Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 313 - 312 Distortions and Conditions

"You know about the Heavenly Demon’s attack on East Flower City some time ago, right? Now the Heavenly Demons have changed their usual strategy, and they’ve started to accept the surrender of humans.

The situation has become unprecedentedly dire. If we don’t fight back with all our strength, what awaits us is a slow death."

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"And what Uncle Wuse said about things going to extremes and then reversing is exactly this. Talents emerge, which is the explosive response of the human race at the brink of crisis, and it is also the lifeline left by Heavenly Dao. This lifeline has been manifested in your generation of cultivators."

"Therefore, we also plan to follow Heavenly Dao and fight to the death. In this next competition among the Four Great Daoist Schools, we’ve made an agreement with the other Dao Schools to allocate our accumulated resources based on performance, to fully nurture your generation."

"This may be our last chance to fight."

Kong Chan’s expression grew solemn, "I understand."

"This is a fight for life or death for all of humanity. You’ll either be the generation that creates the future and saves the human race, or you will be... the last generation of human strongholds."

"Kong Chan, prove yourself in this upcoming competition among the Four Great Daoist Schools. Tell the people from the other three Dao Schools, let them know that you are the person most likely to save humanity, you deserve to be fully nurtured by the Four Great Daoist Schools."

Kong Chan’s face became unprecedentedly serious, his eyes gleaming with golden light, and his chest surged with boundless pride and passion.

...

West Mountain City, Hidden Sword Peak.

This was a mountain formed by countless sharp swords stacked and buried on top of one another.

At this moment, all the swords in the mountain were trembling slightly, as if excited, and yet also terrified.

At the peak of Sword Mountain, a young man was sitting cross-legged, one hand propping up his chin, the other holding a bare, pitch-black long sword.

His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the long sword, as if the secrets of the entire world lay within it.

Accompanied by the sound of the wind, a figure appeared behind the young man at some unknown time.

It was a white-haired, white-bearded elder with eyes as sharp as a sword.

The elder hovered in mid-air and said to the young man on Sword Mountain, "Jian Hui, you are going to represent West Mountain City at the Four Great Taoist Schools competition in two weeks."

The young man known as Jian Hui did not move, still looking at the long sword in his hand like a statue, unresponsive to the elder’s words.

The elder’s Primordial Spirit moved slightly, pulling the long sword out of the other’s hand and repeated what he’d just said.

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Only then did Jian Hui snap out of it, looking at the elder: "The competition among the Four Great Daoist Schools? Not interested. I want to practice swordsmanship."

The elder sighed, saying, "Even if you want to practice swordsmanship, you can’t just keep to yourself forever. There will be many swordsmanship experts in this competition, and fighting against them will certainly be of great benefit to your swordsmanship."

"Not interested."

The elder suddenly smiled, "I heard that recently, a freshman in East Flower City has learned the Tianhe Star Explosion."

Upon hearing this, Jian Hui, who had been indifferent and seemed uninterested in anything, suddenly raised his head: "The Tianhe Star Explosion? Someone has learned the Tianhe Star Explosion?"

"They might not have fully mastered it yet, but they have indeed learned all the preceding ten levels of Twilight Taoist Skill," said the elder. "How about it? Want to meet them?"

"Learned all the preceding ten levels of Twilight Taoist Skill?" Jian Hui lowered his head again, "It’s still a bit lacking, but they’re qualified enough for me to take a look."

The elder smiled softly and continued to entice gently, "Then in a few days, go with your classmates to Beihai City to participate in this competition among the Four Great Daoist Schools. Jian Hui, this competition is no small matter. I’ve made an arrangement with someone else, if you can take the title of strongest, then the Tianhe Star Explosion of East Flower City, the Evil Extreme Burial Heart Sword of South Mountain City, will both be open to you."

Upon hearing this, Jian Hui’s gaze suddenly brightened, as if countless swords were condensing and rising within it: "I understand. First place is mine. Is there anything else?"

Regarding Jian Hui’s direct manner of speaking, the elder was not bothered, for he knew this was the other’s habit. In the other’s heart, except for the sword, there was room for nothing else—not even the slightest bit of energy for other matters.

The elder couldn’t help but sigh at the thought of the other’s birth, a wave of emotion rising in his heart.

The youth named Jian Hui before him was an orphan, his father had perished on the battlefield, and his mother had died from a mutation.

Orphans were common in that era, with constant wars and a high-pressure social environment producing a large number of orphans every year.

But Jian Hui’s birth was different from that of all other orphans.

The elder’s mind once again conjured up the image of the other’s mother, a woman as white as snow, who was also the elder’s last disciple.

...

Fifteen years ago, in a maternity ward in West Mountain City.

Accompanied by the sound of a baby’s cries, a child was lifted by the doctor.

"It’s a boy," announced the doctor.

The woman on the bed looked weakly at the child being lifted, her face showing a sense of relief.

But as she allowed herself this moment of mental respite, a wild Primordial Spirit power immediately surged out from her sea of consciousness. With her body convulsing violently, countless arms grew from her shoulders, chest, belly, back, legs, feet, and arms.

"Mutated... She’s mutated!"

"Quick, call the guards in!"

The doctors fled in panic with the child, while the woman shed tears as she watched them depart.

When the elder entered the maternity ward, he saw a twisted, deformed monster.

"Nianxue... you’ve suffered enough; rest well from now on," the elder lamented, and his flying sword sang as it mercilessly slashed down at her.

Jian Hui’s mother, Zhang Nianxue, had slipped toward the dark abyss of her mind and inevitably began transforming into a mutation upon receiving the news of her husband’s death in combat.

But at that time, she was already pregnant for three months.

So to protect the child within her, she clenched her teeth against the darkness in her spirit, fighting hard against the mutation in her body.

Finally, she gave birth to Jian Hui healthy and sound.

But after giving birth to Jian Hui, she could no longer withstand the increasingly mad whispers from the depths of her heart, and she completely fell into mutation.

After Jian Hui’s birth, he was closely monitored and observed to prevent any kind of mutational reaction in him.

Worried about his potential danger, Jian Hui spent most of his time alone until the age of twelve. There were no children of his age around him, the only companion he had was the sword.

...

In the special training hall of the Dao School of East Hua.

Meng Ruocun and Ying Hui walked in together, looking at the somewhat familiar field but shook their heads, "The conditions here in East Hua are just too far behind Central City’s. When I was in Central City, the entire ground of the teaching area was laid with Earth Fiend, Primordial Magnet, and Star Dou runes. Whether walking or resting, every moment had the effect of training."

Ying Hui smiled helplessly, "The resources of the Heavenly Court, of course, cannot be compared to just East Hua City. What do you think, do you want to meet the other students?"

"Let’s not," Meng Ruocun pondered for a moment, then said, "Actually... I’ve already agreed to the conditions of the Immortal Ming Yue, and I will pursue my studies on Wanxian Island in Central City. I won’t participate in the competition among the Four Great Taoist Schools this time. The conditions at the Dao School are, after all, somewhat lacking; Wanxian Island is more suitable for my development."

"However, in this competition among the Four Schools, Immortal Ming Yue will be one of the chief judges. I’ll still go with him, and if there’s anything the school needs help with, you can tell me."