Chapter 390: Hope Across the Distance

Hope Across the Distance

Others closed their eyes.

The painful memories of today’s battle resurfaced once again.

"After killing a few to establish dominance, they issued an ultimatum."

Her voice became colder.

"Decide within twelve hours to become dogs for the Obsidian Wing organization or face death."

The cruel demand echoed across the courtyard.

No one spoke.

The brutality behind those words required no further explanation.

The Obsidian Wing wasn’t seeking cooperation.

They wanted absolute submission.

Anyone who refused...

Would be erased.

Their actions were swift and overwhelming, terrifying the entire Old Martial Arts world of Valemont.

For countless smaller households and independent sects, even an early Gold Realm expert was someone they could scarcely hope to oppose.

Such individuals were usually regarded as pillars capable of protecting entire generations.

Now...

More than ten Gold Realm experts had appeared simultaneously.

The difference in strength was so overwhelming that resistance seemed almost laughable.

Compared to such terrifying power...

Most ordinary cultivators felt no different from fragile ants standing before an unstoppable tidal wave.

Many households had completely lost the courage to fight.

Others chose to delay their decision, desperately hoping someone stronger would save them before the twelve-hour deadline expired.

Fear spread throughout Valemont faster than wildfire.

No one knew where the Obsidian Wing would strike next.

Every household feared they might become the next target.

Yana’s expression softened slightly as she continued.

"After encountering this event, they first tried to contact the D’Aurelius family, hoping to find Young Master Julian for help."

Several elders quietly exchanged glances.

Julian D’Aurelius’s reputation had clearly spread throughout Valemont after his recent achievements.

Many people now instinctively associated him with impossible victories.

However...

Yana gently shook her head.

"However, they learned that Young Master Julian was not in Valemont at the moment, so they had no choice but to seek help from the Tyson Family."

The courtyard fell silent once more.

Everyone understood their reasoning.

Among the powerful forces still standing in Valemont, the Tyson Family remained one of the few capable of organizing resistance.

Unfortunately...

Even they had suffered devastating losses.

Priya slowly exhaled.

The situation had become even more serious than she had imagined during the journey.

The enemy possessed overwhelming strength.

They had carefully prepared their assault.

Most importantly...

They had struck every major force almost simultaneously, leaving very little opportunity for anyone to unite against them.

Her beautiful golden eyes narrowed slightly as countless possibilities raced through her mind.

"So many?"

Priya hadn’t expected so many top experts to appear at once.

A faint breeze stirred the corners of her elegant silver robe embroidered with golden patterns as she stood silently in the devastated courtyard of the Tyson Family estate. Around her, the wounded continued receiving treatment while broken walls, bloodstained stones, and shattered weapons served as silent reminders of the fierce battle that had taken place only hours earlier.

The intelligence Yana Tyson had just shared weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

Two peak Gold Realm experts.

More than ten middle Gold Realm experts.

A coordinated assault across the entirety of Valemont.

None of it resembled an ordinary conflict between Old Martial Arts factions.

It was an organized invasion.

This made her instantly wary of the Obsidian Wing organization. Even at its peak, Voidspring Mountain couldn’t produce so many experts at once, let alone half of that number.

The more she thought about it, the more alarming the situation became.

Voidspring Mountain had accumulated its foundation through generations of inheritance.

Countless disciples had trained for decades.

Many elders had devoted their entire lives to cultivation before reaching the Gold Realm.

Yet the Obsidian Wing had dispatched powerful experts as though they were ordinary soldiers.

How terrifying was the true strength hidden behind that mysterious organization?

Even Priya couldn’t help feeling a trace of pressure.

She had originally planned to break through to the peak Gold Realm during her closed-door cultivation.

Everything had already been prepared.

Her cultivation had reached its limit.

She believed one final opportunity would allow her to cross that last barrier.

Unfortunately...

She hadn’t succeeded.

At the most crucial moment, she found herself unable to grasp that final thread of enlightenment.

Before she could attempt another breakthrough, the emergency message from Voidspring Mountain had forced her to leave seclusion.

Now, instead of quietly pursuing cultivation, she stood amidst bloodshed and chaos.

Her heart couldn’t help but sigh.

Fate truly never followed anyone’s plans.

Then Priya suddenly realized something and asked,

"By the way, where’s Cheery?"

Among everyone she cared about, her beloved disciple naturally occupied an important place.

Although she had already sent a warning ahead, she still couldn’t fully relax until she confirmed her safety with her own eyes.

Yana Tyson smiled helplessly despite the exhaustion on her face.

"Senior Sister is fine, she’s gone to treat the wounded."

As she answered, her gaze shifted toward another courtyard.

Several disciples could be seen moving hurriedly between injured clansmen, carrying medicine and clean water.

Somewhere among them was Cheery.

Even though she possessed considerable cultivation, she had chosen to remain beside the injured instead of resting herself.

A trace of pride appeared in Priya’s beautiful golden eyes.

"That’s good."

Knowing her disciple was safe, Priya breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did the tension in her shoulders ease slightly.

At least amid today’s endless stream of bad news, there was still one reassuring piece of information.

Behind Priya, the elders of Voidspring Mountain all wore complicated expressions.

Each of them had witnessed countless storms throughout their lives.

Yet today’s events still left them shaken.

The Obsidian Wing had revealed only a fraction of its strength, yet that alone was enough to throw the entire Old Martial Arts world of Valemont into panic.

Facing such an unexpected calamity, it was hard for anyone to accept.

Several elders silently glanced toward the wounded Tyson Family disciples.

Many of those young cultivators had bright futures ahead of them.

Now some had permanently lost limbs.

Others would never cultivate again.

Some had already sacrificed their lives.

No elder could remain indifferent before such a tragedy.

Considering the opponent’s formidable strength, they all felt a sense of insecurity.

For perhaps the first time in many years...