Money System In Cultivation World

Chapter 10: The Pillar Of Light

Chapter 10: The Pillar Of Light

And for the giant eagle boss, the power of Soaring Sovereignty flowed through its majestic wings. It could manipulate the very currents of wind, granting it unparalleled speed and agility in flight. It soared through the skies with grace and precision, striking from above with swift and devastating attacks.

These unique abilities were the keys to the boss monster's reign. They solidified their dominance over their floor, ensuring that no challenger could underestimate their might or question their authority. The boss monster became a living embodiment of the floor's essence, an unstoppable force that kept all intruders at bay.

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San Mu's gaze swept across the desolate landscape, his heart heavy with sorrow and anger.

The once vibrant portal that had led him to another realm had vanished without a trace.

Two days had slipped away, and he knew that his fellow villagers would have undoubtedly retreated, seeking safety elsewhere.

With a dejected sigh, San Mu trudged forward, his steps weighed down by the burden of loss. His village, his home, was no more.

Now he had to navigate this unfamiliar territory, seeking temporary shelter while desperately attempting to locate the new whereabouts of his people.

Time seemed to warp as San Mu moved with an agility and swiftness that surpassed his previous self. The distance that once took a full hour to traverse now shrunk to a mere ten minutes—a testament to his newfound martial mastery.

Yet, in the midst of his journey, a sudden freezing stillness gripped his body. A heavy metallic stench permeated the air, assaulting his senses. His instincts roared to life, and his Qi surged within, propelling him forward with an explosive burst of energy that reverberated through the surroundings.

He arrived at the village, his eyes widening with horror at the heart-wrenching sight before him. Bloodstains marred the once peaceful grounds, and torn limbs scattered in their wake. The village that once thrived with life now lay in ruin.

San Mu's vision blurred as his body trembled with grief and rage. Martial masters possessed an indomitable spirit, capable of quelling their emotions in an instant, but the weight of the tragedy threatened to consume him. With great effort, he managed to regain a semblance of composure, his mind calming amidst the chaos

Yet, the heaviness in his heart remained. The innocent lives lost, the women, men, children, his brothers, and his students—all slaughtered mercilessly. And for what? What crime had they committed? They were merely trying to survive in this harsh world.

San Mu's anger burned within him, fueled by the sight of the Leon Kingdom's golden Leo flag, tainted with the blood of his people. A chilling laughter erupted from his lips, a twisted expression of his torment. The very fabric of nature quivered in response, trees uprooted and the ground cracked under the sheer intensity of his terrifying Qi.

For half an hour, the air was filled with his unbridled fury. Destruction followed in his wake, obliterating objects within a fifty-meter radius. But eventually, the tempest within him subsided. San Mu regained control, his once turbulent emotions restrained.

Now, he turned his attention to the somber task at hand. With utmost reverence, he prepared graves for each fallen soul, burying them with care and honor. Each shovel of earth, each movement, carried the weight of his love and respect for those he had lost.

The sun set, casting a golden glow over the final resting place of his village. San Mu stood amidst the graves, his heart heavy with grief, yet his resolve unyielding. He swore to seek justice for his people, to avenge their lives and restore honor to their memory.

"Haha hahaha! Very good Leon Kingdom! Very good!* The sight of a 23-year-old man laughing was very eerie.

"I! The orphan adopted by the flaming Budha clan! San Mu will make you all pay! Pay by your lives! You all will have to pay with every drop of your blood! I Am San Mu! Avenger of the Flaming Budha Clan!"

As the stars emerged in the darkened sky, San Mu vowed to rise from the ashes, to rebuild what was destroyed, and to ensure that the Leon Kingdom faced the consequences of their cruezl actions. The moon bore witness to his solemn oath, illuminating his path forward with a solemn radiance.

As the days slipped away, time seemed to hold its breath, anticipation coursing through the public. Whispers spread like wildfire, each passing moment fueling the certainty that something extraordinary was unfolding within the very heart of the Leon kingdom.

In the shadowed corners of the realm, remnants of once-glorious sects united in a silent pact, driven by a shared desire to overthrow the oppressive reign of the Leon kingdom. Their determination burned bright, each member fueled by the memory of their lost sects and the collective strength they now wielded as a unified force.

But amidst this brewing storm, a phenomenon beyond mortal comprehension unfurled. A radiant crimson light pierced through the veil of darkness, its brilliance unmatched. It danced across the horizon, casting an ethereal glow upon the land, whispering tales of hidden power and ancient secrets.

Within the opulent halls of the kingdom, the King himself sensed the tremors of change. Suspicion gnawed at his thoughts, weaving a web of doubt. He couldn't shake the feeling that this radiant display was no mere coincidence, but rather the handiwork of a powerful sect, orchestrating a grand design that would reshape the destiny of the kingdom itself.

Yet, while the kingdom's elite pondered over the enigmatic light, a different scene unfolded near the northern wall—an area notorious for its lawlessness, where gangs and bandits thrived in the shadows. In an instant, as if summoned by the very essence of the crimson light, the towering pillar surged forth, shooting skyward with unrelenting force.

The crimson light pillar, a beacon of otherworldly power, mesmerized all who beheld its majestic ascent. The once-dormant air crackled with anticipation, a collective gasp escaping the lips of those who dared witness this awe-inspiring spectacle. The very fabric of reality seemed to shudder under its weight, as if the world itself held its breath, awaiting the revelation of the pillar's purpose.

In that moment, the fate of the Leon kingdom hung in delicate balance. The stage was set, and the martial artist's around the place poised to make their move. The crimson light, an embodiment of mystery and untapped potential, had cast its undeniable spell upon the realm, ushering in a new era brimming with possibilities and perils alike. The echoes of change reverberated through the land, promising a future that would be anything but ordinary.