CHAPTER 70 — The Siege of Cloudsky
The world shook.
Cloudsky Peak trembled violently as the demonic army smashed into the sect's defenses like a tidal wave made of teeth, claws, corrupted qi, and murderous intent. Spiritual formations blazed to life along the mountain ridges, turning the sky brilliant blue for a moment—
Then red as the first impact hit.
BOOOOOOOM—!!!
The shockwave rattled every stone in the sect.
The scent of burning qi.
The rattle of metal.
The distant screams of disciples.
The siege had begun.
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Collapse of the Forward Lines
Lin Xuan cut his way through another wave—his spear ripping through corrupted flesh and demonic qi alike—but even as he fought, he could feel the pressure growing.
There were too many.
Far, far too many.
Wen parried a bone puppet's blade, flipping backward as blood splashed the stone beneath him. "These numbers… this isn't a raid. It's a full extermination!"
Mu stood behind them, alchemy flame burning fiercely as it melted two corrupted wolves into puddles of black sludge. Her chest heaved, but her eyes remained steady.
"They're forcing the outer disciples to break formation!"
Bai charged forward, spear sweeping in a wide arc that hurled three demonic beasts off the cliff. "Then we hold them together! Don't let them through!"
But it didn't matter.
Because the tide didn't stop.
It didn't slow.
It didn't tire.
The demonic cultivators came like a flood without end—each wave stronger than the last.
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Death Becomes Common
Lin saw an outer disciple try to run. A corrupted beast pounced, tearing him in half before he took two steps.
Another disciple screamed as she was pulled into the swarm, shredded beneath claws and teeth until only her blood stained the earth.
Two Cloudsky elders leapt overhead, clashing with three demonic elders—blades and claws tearing through the sky.
A moment later—
One elder fell.
The second fell.
The third demonic elder only laughed.
Lin's heart tightened.
Everywhere he looked, people were dying.
Disciples he sparred with.
Disciples he taught minor tips to.
Disciples who cheered for him at the competition.
Disciples who stood behind him only hours ago.
Now they lay broken, crushed, bleeding, screaming—
—or silent forever.
Cloudsky Sect's defenses…
were breaking.
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The Demonic Commander Arrives
A shadow fell across the battlefield.
A pressure descended like a mountain of corpses.
Every disciple froze—even Bai, Wen, and Mu instinctively backed up.
A late-stage Nascent Soul demonic commander stepped onto the field, dragging a chain of skulls behind him. His eyes glowed red, his hair matted with blood, and demonic qi roiled around him like a storm.
He sneered as he surveyed the battlefield.
"So this is Cloudsky Sect? Weak. Pathetic. Not even worth slaughtering."
Lin gripped his spear tighter.
The demonic commander raised a single hand—
A beam of death qi blasted outward—
Dozens of disciples were vaporized.
Lin's teeth clenched so hard his jaw cracked.
He grabbed the nearest injured disciple and dragged him back from the next wave of beasts.
He glanced around, breath ragged—
Cloudsky Sect was losing.
Rapidly.
Desperately.
Irreversibly.
The line broke again. Screams echoed down the valley.
And then Lin made a choice.
A reckless, insane, impossible choice.
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Lin's Insane Gamble
He whispered, "It's time."
Mu whipped her head toward him. "What—!? Lin, what are you doing!?"
Wen shouted, "Lin! Don't you dare—!"
Bai braced his spear. "Lin, this is not the time to try something stupid!"
But Lin Xuan did not answer.
He simply raised his hand.
And his inner world—his solar system—opened.
A gravitational force spread across the battlefield.
Cloudsky disciples stiffened as spiritual tendrils wrapped around them.
Wen's eyes widened. "He's… pulling us inside—!"
Mu gasped. "He's evacuating the entire sect—!"
Bai yelled, "LIN! You can't fight them ALONE!"
But Lin didn't argue.
He only said:
> "If I don't… none of us survive."
And the world went white.
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Evacuation Into the Inner Earth
One by one, disciples vanished—pulled into Lin's inner earth.
Outer sect disciples.
Injured inner sect elites.
Wounded core disciples.
Alchemists.
Formation masters.
Even several elders who fell unconscious.
Their bodies vanished into Lin's world, pulled into safe areas surrounding the herb gardens and celestial rivers he had crafted.
Mu's eyes welled as she faded. "Don't… die."
Wen roared as he was pulled in. "LIN! DON'T BE A HERO—!!!"
Bai tried to charge back toward him, but the gravitational force swallowed him. "I SWEAR IF YOU DIE I'LL DRAG YOU BACK TO LIFE MYSELF—!"
With each disciple he absorbed, Lin's surroundings grew emptier.
Quieter.
And far, far more dangerous.
Now only two remained on the battlefield:
Lin Xuan.
And Cloudsky Sect's Sect Master.
The Sect Master struggled to stand, blood dripping from his mouth. "You… stupid… boy…"
But before he could finish, another wave of demonic beasts swarmed toward them.
Lin clenched his jaw.
Then he pulled the Sect Master inside too.
The old man disappeared with a faint sigh and a look of defeat mixed with trust.
And Lin Xuan…
stood alone.
Facing an army.
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One Man Left Standing
The demonic commander howled with laughter.
"You saved your disciples only to die alone? How noble. How foolish."
Lin raised his head.
The star core in his chest pulsed.
His hair lifted.
The air crackled.
His spear grew hot in his hand.
And his aura—finally unrestrained—exploded outward.
A shockwave rippled across the battlefield.
The demonic commander staggered back, startled.
Every demonic cultivator froze.
Every beast bowed instinctively.
Every puppet cracked under the pressure.
And Lin whispered:
> "Let's begin."
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The Battle of One vs. Thousands
Lin stepped forward—
—and everything around him died.
A solar fist erupted from his arm and detonated twenty demonic beasts at once.
He spun his spear—a spiral of starfire tore through two puppet giants.
He flicked his fingers—arcs of lightning reduced a squad of assassins to ashes.
He stomped the ground—an eruption of gravitational force flattened a battalion.
He breathed out—
—and flames ignited the air.
Each self-created technique was stronger than the last.
Each movement shattered the battlefield.
Each strike was a small supernova.
But the demonic army was vast.
Strong demonic cultivators entered the field.
Then stronger ones.
Then elders.
Then Nascent Soul elites.
Then puppet generals.
Then corrupted beast kings.
Then thousands more.
Even Lin, heaven-defying as he was, began to bleed.
His ribs cracked.
His breath grew ragged.
Cuts ran down his arms.
Lightning burned his skin.
Qi leaked from his pores.
He was still killing hundreds—
—but he was being overwhelmed.
He was encircled.
Surrounded.
Battalions above.
Beast kings below.
Elders at every angle.
He was a single man in a sea of death.
And then—
Lin Xuan smiled.
Because his plan had worked.
He had drawn every single enemy as close as possible.
He whispered:
> "Perfect."
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Lin gripping his spear.
Blood dripping from his chin.
A smile on his lips.
As the solar system inside him began to change.
The entire battlefield trembled as Lin Xuan prepared to do something absolutely insane.
Something terrifying.
Something world-shattering.
Something only a madman—or a legend—would dare.
And with that…
Chapter 70 ends.
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