si-mexico Chapter 507 Oath
Chapter 507 Oath
As each genius took the oath, a low but powerful response was heard from the audience. It was the support of their fellow disciples and the resonance of all the participants.
The young people's voices may still be a little immature, but the determination and courage in them are like a tsunami, converging into an unstoppable torrent.
In the end, all eyes, on and off the stage, were focused on one person.
Lu Wensheng, the leader of the righteous path, stood at the very front of the Broken Jade Platform. Mist and haze surrounded him, but could not blur his figure.
He did not wear a complicated formal dress today, but only a plain but upright leader's uniform, and his sleeves fluttered gently in the breeze.
His face was calm, but his eyes were as deep as a cold pond. He slowly swept across the thousands of faces in the audience, across the ocean of silent and determined gazes.
The position where he stood was the position where generations of predecessors had stood. It was a position destined to bear the most attention, the most expectations, and the heaviest pressure.
The Broken Jade Platform was silent, yet it seemed as if countless heroic spirits were watching and whispering.
This is not just a pre-war mobilization, but also the final move in a long-planned chess game that concerns life and death.
From a higher place, perhaps there are cold eyes looking down at all this, regarding all living beings as mayflies and this battle as a disaster.
This is a long-planned chess game, a sacrifice made by millions of common people under the gaze of a high and mighty power.
And this Broken Jade Platform, the thousands of monks below the platform, and the young leader on the platform, are going to issue the most resounding resistance to the predetermined fate and the condescending gaze with the determination of "rather die with honor"!
The burning incense curls up, and the blue smoke rises straight up, commemorating the compatriots and martyrs who gave their lives for this hundreds of years ago and thousands of years ago, and declaring the determination of today's generation to do the same even at the cost of their lives!
Just standing there, he already carried the weight of a mountain and the direction of a ray of light.
All the heroes from all over the world who had gathered on and below the Broken Jade Platform, at this moment, condensed into an indestructible piece of jade.
It is better to break than to bend.
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Lu Wensheng stood on the top of the Broken Jade Terrace and walked up the steps. The mist and haze swirled around like a belt, but it could not wipe away the heavy weight of the mountains and rivers between his brows.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze like still water flowing deep, slowly sweeping across the thousands of faces below the stage.
Those eyes, whether familiar or unfamiliar, but all burning with blazing faith, are like stars in the dark night, gathering into an unyielding Milky Way.
His sight finally fixed on several figures.
That was an old friend who had once wandered on the wrong path of fate and almost fell into the abyss.
His gaze first fell on Ji Yanli.
Ji Yanli, who was trapped by inner demons, had a clouded sword heart, and was almost going crazy at that time, is now dressed in the neat attire of the chief disciple of the Wenxian Sect, with his black hair tied up high and his eyes as clear as a cold sword quenched by fire. He stands quietly in front of the disciples, as steady as a mountain.
The viciousness and struggle that almost tore him apart in the original novel have been replaced by a more restrained and determined determination.
The two images overlap slightly, yet are clearly distinct.
His eyes met Song Wen's.
That guy was still as lively as ever. Even in such a solemn occasion, he didn't forget to wink at him, with his usual lazy smile on his lips, as if he didn't care about anything.
In a trance, he seemed to see another life trajectory. He fell silently in a damp corner, his blood turned cold, and he became the victim of a despicable conspiracy. All his laughter and anger turned into dead silence.
And at this moment, he stood there intact, full of vitality, and his lively eyes showed his trust and fearlessness in the future without any haze.
His gaze shifted slightly and fell on Zhang Zhixu who was a little further away.
He was subconsciously raising his hand, as if he wanted to scratch the back of his neck. Halfway through the movement, he met Lu Wensheng's gaze. He was suddenly startled, as if he was caught by the teacher for being absent-minded in class. He quickly put his hand down, straightened his originally somewhat loose back, and tried to make the most solemn posture, with a hint of embarrassment on his face as if he had been discovered.
Lu Wensheng recalled the scenes described in the original novel - the sound of the sect collapsing and the explosion of blazing flames burning the sky. In order to protect his weaker fellow disciples behind him, the man in front of him resolutely turned around and rushed towards the devil's tide, and was eventually swallowed up... Now, he was just embarrassed because of a small action, and he was still standing intact in the warm spring breeze.
Finally, he saw Jin Jianxian.
The timid boy who once huddled in the shadows, loathed himself, and dared not even look others in the eye, now stands as straight as a bamboo.
He has snow-white skin, black hair, and a heroic spirit. His ebony eyes, which used to always look down and evasive, are now clear and bright, a kind of confident look that radiates after breaking free from the mud and completely washing away the dust.
He even gave Lu Wensheng a shallow but extremely frank smile.
How different is this from the shadow in the original novel who eventually exhausted his talent and died silently in timidity?
His eyes met Yan Qingshu in the audience.
She stood among a group of female cultivators, also looking up at him.
Those eyes that always sparkled with intelligence and cunning were now filled with the same surging emotions and a glimmer of understanding.
She witnessed firsthand how they struggled upward step by step from the valley of despair, how they crushed the established tragedy and reshaped it into today's hopeful landscape.
No words are needed, just one glance, thousands of emotions and tens of thousands of hardships are expressed without words.
They looked at each other and smiled very lightly and quickly. In that smile, there was a calmness and pride after earth-shaking changes that only they understood.
Figures and faces intertwined clearly in front of Lu Wensheng's eyes, silently contrasting with the tragic and bloody endings in the fragments of memory.
Lu Wensheng looked on quietly, but his chest felt like a surging tide and crashing against the shore.
Destiny is not an indestructible, unshakable stone. Those so-called original trajectories, those written falls and tragedies, are not unshakable laws of nature!
The deadlock it created and the dust it scattered can actually be wiped away! Those seemingly destined falls, declines, and wails can actually be reversed and reshaped!
What is a predetermined fate? What is the partiality of heaven?
In the depths of those warm, peaceful, and compassionate dark brown eyes, a hint of icy coldness and determination suddenly flashed across.
Beneath the surface that seemed like a gentle spring breeze, a core of rock and cold iron suddenly cracked open.
So fate favors Yu Bai? So, this world's fortune is used to nourish the thief who steals fortune?
Then——
Cut off his stolen fortune!
Cut off his stolen fortune!
Completely reverse this forcibly distorted destiny!
Seize justice from heaven and earth, and restore the universe to its bright and clear state!
This thought flashed by like lightning, yet it set off a huge wave in his heart. The murderous intent was as solid as substance, almost bursting out of his pupils - they still had to settle the lives of dozens of disciples of the Discipline Hall and even countless innocent people.
But he immediately took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the cold and sharp light that was enough to freeze the soul, and re-collecting it in his eyes that were like deep pools, leaving only a seemingly calm but actually surging coldness.
He raised his head again, his eyes clear and firm again, scanning the entire audience.
Below the stage, thousands of monks were silent, with countless eyes focused on him, waiting for the final order.
The Broken Jade Platform is silent, yet it seems as if the spirits of sages and heroes from past generations have stopped there, silently gazing through the clouds of time at how this new generation of chess players makes the first move against destiny.
Lu Wensheng spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but clear and deep. Every word sounded like the gentle tapping of a jade chime, clearly reaching the ears of every cultivator present.
"Disciples of the righteous path should take it as their responsibility to eliminate demons and defend the Way, regardless of success or failure, gain or loss, and have no regrets even if they die!"
He emphasized the last two words, and it was like a heavy hammer falling to the ground, hitting everyone's heart.
After a brief silence, the thousands of cultivators below the stage, no matter which sect or school they came from, whether they were human or demon, all had their hearts pounding and their blood boiling.
They gripped their magical instruments tightly, straightened their spines, and as one, issued a response that shook the sky:
"I take it as my duty to eliminate demons and defend the Way, regardless of success or failure, gain or loss, and I will have no regrets even if I die!"
The sound waves were getting louder and louder, rising into the sky and shaking the whole area. Even the thick devil clouds in the sky seemed to be slightly shaken by the impact of this majestic and righteous energy!
There is no need for history books to sing the praises of his achievements for eternity, and there is no need for future generations to remember his heroic death today.
But seeing old friends by my side, and sharing the same purpose, this heart and this aspiration are more important than any empty reputation.
So, why are you going here?
I only wish——
With my flesh and blood, I will pave a smooth path, cleanse thousands of disasters, and exchange it for peace for the people, the smoke from cooking fires will never stop, the long night will finally end, and the lights will always be on!
On the Broken Jade Stage, the figure in the plain chief's uniform and the countless jade souls below the stage who would rather break than bend, together created the most tragic and glorious freeze frame on the eve of the catastrophe.