Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8498: 475-from beginning to end (1)

Chang Jun spoke in a grave tone, "I have no idea what occurred on that fateful day, but suddenly, a vast expanse of ominous clouds gathered overhead. Those clouds nearly blanketed the whole sea territory controlled by the blood massacre sect. Soon enough, a rift tore open in those clouds. From that rift, a strange noise echoed out. Next, we spotted a finger descending toward us. We were quite distant from blood massacre Island, so normally we wouldn't have seen it at all. Yet, inexplicably, the sight was crystal clear to us—a finger resembling a sky-supporting pillar, glowing with white radiance. Even so, we could make out its details plainly, along with the fierce clash unfolding below."

Chang Jun's features twisted with a mix of dread and thrill at this recollection. He continued eagerly, "That finger looked utterly bizarre, lacking any flesh or blood, just a layer of tough hide stretched over bones. The instant it thrust downward, a streak of saber energy shot upward from blood slaughter Island. The sect master and the six elders unleashed it together, wielding the blood killing blade. The saber energy sliced straight into the finger, severing it clean. But the sect master and elders appeared utterly drained, plummeting from the heavens like men whose very life force had been spent."

Chang Jun's expression turned profoundly mournful once more. He went on, "Once the divine finger got severed, it seemed furious beyond measure. It struck again, this time declaring, 'soul-hooking ghost claw.' A massive ghostly talon plunged from above. But right then, every soul on blood slaughter Island poured their spiritual energy into the blood slaughter saber. It slashed once more. The ghostly talon suffered damage this time, even oozing some blood. Yet the island's defenders had poured out every last drop of their power. Finally, the blood slaughter saber itself broke apart. The exalted immortal grew even more enraged, unleashing a swarm of ghostly talons. Those talons ravaged every island under the blood slaughter sect. That's when we saw one barreling toward our position. Our island's defensive formation had already crumbled from the finger's initial assault. In that critical instant, the bronze statue whisked us all inside it. Once within the statue's interior space, a tremendous jolt rocked us, and an overwhelming energy surged through. Then everything went black, and we blacked out."

Zhao Hai let out a heavy breath once Chang Jun wrapped up his tale. From the account, the fight hadn't dragged on forever, but Zhao Hai sensed its savage intensity all too well. The blood massacre sect lived up to its fierce reputation—they'd never yield to any foe, not even a high god. The sect's warriors refused to face doom passively; they struck back, lopping off an enemy's finger and even wounding that spectral claw. Such feats alone filled the blood massacre sect with glory.

Zhao Hai wasn't foolish enough to believe the blood slaughter sect could have escaped unscathed by simply surrendering. Had they not fought, blood slaughter Island might have been obliterated outright, sparing the other islands for a time. But the sect's leadership would have vanished with the main island, spelling the end for the blood slaughter sect anyway. Don't forget, the seven major sects had massed their troops, poised to strike at any moment. The blood slaughter sect's defiance drew that supreme being from the upper realms to crush them personally, denying the seven great sects their shot.

At last, Zhao Hai grasped why the seven major sects held back their invasion forces against the blood slaughter sect. There was simply no point anymore. That high god had already erased the blood slaughter sect from the blood sea realm entirely. That's why no armies marched in. Any scouts they dispatched would merely inspect the ruins, hunting for any remnants. Should they find survivors, the seven great sects would surely pounce, slaughtering every last member of the blood slaughter sect without mercy.

Having pieced it all together, Zhao Hai declared solemnly, "We ought to head to a secure spot now. Let's check it out." He flicked his wrist, and a burst of white light transported them all to a modestly sized realm. Within lay a bustling city packed with every sort of dwelling imaginable. This was the mystic realm the blood massacre sect had claimed as its own.

Zhao Hai's hunch proved spot on—the mystic realm had escaped major harm, remaining a haven. He guided the group inside. Upon arrival, Zhao Hai scanned the area with his spiritual sense first. His gaze sharpened, and he soared beyond the city walls. Though puzzled by his intent, Chang Jun and the rest trailed after him. They quickly reached the city's edge and spotted the object there: a modest structure.

This structure sat amid a grassy expanse just outside the city. What was once deceptive turf—a snare Zhao Hai had triggered early in his city explorations—now stood barren, stripped of grass and illusory foliage. Only the lone building remained, exuding a desolate air. A signboard dangled from it, bearing three bold characters: Sutra library!

This spot stirred the dreams of the blood slaughter sect's brightest talents, housing the sect's premier cultivation methods. Truly, the Scripture chamber formed the blood slaughter sect's beating heart. It safeguarded every elite technique amassed over ten millennia. These weren't just superior-tier arts; it included top examples from lower realms too, each the pinnacle within its category.

Gazing upon the Sutra library, Zhao Hai instantly recognized the elders' desperate resolve. They knew catastrophe had befallen the blood slaughter sect while he was away, so they'd prioritize this above all. In the chaos, they couldn't relocate much else or spare the moments. They had shuttled only the Sutra library here, the blood slaughter sect's vital legacy. This was its true lineage, meant to endure. Now, that sacred duty rested squarely on Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai stared at the Scripture chamber and exhaled deeply. He faced the group and instructed, "Rest up properly here, everyone. After this devastating blow, it seems we're all that's left of the sect. From here on, rebuilding the blood slaughter sect, reclaiming our place among the ten great sects, rising to glory once more, and avenging today's slaughter... it all hinges on us. We're the blood slaughter sect's final spark. Train diligently in this place. I'll venture out to search for any other survivors and handle a few urgent matters."

Hearing Zhao Hai's resolve, Chang Jun and Wen Yuming paled. Chang Jun blurted out, "No, Island Master. The outside world's far too perilous. You can't risk it. The seven major sects are surely scouring for us, lying in wait. If they spot you, they won't hesitate to strike you down."

Zhao Hai dismissed their fears with a gesture. "Relax. The seven major sects have no clue I'm still kicking. They won't breach the blood slaughter sect's domain without a fight. I've got unfinished business to settle. You all focus on cultivation here." With those words, Zhao Hai vanished in a flicker.

Chang Jun and Wen Yuming understood Zhao Hai's prowess well. They fretted as he departed, yet felt powerless to aid him. They couldn't even exit this realm themselves. No matter their anxiety, they stayed put. Moments later, Zhao Hai reemerged within the mystic realm, clutching a large banner this time. He unfurled it, summoning a thousand-strong squad into the space.

Zhao Hai had briefly slipped out to the dark ghost sect earlier. He'd folded the Ghostwind bandits into the dark wind Ghost flag, then stowed the flag within the blood lotus for a swift return via teleportation to the mystic realm. The Ghostwind bandits reeled in confusion, suddenly thrust into this alien domain. Stranger still, others already occupied it.

Zhao Hai eyed Xu Gang and his crew sternly. "This is my domain. You'll train here for the foreseeable future, so obey Chang Jun without question. Chang Jun, brief them on our identity and the recent events. Starting now, they're part of us. But heed this: any who defy orders, execute on the spot!"

"Yes," Chang Jun acknowledged, despite his bewilderment. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hai had vanished from the mystic realm again, leaving Chang Jun and company to oversee the Ghostwind bandits. Spotting the garb on Chang Jun and his allies, the bandits quickly deduced their ties to the blood massacre sect. Still, they couldn't fathom Zhao Hai's link to it.

Chang Jun sized up the newcomers too. He knew little of them, but their rough appearances screamed troublemakers. Their attire suggested loose cultivators. Curiosity gnawed at him. Zhao Hai's activities had stayed under wraps; the group was clueless about his exploits lately. Naturally, the Ghostwind bandits meant nothing to them either. Blood Gale Island kept things tightly sealed, save for a select few in the know.

Just then, Zhu Yong, stationed at Chang Jun's side, chimed in, "Lord Chang, these are the Ghostwind bandits' crew. The Lord was away on sect duties, posing as their leader, Zou Xiao. They likely remain ignorant of his real self. Best you reveal the Lord's true nature to them, plus fill them in on our dire straits. And if they act shady, recall the Lord's command!"

Chang Jun froze at Zhu Yong's revelation. He pivoted to him and replied, "Old Zhu, drop the 'Lord' bit. We're equals now. Fill me in on the full story." Chang Jun held no special regard for Xu Gang and the rest. As an Island Lord-tier expert, much like his peers, he'd show them no undue courtesy—especially without their own heavy hitters present.