The Ancient Martial World's Sect Destroyed: The Primordial Sect

The battlefield of the ancient martial world was engulfed in chaos and despair.

Shadow beings, like grim reapers, darted through the battlefield with eerie ease.

They had no physical form—untargetable, unattackable—as if they were terrifying entities from another dimension.

Neither blade strikes nor magical attacks had any effect on them, plunging all resisting warriors into endless panic and hopelessness.

"What the hell are these things?!"

A disciple screamed in terror, swinging his sword wildly, only for it to pass harmlessly through the shadowy figures.

The next moment—

Squelch!

A shadow being effortlessly phased through his body, snatching his life in an instant. The disciple collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The horrifying sight sent chills down the spines of the remaining disciples, their faces pale with fear.

"It’s no use! Our attacks don’t work!"

"I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!"

"Quick! To the teleportation array! We need to get out of here!"

But then—

A figure emerged swiftly from the darkness.

Countless blood-red roses bloomed before the fleeing crowd—Bang! Bang! Bang!—

Explosions of crimson mist erupted.

The one responsible was Mei Xue.

With a wave of her hand, a spatial black hole surged forth, sealing off the only path to the teleportation array.

"No way…!"

"We’re all going to die here at this rate…"

"When will the Martial Alliance come to save us?"

"Someone help… I don’t want to die…"

The shadow beings ignored their desperate struggles, continuing to harvest lives without pause.

Rivers of blood flowed, and the air was thick with screams. The battlefield grew even more suffocating with despair.

Then—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless beams of light descended from the heavens.

The sudden change ignited hope in everyone’s eyes.

Mei Xue looked up, her gaze sharpening.

So they’ve come… just as Gu Yan said.

The ancient martial world had indeed prepared a teleportation array from the secular world.

In the next instant—

Whoosh!

Figures clad in Martial Alliance uniforms emerged from the light beams, each wielding a sword.

"First team, protect the injured disciples!"

"The rest, follow me—exterminate these abominations!"

"Yes, sir!"

The speaker wore a golden badge on his chest—a member of the Sword Holding Department!

Behind him, countless Sword Holders soared into the air, summoning their spiritual blades and striking at the shadow beings within the sect.

Squelch! Squelch!

A miraculous sight unfolded—the shadow beings, previously immune to all attacks, crumbled into black ash the moment the spiritual blades touched them.

"The Sword Holders!"

"The spiritual masters are here!"

"Our reinforcements have arrived!"

The sect disciples wept with relief. They had finally held on.

But as they looked around—

The sect’s grand formation was destroyed. Countless disciples had been slaughtered.

From the elders to the sect master, none had been spared.

The sect… was already a name without substance.

Mei Xue watched the approaching Sword Holders and summoned another black hole.

"Don’t let her escape!"

"Hurry!"

"Stop her!"

The Sword Holders tried to intercept her with their spiritual blades, but under the cover of night, Mei Xue’s power multiplied. A group of newly initiated Sword Holders stood no chance of stopping her.

Next, as Gu Yan had predicted—

That person… would arrive as well.

Beyond this sect, others had also been attacked by the Night Organization. Their goal was clear—

Eliminate the sect masters, elders, and high-ranking members first, then selectively cull the disciples.

Such meticulous planning suggested this operation had been in the works for a long time.

Perhaps… the Night Organization had known in advance about tonight’s celestial anomaly and had prepared to strike the ancient martial world’s sects on this very day.

Meanwhile—

Within the strongest sect of the ancient martial world, the Primordial Sect, the atmosphere was unbearably tense.

The Primordial Sect was the oldest surviving sect, home to countless powerful warriors and ancient experts.

The Primordial Holy Ancestor of the Primordial Holy Land was a peak late-stage grandmaster who rarely emerged unless the sect faced annihilation.

Yet even such a mighty sect could not escape the shadow of calamity.

In the Primordial Sect’s plaza, disciples and elders gathered with grim expressions.

The air was thick with tension.

Shadow beings lurked at the edges of the sect’s protective formation, searching for weaknesses.

"Sect Master, those monsters have already destroyed our outer formations. What should we do?"

An elder, his face etched with urgency, sought guidance from the sect master.

The Primordial Sect’s master, Mo Chongxiao, stood at the center of the plaza, his expression cold and stern.

He knew this crisis was unlike any other—one misstep, and the entire sect would be doomed.

A month ago, the prophecy about the Night King on the stone tablet had blurred inexplicably.

As if the Night King’s predetermined fate had been altered.

The world was changing. The Night King was invading the ancient martial world…

Could they withstand this catastrophe?

With that thought, Mo Chongxiao issued his orders decisively:

"Activate the inner defensive formations! All disciples and elders, enter the highest state of alert!"

"Send someone to the Primordial Holy Land—request the Primordial Holy Ancestor’s presence!"

"Yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, scrambling into action.

As the inner formations activated, powerful spiritual barriers rose around the sect, temporarily keeping the shadow beings at bay.

But everyone knew this was only a temporary measure. A solution had to be found—fast.

Just then, a disciple rushed forward.

"Sect Master! The Martial Alliance has sent reinforcements!"

"They relayed that only spiritual masters can effectively combat the shadow beings!"

The news brought a flicker of hope.

Mo Chongxiao immediately asked, "How many have come?"

"Uh… just one."

"One?"

Mo Chongxiao was stunned. "Only one? Is it the Martial Alliance’s leader, Long Tianyuan?"

"No…"

The disciple’s voice carried a hint of awe.

"It’s the founder of spiritual mastery… the head of the Sword Holding Department, Leng Qingqiu."

"And… she’s broken through to the grandmaster realm!"

"Sect Master, it’s the once-in-ten-millennia prodigy, Leng Qingqiu! We’re saved!"

With the celestial anomalies, many powerhouses had recently broken through.

So Leng Qingqiu’s ascension to grandmaster was no surprise.

Hearing this, Mo Chongxiao’s expression froze.

Then, a bitter smile tugged at his lips.

He looked up at the endless tide of shadow beings outside the formation.

"How ironic…" he murmured.

That girl from the Leng Family… is now the one protecting us.

What must she think of us—the sects of the ancient martial world?

Shaking off his thoughts, he turned to the disciple.

"When will Department Head Leng arrive?"

The disciple quickly responded, "According to the alliance's message, they said... they're arriving now."

As soon as the words fell, a deafening roar erupted from the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

In an instant, countless slender flying swords materialized outside the inner formation, descending like a torrential downpour of blades. With thunderous force, they surged toward the shadowy figures clinging to the barrier.

In the blink of an eye, these terrifying shadow beings were utterly annihilated, vanishing without a trace.