The Legend of Futian

Chapter 2342: Stance from All Sides

In the vast space around the Lost Clan, the atmosphere became unbelievably oppressive.

From the Lost Clan, out came mighty cultivators, with some standing guard on top of the buildings, their eyes fixed on the cultivators from various forces of the worlds. There was no fear in their eyes, and eyes like that instilled fear in those who saw them.

The cultivators of the Lost Clan were not afraid of death. From the day that they entered the Lost Clan, they had prepared to sacrifice their lives at any moment and were ready to meet their deaths. As those cultivators continued to progress, the beliefs and courage that they held deep in their hearts had far surpassed their fear of death.

Countless years they had walked during the Dark Ages, and there was nothing more that could make them afraid. Everything they were facing now was just a repeat of what they had experienced in the Dark Ages.

Cultivators from all sides wore the most serious expressions on their faces. There was no lack of cultivators who were not afraid of death, and not all of them were so awe-inspiring. But at this level of cultivation, death was somewhat frightening in itself. Take, for instance, the nine cultivators in the Lost Clan’s Battle Matrix of the Rocks. Any one of the nine would be an awesome figure in the outside world. But in here, they were just a member of the Lost Clan who would rather die guarding the battle matrix. The power they were capable of exerting was so shocking that the eight enchanting geniuses from the Ancient God Clan could not break it. Had they continued, both sides may very well sustain grave casualties.

Therefore, if they were really to go to war, they had no clear idea just how many methods were at the disposal of the Lost Clan. But judging from the fearless courage exhibited by the Lost Clan so far, they would probably slaughter as many of the cultivators as possible so that the outsiders would also pay dearly for their transgression.

“The Lost Clan came upon the Original Realm by chance, and it was not our intention to cause any trouble. All we wanted was to coexist in peace. That is why we have invited everyone to enter our secret zone as a gesture of goodwill. We have even allowed everyone to cultivate in our secret zone through friendly exchanges. There is no need now to speak openly about what you are really coveting in your hearts. If this is the case, we will protect the Lost Clan at any cost. If the Lost Clan is destroyed, so will the secret zone; no one would obtain any inheritance from the demise of the Lost Clan,” the old man addressed everyone with a solemn voice, grave but powerful.

Even if the Lost Clan were obliterated, none of the cultivators from those various forces would be able to claim anything from the Lost Clan for themselves. The Lost Clan would destroy the secret zone.

“People of the Lost Clan is faithful to our pledge: protecting the Lost Clan with our lives,” the old man continued as an even more solemn aura effused, enveloped the boundless space as invisible as the air. This atmosphere was formed by the common will of all the cultivators in the Lost Clan.

“Protecting the Lost Clan, with our lives.” Voices were heard, one after the other, resounding inside the Lost Clan.

“Protecting the Lost Clan, with our lives.” Outside the Lost Clan, those Renhuang cultivators who had arrived also reiterated the oath with one voice, sounding solemn. In an instant, a curious force filled the space between heaven and earth. As these voices continued to resonate, a shocking and oppressive ambiance seemed to suffocate many cultivators inside the space.

In the secret zone of the Lost Clan, cultivators began to walk out one after another, all with a frightening aura. Many of them were elders, and some looked much older, with wrinkles all over their faces. But their eyes were piercing, spirited, and full of power, zooming in on the cultivators from all sides.

In their eyes, there was a great power that was palpable.

The solemn voice and that astonishing air shrouded all the cultivators from various forces. No one dared to act carelessly. The cultivators from all sides had tested the strength of the Lost Clan before and knew they were incredibly strong. After they had gone through the previous exhibition fighting inside the Battle Matrix of the Rocks, they had a much better understanding of the prowess the Lost Clan was capable of.

At this moment, a group of cultivators took a few steps forward. These men had extraordinary and unparalleled temperaments, and a faint aura of righteousness could be perceived from them. The divine light that surrounded them gave an extremely pleasant feeling.

Cultivators from the Human Realm.

The man that was the head of the Human Realm congregation bowed slightly in the direction of the Lost Clan, who was in the distance, and said, “The Lost Clan has been protecting the Shenyi Continent for countless years to ensure its existence and deserves our utmost respect. The Human Realm will not be enemies with the Lost Clan, and we won’t participate in any disputes and battles with the Lost Clan. The reason why we came here was the appearance of the relic. After learning so much about the Lost Clan, we have nothing but admiration for you.”

Human Realm had forfeited. They chose not to take an opposing position against the Lost Clan.

When the elder from the Lost Clan heard this, he made a bow with his hands together in front of him and said, “The Lost Clan thanks you for your kindness and righteousness.”

“Emperor Ye from the Original Realm was right. Don’t do onto others what we don’t want to have done onto ourselves. Since Shenyi Continent has guardians for protection, there is no need to be so unrelenting and unreasonable. The Lost Clan is a principality that goes back to ancient times, and it is not easy for it to sustain its existence until this day. Why not just let the Lost Clan become a force in this world and cultivate?” A cultivator from the Human Realm continued to advocate and looked toward Ye Futian while he was speaking.

However, the Dark World, the Empty Divine Realm, and the Devil World were quite unimpressed with the words and actions coming from the Human Realm. In their opinion, those from the Human Realm, like Ye Futian, were just a bunch of sanctimonious fakes. But they had heard that this kind of behavior was not unusual in the Human Realm. They had proclaimed themselves to be the most orthodox heirs after the heavenly path, descendants of the human race, even naming the Great Emperor of the Human Realm as the Human Ancestor.

“We didn’t say the Lost Clan couldn’t become a force in the cultivation world. We just wanted to enter their secret zone to take a look; there were no other intentions. But the Lost Clan couldn’t even agree to such a simple request. How can we be friends?” An incredibly wicked voice was speaking, and it belonged to a top figure from the Empty Divine Realm.

The Empty Divine Realm was also known as the Evil Emperor Realm. The master of the Empty Divine Realm was called the Evil Emperor, and it goes without saying that his disciples were also endowed with quite a bit of wickedness. The cultivator who spoke was one of Evil Emperor’s disciples.

“That’s right. If the Human Realm doesn’t want to participate, then please get out in our way. We just wanted to take a look inside the secret zone of the Lost Clan. I don’t believe the Lost Clan will begrudge us that.” The cultivator from the Dark World also joined in. They had come this far; they would not give it up so readily. New chapters are published on Noᴠelꜰire

“Of course, the Lost Clan cannot possibly agree to such request,” said the cultivator from the Lost Clan. “If you insist on entering the secret zone of Lost Clan, it will only be over our dead bodies.”

When the voice fell, the sense of solemnity intensified. The divine light that was shining on the cultivators of the Lost Clan shrouded the boundless space. Phantoms of the ancient gods appeared everywhere in the surrounding areas.

Right in front of them, and behind the great cultivators of the Lost Clan, the phantoms of the ancient gods that appeared were like true deities, massive and gigantic, reaching all the way to the sky; an aura of immeasurable horror now bloomed from them!