This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 694 - 24 Mingyue Emerges from Heavenly Mountain_3
He did not turn people away from thousands of miles, but he only engaged in the most superficial pleasantries without revealing too much about himself, appearing very low-profile.
Actually, either his identity as a disciple of the Sword Sect or as the chief disciple of Xia Daoyun would have allowed him to enter Yumen Pass without waiting here.
But he did not do so.
Because he was well aware that there were plenty of Demon Race powerhouses who wanted to kill him. To avoid putting himself in danger, it was best not to expose his identity for the sake of some conveniences and privileges.
If Lu Qingshan’s identity was exposed, given the number of eyes and ears inside Yumen Pass, the moment he entered the battlefront between the two worlds, the danger might increase tenfold or a hundredfold.
He was not afraid of life and death battles, but that did not mean he was reckless with his life.
....
After waiting for half a day, the man in standard Taoist Armor appeared again, accompanied by an elderly man with white hair and beard, exuding a distinguished aura.
The elder’s gaze swept across the thousand cultivators on the plaza, and then he spoke in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, you’ve all voluntarily come to Heavenly Mountain, ready to fight against the Demon Race.
For twenty thousand years, cultivators full of enthusiasm like you have been coming to Heavenly Mountain, to Yumen Pass, and then entering the battlefield between the two worlds.
That battlefield is like a behemoth, accepting all comers, swallowing countless cultivators of our Human Race, many of whom disappear without a trace, their remains buried in some corner of the battlefield.
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As the saying goes, once gone to the battlefield, none return.
Some consider it a worthy sacrifice, while others disdain it and even mock the Human Cultivators who perished on the battlefield, causing us deep sorrow.
After the heat of passion fades, you may feel regret or that it wasn’t worth it—all of which is understandable.
Before that, I’d like to offer you these words.
The ground we stand on now is the lifeline of the Eastern Domain, our homeland.
As we fare, so fares the future of the Human Race; if we have light, the Human Race shall not be dark.
What we strive for is the light of the Human Race, as well as our sunshine!"
After speaking, the elder seemed not to want the atmosphere to become too grim, so he did not give the cultivators too much time to reflect and immediately activated the array.
Then, the Taoist Patterns on the plaza’s ground lit up like a fuse at one end, rapidly spreading.
In just a moment, the vast plaza was bathed in brilliant light.
Right after, Lu Qingshan could clearly feel a great will approaching his body, which made him instinctively tense up.
However, this powerful will was very gentle, like a spring breeze or a dragonfly skimming the water, it passed over his body and then vanished.
This meant that he had now obtained the identity verification of the Long Wind Formation.
"The battlefield you are about to enter is the most bloody and cruel," the elder said after everything had concluded, his voice unconsciously becoming hoarse and heavy, "but it is also the most honorable battlefield."
Without any grandiose, brainwashing rhetoric, the elder spoke very calmly, but the cultivators present felt as if something had been added to the bottom of their hearts.
Something heavy.
The next instant, a gigantic Spiritual Light soared into the sky, enveloping the entire plaza and obscuring the view within.
The Spiritual Light quickly faded, and along with it, the thousand cultivators vanished.
"Gentlemen," the elder gazed at the now-empty plaza, murmuring softly, "return triumphant..."
