Chapter 1181: Chapter 1183 Task_1 Chapter 1181: Chapter 1183 Task_1 Enemy invasion?
Song Jian was stunned. Wasn't this a semi-dimensional plane belonging to the Imperial Sword Sect? How could there be foreign enemies attacking this place?
However, now clearly wasn't the time for questions. Several people flew together using the Sword Flight Art, heading towards the mountain peaks of the Imperial Sword Sect.
By the time several people returned to the Imperial Sword Sect, they found the grand hall already filled with people. Looking around, there were thousands of them, including the peak masters and elders they had seen before. The remaining disciples wore different attire to distinguish the ordinary disciples, the elite disciples, and the direct disciples.
The ordinary disciples wore gray attire, the most numerous, with more than half of the grand hall; the elite disciples were in blue attire, numbering only about three to five hundred; the direct disciples were in purple attire, the least in number, less than a hundred.
In the half-empty hall, there was a 3D-like translucent globe phantom. This planet was only half the size of an ordinary planet, the other half seemed to have been gnawed away by something, with its wound covered in rolling lava and dark fog-like darkness.
“This, this is Ancient Sword Star?” Song Jian stared agape at the massive planet phantom hovering above his head. As the planet slowly rotated, Song Jian could even see the mountain peaks of the Imperial Sword Sect and the surrounding peaks stretching for thousands of miles. Each peak, starting from halfway up the mountain, was overlaid with layers of buildings. These must be the other peaks of the Imperial Sword Sect besides the main peak.
At this time, everyone's perspective was as if several satellites were tracking and filming the entire Ancient Sword Star, and what they were seeing was the planet's status transmitted back from the satellites.
At this moment, on the phantom planet above, from the missing half, three threads as thick as fingers spread rapidly towards other areas, igniting roaring black flames wherever they went.
Song Jian knew that though these three black threads seemed small now, they were in fact several thousand kilometers wide on the planet.
“The Desolate Beasts from the Ancient Desolate Abyss have started to riot again, this time much earlier than before!” Sect Leader Duan Xingliu said gravely, his voice echoing throughout the grand hall.
“Qinglian Peak, Gu Yue Peak, Immeasurable Peak, station at Overlapping Waves Canyon. Do not let the left wing Desolate Beast Army cross Overlapping Waves Beach. Battle Sword Peak, Moon Concealing Peak, Star Radiance Peak, Sea Suppression Peak, station at White Tiger Mountain Range. Take advantage of the Desolate Beasts' unstable footing and crush the central Desolate Beast Army from the front, Green Mist Peak…”
Duan Xingliu arranged the interception of the Desolate Beast Army from the Ancient Desolate Abyss methodically, each peak master and elders of the peaks all stood solemnly. Upon hearing their tasks, they commanded their respective disciples and headed for their defensive positions.
Song Jian noticed that the number of disciples from each branch of the mountain ranged from several hundred to over a thousand. The branches with fewer disciples were actually stronger, and those with more disciples had a slightly lower average strength.
After all assignments were distributed, only a few dozen people remained in the hall, including many elders from the main peak, such as the Punishment Elder and Elder of Transmission, and additionally there were a dozen disciples wearing purple attire.
Song Jian knew that these were probably disciples of the main peak. Duan Jian and Gu Luo both followed their respective branch's members as they left, and before departing, neither even glanced at Song Jian and Xin Ling.
When everyone had departed and only the main peak's lineage remained, Song Jian and Xin Ling exchanged a look, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
Soon after, the two saw Sect Leader Duan Xingliu gesture for them to come forward with a beckoning hand.
Song Jian and Xin Ling hesitated as they stepped forward, looking at Duan Xingliu with puzzled faces.
“Now, strictly speaking, neither of you is an official disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect yet,” Duan Xingliu stared at the two and said, “Now, you have two choices before you! The first choice is to continue to complete your assessment tasks. If you do, you will obtain the status of ordinary disciples and enter Immeasurable Peak,” Duan Xingliu glanced at Song Jian, “or enter Gu Yue Peak,” his gaze then shifted to Xin Ling.
After pausing for a while, Duan Xingliu continued, “There is another choice, which is to give up the previous entry trials. You only need to complete one task to directly become a direct disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect, with either me or any branch peak's Sect Leader taking you as a direct disciple and teaching you the supreme secret techniques of the Imperial Sword Sect, the Chaos Sword Canon!”
As soon as Duan Xingliu finished speaking, both of them received a task prompt issued by the system.
Song Jian immediately opened the task bar and saw that the second option given by Duan Xingliu was actually a Legendary Level task!
After hesitating for a moment, Song Jian asked, “May I know the details of the second option's task?”
A smile appeared on Duan Xingliu's face as he nodded and said, “Of course.”
With that, Duan Xingliu gestured, and the planetary model phantom above the hall shrank countless times in an instant, flying in front of Song Jian. As controlled by Sect Leader Duan Xingliu, the half-planet phantom, the size of a soccer ball, slowly rotated.
Duan Xingliu pointed to a missing part filled with black fog and said, “I need you to enter the Ancient Desolate Abyss and check whether the Demon Suppression Seal is damaged. If it is, I need you to restore the Demon Suppression Seal to a complete state. Only then can we completely end this crisis of the Desolate Beasts!”
With that, Duan Xingliu waved his right hand, and the black mist filling the other half of the missing section was dispersed, revealing a terrain similar to Abyssal Hell.
This was a black desert, with hundreds of meter-tall stone pillars rising from the ground, stabbing into the sky. Apart from the black desert and the red lava, there were no other colors. The whole planet looked like an apple that had been bitten, and around the gap, it seemed to be covered with a thick layer of mold, forming a stark contrast with the other half that was intact.
“Why us two? There should be quite a few people stronger than us here, right?” asked Song Jian with some hesitation. To know, even if only the usual disciples of the main peak were present, most had already reached the third tier of Combat Power. Only a few young direct disciples were still at the Second-tier Peak Combat Power but could break through to the third tier at any moment. From the outside, almost everyone seemed much stronger than Song Jian and Xin Ling.
“Because in the entire sect, only you two are divinely patronized and are able to enter this land that has been occupied by the Ancient Desolate Abyss!” Duan Xingliu said, “This contaminated land has a very strong seal. Once we NPCs enter, our strength will be weakened by over 80%…”
Hearing Duan Xingliu actually refer to himself as an NPC, Song Jian was somewhat surprised, involuntarily showing an astonished look on his face.
“Whereas you, the divinely patronized, will not be affected at all upon entering!” Duan Xingliu continued, and at the same time, he took out a scroll emitting a purple-golden light from his chest and said to Song Jian, “When the time comes, you just need to find where the Demon Suppression Seal is damaged, then tear this scroll there. After the repair of the Demon Suppression Seal is complete, simply replace ten energy orbs, simple, right?”
Looking at Duan Xingliu's smiling face and the legendary scroll in his hand, Song Jian couldn't help but glance over at Xin Ling. The girl with the Ancient Moon Sword Physique in front of him was looking at the scroll in Duan Xingliu's hand with excitement, seemingly eager to take on this task.
PS: Thank you “Straw Hat Without Salt” for the reward of 500 QiDian coins~
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