Someone once said…
When life faces an extremely perilous moment, it sometimes transcends the limitations of time, revealing all the past events that memory had concealed.
These words were indeed true.
As that drop of blood fell, Liu Ping saw everything in his life, from its very beginning to this final moment…
It was the 181st year of Taiping.
On a vast plain.
Spells filled the sky, the clash of blades resounded, and blood splattered everywhere.
The cries of battle were incessant.
The decisive battle between the Human Race and the demon hordes was slowly entering its most critical phase.
At this moment.
The demon hordes simultaneously let out earth-shattering roars that echoed across the entire battlefield.
The human cultivators sensed something, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look…
They saw several great demon armies fiercely charging straight into the human commander's encampment.
Striking directly at the heart of the enemy!
This turn of events was too sudden; even the banners of the commander's encampment were already swaying precariously, on the verge of collapse.
“Quick, save the main camp—!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The urgent drumbeats, like a sudden downpour, emanated from the human main camp, spreading across the entire battlefield, sending out a distress signal to all cultivators.
The surrounding cultivators fought desperately to hold them back, but the situation remained extremely perilous.
The cultivators were so anxious their hearts rose to their throats.
The decisive moment of this campaign had arrived!
The fate of the Human Race hung by a thread!
At the same time.
Beyond the battlefield, high in the distant sky, above even the white clouds.
A man stood with his eyes closed upon a cloud, a white flower before him.
He reached out a hand and plucked a petal.
“If I don't save him, he dies.”
“If I save him, I die.”
“If I don't save him, he dies.”
“If I save him, I will die.”
Each time he spoke a line, he plucked a petal and gently released it to the wind.
Finally…
The last petal was plucked.
“If I don't save him, let him die…”
“It seems the heavens have willed it.” He clutched the flower in his hand, letting out a long sigh. With a casual flick of his hand, he opened a spatial rift, intending to step inside.
Suddenly… From beneath the ground, battle drums thundered like rolling thunder, and countless shouts erupted simultaneously: “The Commander is in danger!” “They’re attacking the Commander’s camp!” “It’s over, we’re truly finished!” “The defensive line has collapsed!” “Is anyone there? Someone, please come save us!” “Save the Commander!”
The man paused again, looking down towards the ground. Inside the Commander’s camp, corpses littered the field, and the cultivators still resisting grew fewer and fewer. The Human Race was suffering a crushing defeat.
The man continued to observe in silence, a look of reluctance appearing on his face as he murmured, “Master…” By this time, the drumbeats had gradually grown sparse.
He took out a pure white jade mask, thin as a cicada’s wing, and put it on. His body trembled, transforming into a streak of light as fast as lightning, piercing through countless layers of clouds, and hurtling towards the lower heavens.
Immediately, countless demons flying in the air sensed his presence. They surged towards the descending streak of light…
Suddenly, an enraged shout echoed from within the light: “Any who block my path shall die!” Immediately afterward, a shroud of black mist appeared around him. The black mist filled the sky.
Cultivators in black, masked robes emerged one after another from the mist, swiftly rushing out to intercept the demons surging towards them. Taking advantage of the diversion, the streak of light, agile as a dragon, swiftly pierced through the net of heaven and earth, soaring away and descending into the Human Race’s encampment.
Boom! Countless demons were sent flying backward. The light vanished. A masked male cultivator stood at the center of the encampment, not making a move, merely letting out a long whistle.