the main seat, and over a dozen elders sat below.

They were waiting for Ding Qun's return.

The crowd was discussing animatedly, and the atmosphere was fairly relaxed.

The weather outside was excellent, with a cloudless sky and bright sunshine.

Suddenly, the two Half-Immortal ancestors simultaneously felt their hearts skip a beat.

An inexplicable chill rose from the bottom of their hearts, instantly spreading throughout their entire bodies, as if some major event was about to occur.

They abruptly stood up, looked at each other, and saw the same horror in each other's eyes.

Just as they were still pondering what had happened, an incomparably terrifying fluctuation of spiritual energy had already descended above the Black Fiend Sect.

In an instant.

The bright sunshine around them was blotted out.

The sky turned incredibly gloomy, dark clouds surged, and thunder clapped.

Fierce winds howled, sending sand and stones flying.

The strength of that spiritual energy fluctuation directly caused the entire Black Fiend Sect's grand protecting array to light up in reaction, its array patterns flashing madly and emitting a hum of being overwhelmed.

The two Half-Immortal ancestors were both old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Their cultivation was profound, and their reactions were extremely fast. They realized at the first moment that someone was launching a surprise attack.

They did not hesitate at all, immediately pushing their entire bodies' spiritual energy, wanting to escape into the void and flee.

Then they discovered that they could not move.

But in the next second, they completely froze.

The entire Black Fiend Sect had actually been completely stagnated by an invisible force.

The powers of space and time intertwined and wound together, forming a massive barrier that completely sealed the Black Fiend Sect and all the disciples and elders within it.

Time stopped.

Space was sealed.

Their bodies were stiff, unable to move, unable to circulate their spiritual energy, and even unable to open their mouths to speak.

They could only watch helplessly as that terrifying spiritual energy above drew closer and closer, the shadow of death instantly looming over everyone.

BOOM!!!

The heavens collapsed and the earth fractured.

That giant arrow, like a meteor, ruthlessly crashed onto the main hall of the Black Fiend Sect, directly striking the center of the sect and instantly triggering a violent explosion.

Countless spatial rifts frantically spread in all directions with the point of impact as the center.

Wherever it passed, everything was either torn to shreds by the spatial rifts or eroded by the disordered temporal power, instantly turning into dry bones. The entire Black Fiend Sect was instantly reduced to a living hell.

The momentum was so massive that it shook the surrounding mountain ranges into a slight tremble, and the birds and beasts in the mountains were frightened out of their wits, fleeing madly.

When the shockwave dispersed and the light faded, only a massive, deep crater remained in place.

The Black Fiend Sect was gone.

A sect that had entrenched itself in the Western Region of the Eastern Continent for tens of thousands of years, a sect that possessed three Half-Immortal ancestors, was just gone like that.

Not even a single intact piece of rubble was left behind.

Further away, those cultivators who sensed this terrifying fluctuation stood frozen in place, gazing at the lingering terrifying aura in the direction of the Black Fiend Sect, their faces full of horror.

From today onwards, the Black Fiend Sect would be struck from the records of the Western Region of the Eastern Continent.

...

Tianyuan Mountain Peak.

In the shared field of vision, all the disciples clearly saw that soul-stirring scene.

A giant arrow tore through the void and landed on a massive sect.

Then, there was destruction.

Destruction that swept away everything like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

Two breaths.

A mere two breaths.

A sect was erased from the map just like that.

Everyone fell silent.

Among them, the ones who suffered the greatest shock were Jun Mukong and Jun Anshi.

They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

So it turned out that a sect could be destroyed so simply, so easily.