Watching the Mountain

Chapter 425: Chapter 221: Wuchen’s First Victory

When the boundless aura erupted from within the Profound Pure Sect’s gates just moments ago, piercing straight through the clouds, a flicker of hope ignited in the hearts of the disciples. They believed this power, originating from their own Sect, had to belong to a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch.

But as much as they wanted to believe it, not a single disciple dared to be certain.

During their very first lesson upon joining, they had all learned the Sect’s history. They knew its legacy stretched back to ancient times and that during its most glorious era, multiple Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch Level powerhouses had presided over it.

But that was countless ages ago. After endless eons of ups and downs, the Sect had long since lost the heritage needed to reach Divinity Transformation. No one knew how long it had been since a powerhouse of the Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch Realm had last appeared.

Thus, even though all signs indicated that the Shen Wuchen who had just appeared was very likely a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch, many disciples still couldn’t bring themselves to believe it.

They were afraid that if they allowed themselves to believe, only to find out it was a mistake, the subsequent fall would be too devastating to bear.

That is, until they heard the Vast Sea Daoist Monarch’s cry: ”How can the Profound Pure Sect have a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch?”

The moment he said this, the disciples of the Profound Pure Sect erupted.

’Wuchen True Monarch really broke through to the Divinity Transformation Stage!’ This wasn’t just their wishful thinking; it was confirmation from the enemy himself.

Confirmation from an enemy who was also a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch.

As a Divinity Transformation Realm powerhouse, the Vast Sea Daoist Monarch would never make such a mistake.

”We... we have a Divinity Transformation powerhouse.”

One disciple stared blankly at Shen Wuchen, who was walking step-by-step through the air toward the Vast Sea Daoist Monarch, and muttered the words aloud.

Then, the swirling emotions of disbelief and incredulity in his heart coalesced into a shared sense of honor and immense pride. That potent pride surged through his mind, making his blood boil and his entire body feel as if it were on fire.

He pumped his fist and roared:

”We have a Divinity Transformation powerhouse!”

It was as if a fish had leaped over the dragon gate, finding a boundless sea and an endless sky. This moment was the perfect picture of that.

”We have a Divinity Transformation powerhouse!”

Countless other disciples joined the chorus.

They knew the enemy was still right before them, that a great battle was unavoidable, and that this was hardly the appropriate time to be cheering at the top of their lungs.

But no one cared.

They simply had to cheer, to wantonly unleash the joy in their hearts.

No one could possibly know the depths of their despair just moments before. The Overseas Archipelago had launched a full-scale invasion, the Black Cliff Mountain Range defense line had fallen, their Sect Leader had returned with a defeated army, and to top it all off, a Divinity Transformation powerhouse had come knocking at their door.

Everything, absolutely everything, seemed to signal that the Sect was on its last legs.

Before Shen Wuchen appeared, many had already resigned themselves to death.

The Vast Sea Daoist Monarch had ordered them to clear the area, seemingly with no intention of attacking them directly.

But few truly believed he would spare them. They had already mentally prepared themselves for this to be the last day of their lives.

And then, at that very moment of utter despair, Wuchen Daoist Monarch appeared.

He was like a blazing sun streaking across the sky, instantly banishing the despair that had coiled around everyone’s hearts.

At a time like this, how could they not cheer with wild abandon?

Many of them were well aware that Wuchen Daoist Monarch walked the path of the Flying Immortal Stream.

Since his debut, he had never once won a fight against an opponent of the same Realm—with the sole exception of a fellow Sect disciple who, after witnessing him lose five hundred consecutive matches, had thrown a fight out of fear that Wuchen would develop a Heart Demon.

’Judging by the combat prowess he’s shown so far, this time will be no different. Wuchen Daoist Monarch is no match for that Vast Sea Daoist Monarch.’

However, very few of them cared.

Things couldn’t possibly get any worse than they had been.

No matter what, with the appearance of Shen Wuchen, a Divinity Transformation cultivator, the two sides were at least on equal footing in terms of Realm.

That alone was their greatest comfort.

No matter how weak Shen Wuchen’s actual combat ability was, he could at least put up a fight against the Vast Sea Daoist Monarch. It was a far cry from before, when they were utterly helpless, left with nothing but despair.

The cheers of the Profound Pure Sect disciples did not last long. After just a moment, one disciple, his expression fervent, raised his arm and cried out:

”Let’s go help Wuchen Daoist Monarch! Even if we have to use our lives to buy him a fleeting opportunity, it’s worth it! We’re all going to die anyway!”

”My thoughts exactly! We’re dead either way. If we can help Wuchen Daoist Monarch severely wound the enemy, it’ll all be worth it!”

”Fellow disciples, I’ll go first! Everyone, follow me!”

One fearless cry after another echoed from every corner of the Sect. The disciples of the Profound Pure Sect had no time for second thoughts.

All they knew was that the enemy was at their gates and that they would surely die. They believed Wuchen Daoist Monarch was no match for an opponent of the same Realm. Since that was the case, they would use what little power they had to harass the enemy, creating an opening for their Daoist Monarch. If they could help him inflict a serious wound, they would die content.

One figure after another shot into the air, hurtling toward the area outside the Sect gates.

However, at that very moment, Shen Wuchen, who was still in the air, noticed what was happening.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he flicked his sleeve.

With that simple motion, a gentle breeze carrying an entangling force halted everyone in their tracks.

He glanced back slightly, his expression aloof as he spoke softly to the crowd, ”I alone am enough.”

His voice was not loud, yet it landed clearly in the heart of every single person.

Hearing his voice, the disciples of the Profound Pure Sect froze. Many stared, wide-eyed, at the figure in the sky, whose white robes were whiter than snow.