Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Quickly, the news about the secret realm spread throughout the Zizhu prefecture like the widespread of fire. Those who didn't come to Baiyun city were full of regret.

Due to their skepticism, they missed such a golden chance. Even though it had been close to a thousand years since a secret realm appeared in the Zizhu prefecture.

There were still ancient records that told how miraculous a spirit realm was.

Spirit Realms were always filled with many rare resources, and those fortunate might encounter an inheritance of an ancient expert.

With the Hidden Dragon around the corner, many young people that didn't make the cut were dejected.

This was their golden opportunity, but they missed it.

Tens of thousands of people gathered in the Purple Mist Mountain Range with various conflicting expressions on their faces. Many clan masters rushed down to the mountain range.

After a day, the population of the Purple Mist Mountain Range was over a hundred thousand, filled with both old and young.

With the allure that the Spirit Realm brings, many clan masters gathered together, discussing in hushed voices.

Shortly, three old men dressed in expensive silk robes walked out of the crowd. Their leader was a clan master whose clan ranked 5th in the prefecture.

"Your honor," he began with a deep voice, gathering the attention of everyone.

Zimo and Biyu turned to him with no expression on their faces as they waited for him to continue.

"We can't question your decision…but… We saw those that didn't participate in the death run and were allowed to enter the secret realm." He waited to see if there were any changes in their expression but found none and let out a deep sigh of relief.

He knew he was playing with fire, but he didn't want to let go of the chance to fight for his clan's future.

"So…" Zimo asked, his voice expressionless and no one could tell whether he was furious or not.

Taking a deep breath, another clan master stepped forward. "We hope we could give our clan another chance."

Hearing this, the multitude of people sucked in a cold breath and looked at Zimo and Biyu with expectation flashing on their faces.

However, what came next was deafening silence. Zimo and Biyu didn't utter a word and only glared at the three men that stood out.

The hundreds of thousands of people held their breath and rolled their eyes. The atmosphere was tense and suffocating.

Standing on top of one of the mountains, Patriarch Jun looked at the scene below with various thoughts flashing on his face. 'I hope these fools won't start another massacre.'

On another mountain, Matriarch Jiang had a slight disdain on her face looking at the three old men biting more than they could chew. 'These fools are yet to realize the power they are facing.'

When everyone thought Biyu and Zimo wouldn't respond to them, Biyu's face expression twisted into disdain. Discover exclusive content at m,v l'e|m-p y r

"Who…are…you?" Her cold, chilling voice sent shivers down their spine.

Stunned!

The three old men froze, not expecting such an arrogant response from Biyu. Before they recovered from their shock, they heard her voice once again.

"Do you want to die?"

Gulp!

Everyone sucked in a cold breath and took a couple of steps back from the three old men. She might be an ordinary Foundation Building realm stage 2 expert, but her exploits in the act of killing were known far and wide.

"I-I-I…" Their leader opened his mouth, but the words failed to come out. He had thought of many various responses he could get from Zimo and Biyu, but this was not one of them.

Now, they were thrown between a hard place and a rock. What should they do?

Should they retreat and lower their head in submission? Rather, should they continue on the path that might lead to their death?

The three men looked at each other and saw the beads of sweat on each other's faces. Even though they tried to hide their panic and nervousness, that didn't stop their lips from trembling.

When everyone expected the merciless Biyu to attack, her voice softened, and she said. "I guess it's your lucky day. The Sect Master has chosen to give you a second chance, but it won't be free."

What!

Her sudden change in countenance stunned everyone. What just happened?! The three clan masters were already prepared to fight till death, but they never expected they wouldn't lose their heads today.

"Er…Er…Thank you, your honor." Their leader said before turning to the crowd and shouted. "Won't you thank the Sect Master for benevolence?"

Instantly, the stunned crowd woke up from their stupor and shouted. "Sect Master, thank you."

Biyu didn't have any change in her expression and raised her hand. At once, the bubbling excited crowd held their cheers with faces burning with anticipation.

"To get the chance to enter the secret, the Sect Master needs something important from you. If any of you know or hear anything about the Ancient clans, all your younger generation will be allowed inside the secret realm immediately."

Hmm!

The crowd was confused, and their excitement died down immediately.

What are the Ancient clans?

What are they?

Is there an Ancient clan?

To most people, this was the first time they've heard there was an ancient clan. The three men leading the charge looked at each other and shook their heads.

"You don't need to know everything about the Ancient clans. If you read them from ancient scrolls or found strange places that might lead us there," Biyu added.

However, none of the people had ever heard of the Ancient clans. The leader among the three old men spoke once again. "Your honor, is there anything else we could do?"

"There is only one thing left for you to do." It was Zimo that responded this time around.

"Please tell us…"

"Join the Celestial Heavenly Sect Army."

Join an Army!

For a couple of seconds, no one spoke as they were thrown into a whirlpool of confusion.

Why would they want them to join their army?

Are they preparing for war?

With who?

Perhaps, they are trying to take over the empire?

Various absurd thoughts flashed through the minds of the crowd, but no one spoke. Their eyes fixed on the three old men. Since they decided to spearhead this discussion, they would let them handle it.

"What is your decision?" Zimo asked impatiently.

"Can we voluntarily join the army and not wait for our clans?" A young man in close to his thirties shouted from among the crowd.

Zimo turned his attention to the young man and waved to him. "Please come."

The young man, filled with confidence, strode forward without any ounce of fear on his face.

He was from a small village near the Xuefeng town and heard how powerful the Celestial Heavenly store was.

When he heard about the death race, he didn't think twice and joined the race. Unfortunately, he couldn't make it.

Standing a couple of feet from Zimo, his confident demeanor flustered a bit. It was then he realized the pressure that comes from Zimo and Biyu.

He swallowed the lumps in his throat and said. "Y-Your honor…"

"Are you ready to join the army?" Zimo asked.

"Yes…" He responded without thinking twice.

"Take!"

Whoosh!

A small metallic badge flew out of Zimo's hand, and the man caught it with ease. "Now, you're part of the army till death."

He looked at the small metallic badge in his hand and nodded confidently.

"You know the way. Be careful; I want to see you in training."

"I will." He responded with a bright smile on his face and quickly rushed to the highest mountain covered in purple mist.

He never expected he would easily be accepted into the army, and the warm welcome from Zimo gave a reassuring belief that he made the right decision.

With the first person accepted, a deafening silence lingered in the air before three young people strode out.

"We would love to join the army."

Like a chain reaction, the loose cultivators trooped in, signing up for the army. They had little to care about the world.

They had no backing, and an army with such a powerful sect was the best possible power they could ever ask for.

With the loose cultivators joining the army, the clans were facing a difficult decision.

Should they join the army with their ambition unknown or risk losing such a golden opportunity?

At first, it was the weaker clans that joined the army. Slowly the tide began to change as many powerful clans allowed their younger generation to join the army.

With more people entering the secret realm, they knew if they delay any longer, their younger generation would lose the best opportunity.

After six hours, half of the crowd had chosen to join the army while the rest left dejectedly.

The allure of the secret realm was good, but the danger of creating an army was greater.

The three old men that led the discussion looked at each other and also left with sadness etched on their faces.

They knew their clans had just missed a golden opportunity, but they didn't regret it. Or so they thought.

Creating such a massive army would get the attention of the Prefecture Lord, and if the prefecture didn't make any moves. They knew it won't escape the eyes of the state governor.

And when the state governor heard about it. There was only one thing waiting for those that join the army in the act of treason.

Death.

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[AN: Sorry about the late upload. I'm having my wedding function, that's why.]