Chapter 1852: Chapter 1851: The Two-Colored Sky! A Strange Red Shadow in the Black Clouds

As the morning sun rose, the eastern sky turned a golden hue, with the sun like a big red lantern.

However, the sky to the west appeared dark and gloomy, as if a great storm was about to descend.

Thick fog swept in from the west, covering the sky and earth, with black clouds spreading across the once-blue western sky.

The black clouds rolled in, blanketing the heavens with an overwhelming momentum.

Chu Mingyue saw the scene, her ruby-like eyes rapidly turning.

"Is that the power of the western Devil Sect? The strength of the Devil Sect is formidable, and the outcome of this great battle is hard to predict."

Chu Mingyue recalled those years in Tianmo Valley.

She thought of Wang Ye, who diligently cultivated day and night.

She thought of Wang Ye, whose lips always carried a faint smile, exuding immense confidence.

Her once uneasy heart gradually calmed down, her lips quivered, and a premonition of Wang Ye’s inevitable victory rose in her heart.

"I really miss those days."

Chu Mingyue felt incredibly happy inside.

During those times, Chu Mingyue would cook meals for Wang Ye every day and then stand at the door, waiting for Wang Ye to return from his training outside.

She missed those days immensely, genuinely wishing that those times could last until the seas ran dry and the rocks crumbled, until the end of time.

At this moment, hundreds of figures appeared in the eastern sky, riding their flying swords, approaching this side.

These people were all dressed in light robes, carrying long swords on their backs, with a graceful demeanor, descending like immortals.

"The cultivators from Qingyun Sect are here too."

Among them was someone she had seen before, Qingfeng Zi, who still carried a sword box containing seven famous swords.

Qingfeng Zi and his companions landed on Qingyun Pines, their expressions calm as they awaited the start of the decisive battle.

"Qingfeng Zi, aren’t we a little early?"

Tingyu yawned, looking as if he hadn’t fully awakened.

He was also looking forward to this great battle. In the past, he would have spent day and night watching the nuns sing and dance for amusement.

But yesterday, he rested early.

The reason for his early rest wasn’t because he suddenly realized he needed to work harder.

It was because the nuns from Qingyun Sect had gone to Qiankun Mountain, leaving no beauties to sing and dance for him.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Zi shook his head and sighed, thinking to himself that it was unfortunate for Qingyun Sect to have such a Sect Master.

"Sect Master, why don’t you go take a look around?"

Upon hearing this, Tingyu turned and looked around, observing the majestic Qiankun Mountain and the peaks like sharp swords reaching into the sky.

Standing on Qingyun Pines, ready to watch the battle, the cultivators felt a surge of blood and their ambition reignited at that moment.

Yes, this was where a real man should be. Being intoxicated with song and dance every day was no way to be a hero. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Suddenly, he felt a wave of guilt in his heart.

"Heh, I’ve really wasted so many years of my youth."

Tingyu pulled a long strand from his hair, finding silver among them.

Time had flown by in the blink of an eye.

I, Tingyu, have grown old.

At his stage, he could live up to three thousand years, and Qing Yu had already lived for two thousand years.

A wave of aging hit him head-on.

Thinking about his position as Sect Master of Qingyun Sect, he let out a long sigh.

What have I done in this thousand years?

How did I become like this?

Tingyu fell into endless contemplation.

He looked up at the sky, where familiar figures appeared in the black clouds.

There was the old Sect Master who trusted him.

There was the girl, Xue Feiran, who valued him greatly.

There was the master who was once proud of him.

Seeing these, the blood in his heart grew hotter and hotter.

"I have truly let down their expectations."

Tingyu let out a long sigh.

The black clouds in the western sky grew thicker, with gusts of black wind sweeping in from the west.

Meanwhile, the eastern horizon grew more golden, as if a layer of gold covered the sky.

"The great battle is about to begin, yet the Sect Master hasn’t returned."

On one Qingyun Pine, Dongfang Qing cautiously watched the sky.

In his view, this battle wasn’t simple; it might be hiding countless plots, so he kept observing the surrounding situation.

His blue robe fluttered in the wind.

"Our Devil Sect will surely win."

On the western Qingyun Pine stood a young man about eight feet tall.

The youth had long snow-white hair, with a black ring on his finger, his fingers long and his face like jade.

"Heh, Little Demon King, Yu Huatian, you’ve come too."

A voice with a ghostly note came from behind.

Yu Huatian turned around to see a Xifang Sheng dressed in red.

Xifang Sheng wore a red robe, covered in countless roses, with lips a vivid red, and a startling orchid blooming at his brow.

With fingers in an orchid gesture, his demeanor was exceedingly delicate.

Yu Huatian looked at Xifang Sheng, his expression calm.

"Xifang Sheng, what have you and the Silver Noble been up to in Blackwater Cave all these years? You look neither male nor female now."

Yu Huatian was quite surprised.

Five hundred years ago, Xifang Sheng was every inch a man.

Yet now, he looked almost like a woman.

Xifang Sheng, with his orchid fingers, swayed his waist and said.

"I’ve always wanted to be a woman, Yu Huatian. Tell me, will our Path of Demons win this time? It’s rumored you have magic, with the ability to foresee the future."

Xifang Sheng inquired with a ghostly tone.

Upon hearing this, Yu Huatian raised his right hand, and a black disc appeared in the air.

He then channeled Spiritual Energy to spin the disc, placing his fingers at a certain spot on it.

The disc quickly stopped.

"For this battle, our Devil Sect is sure to win."

Yu Huatian said with a calm expression.

Xifang Sheng nodded in satisfaction, sitting on a branch, taking out a needle to weave a cloak.

"If Tianyin wins, I will definitely reward her with a cloak."

Xifang Sheng murmured to himself.

At the same time, a sword light flew in from the east.

The sword light landed on a huge Qingyun Pine, belonging to someone masked, with flowing hair, exuding an arrogant demeanor, and holding a Xuanyuan Sword.

"This person is interesting; must be the reputed Sword Immortal."

Xifang Sheng paused his needlework, gazing distantly at the Sword Immortal and murmured.

In the past few hundred years, the Sword Immortal’s fame had spread far and wide, even gaining notoriety in the Path of Demons.

Yu Huatian watched the Sword Immortal’s back and spoke.

"Xifang Sheng, can you defeat that person?"

Xifang Sheng looked at his fingers and said:

"I’m about eighty percent confident of defeating him."

Xifang Sheng pondered for a moment; now that her Flower-Threaded Leaf-Walking Needle was refined to perfection.

If she fought a great battle with the Sword Immortal, the Sword Immortal might not necessarily win.

But at that moment, there was no longer any fighting spirit in her eyes, she only wanted to quietly be a beautiful woman.

The black clouds in the west grew denser, and the wind became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, a red shadow appeared in the black cloud, its movements ghostly with incredible speed.

Upon seeing this, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the red shadow with grave expressions.