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Three Thousand Mountains, Tianque Gate.

Mo Beipo, the sect leader of Tianque Gate, stood by the bedside with a sorrowful face.

Lying on the bed was the third generation grand master of the Tianque Gate, Tianhe Shangren.

Since the battle years ago, Tianhe Shangren’s cultivation base had completely dissipated, and he was unable to cultivate once more.

Even though Lu Xun managed to save his life with a green pearl, he had only but a few years of lifespan left.

Now, he was at his end.

Over these years, Tianhe Shangren had developed a liking for sunbathing.

He loved to rise early, watching disciples train in the rising sun, feeling the youthful spirit of the new generation, seemingly able to dispel the gloominess that hung over him.

In the short span of a few years, the Tianque Gate’s development was impressive.

Among the new disciples, many were promising. With the backing of the Demon Sect, everything seemed to be getting better. And it seemed that as long as they all worked together, they could restore their former glory.

For this reason, although Tianhe Shangren was now lying weakly on his sickbed, the corners of his mouth bore a childlike smile.

He looked at Mo Beipo’s sorrowful face and after a light cough, he said, “Don’t look at me with such an expression…cough, cough. When I join our predecessors, I can proudly tell them that the Tianque Gate they handed over to me is slowly getting better.”

“Grandmaster…” Mo Beipo wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Tianhe Shangren.

The silver-haired old man, who was on the brink of death, always bore a smile on his face, his eyes full of hope for the future. He looked at Mo Beipo and said,

“Beipo…cough, cough…before I leave, you must promise me one thing.”

“Please instruct me, Grandmaster,” Mo Beipo responded immediately.

Tianhe Shangren coughed a few times, and even his coughs started to sound frail.

He said, “Promise me, after I am gone…cough, cough…take good care of our home.”

To cultivators, life was too long. And the so-called sect, had long been equated with ‘home’.

For Tianhe Shangren, the Tianque Gate was his home.

Mo Beipo’s eyes reddened, but he said firmly through his choked throat, “I obey your command!”

Tianhe Shangren smiled and nodded. Even though he had been looking quite listless, he seemed to rebound a little.

It is said that a man’s life would flash before his eyes before he died.

It was unknown what Tianhe Shangren was remembering, but his cloudy eyes were somewhat bright.

His life had been full of ups and downs.

The most exciting part of his life, however, was that final battle.

The least regretful part was also that final battle.

He turned to Mo Beipo and said, “Help me up.”

Mo Beipo immediately helped him up according to his instructions, supported him out of the room and towards the ancestral hall, to the tablets of the previous generation grandmasters of Tianque Gate.

As the third generation grandmaster of Tianque Gate, he knelt in front of the tablets of his teacher and grand teacher with trembling knees. He then bent over and knelt in front of the tablets.

With his forehead on the floor, his eyelids grew heavier, his eyes slowly closed, and with his last strength, he said,

“Disciple…has repaid the kindness of the sect.”

In the ancestral hall, Mo Beipo’s voice choked, loudly proclaiming, “Farewell, Grandmaster!”

His voice echoed outside the hall and throughout the entire Tianque Gate.

One after another, “Farewell Grandmaster” resounded from every corner of Tianque Gate.

Not long after, the earth began to rumble, as if an earthquake had just happened, causing the entire land to tremble.

Although Lu Xun had destroyed one of the altars in the Three Thousand Mountain Area, there were surely other altars in such a large area.

At this moment, not only was the Three Thousand Mountain Area affected, but almost the entire Heavenly Dust Continent trembled.

–Foreign beings have massively descended into the altars everywhere.

The prospering Tianque Gate was facing a catastrophe that rivaled the ancient debacle.

Although it was already dusk, for some unknown reason, the sky was void of stars and moonlight.

The darkness of the Heavenly Dust Continent’s night was especially profound, as if a dark cloth had blanketed the entire sky.

The sudden earthquake naturally caused panic.

The elders of Tianque Gate standing outside the ancestral hall looked at each other before raising their heads to look at the sky.

An eerie aura emanated from the sky, causing everyone to feel oppressed and suffocated.

In the pitch-black night, three narrow slits seemed to have been torn open.

–Those were three narrow eyes!

These three eyes loomed in the sky, as if they were overlooking the continent.

No matter from what angle one looked at them, these eyes seemed to be looking straight back.

The moment anyone made eye contact, they would feel a dizzying and suffocating sensation, as if their hearts were going to stop!

Only by avoiding eye contact, could one find relief.

A sense of dread engulfed everyone, as if the end of the world had descended!

At the border of the West State, Lu Xun sat on a paper crane, and after glancing at the three narrow eyes in the sky, he felt his spiritual energy disarrayed in an instant.

These three eyes were exerting an immense suppression, seemingly overpowering every force in this world!

Yet, within Lu Xun’s body, a power that was usually concealed, or more accurately, practically non-existent, suddenly sprang to life!

–[Primordial Power]!

This left Lu Xun feeling uneasy.

Fortunately, this phenomenon did not last long.

Behind the Demon Sect Mountain, in a small study.

A man dressed in a white robe was seated outside, holding a teacup in his right hand, his thumb and forefinger crossed like an orchid. He looked up at the three narrow eyes in the sky.

Everyone, after making eye contact with the narrow eyes, had shied away. Only the man in the white robe continued to gaze back.

He stared at them, unblinking.

Mao Nanbei and others were lowering their heads, not in the best of shapes.

Even without looking at the eyes in the sky, the suffocating and dizzying feeling persisted.

It was just that the discomfort was amplified manifold during eye contact and was much less intense when avoided.

Mao Nanbei’s cat ears drooped a little.

Lin Chan lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tightened around the corner of her dress.

Ji Li had trouble breathing, her chest rising and falling.

The man in white glanced around at everyone and placed his teacup on the table with a thud.

“Bang—!”

As the teacup hit the wooden table, a golden ripple spread out, enveloping the entire back mountain like ripples in a pond.

The discomfort disappeared in an instant, but the sky was still pitch black, the three eyes still present.

Time ticked by, and a vortex appeared in the night sky, tearing apart the three narrow eyes.

The incomprehensibly black sky seemed to dissipate in an instant, the night sky returned to its usual self, the moon hung high, stars twinkling brilliantly.

A breeze swept over the back mountain and the previous events seemed as if they never happened.

The brightness of the night sky returned to the world.

The moonlight filtering through the trees, sparse like residual snow.

The main plot line[Foreign Invasion]had officially begun at this moment.