Cultivation God's Blood

The Attack on the Crescent Sect

The morning sky above Crescent Mountain was stained with the color of blood, a clear ominous sign. Xie Long and his Dark Sect forces had arrived, ready to destroy the Crescent Sect and seize the Divine Blood. The magnificent sect gates, once a symbol of protection, now trembled violently under the ferocious assault of the evil cultivators.

"Destroy them! Leave none alive!" roared Xie Long, his voice echoing throughout the mountain, striking fear into the hearts of the Crescent Sect disciples.

The Dark Elders, with their glowing red eyes and thick, evil aura, stormed the sect gates. Their attack was like a destructive storm, smashing against the sect's defenses with terrifying force. The Crescent Sect disciples, despite their fear, stood firm, ready to protect their home.

"We won't let them take the Divine Blood!" shouted Ren Tian, his eyes glowing red with the power of the Divine Blood. He leaped forward, blasting the Dark Elders with powerful energy attacks, trying to hold back their advance.

Lin Yue, with her sword in hand, moved like lightning, slashing and parrying the enemy's attacks. "Protect the injured disciples! Don't let them near the main hall!" she shouted, her voice sharp and firm.

The battle was fierce and chaotic. War cries, the clang of weapons, and the roar of magic filled the air. The Crescent Sect disciples fought with incredible bravery, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. The Dark Elders, with their evil power, tore through the sect's defenses, causing chaos and destruction.

Master Shen, with a pale face and worried eyes, observed the battle from behind. "We can't defeat them here," he muttered, his voice trembling. "They are too strong. We must retreat and prepare our defenses in the main hall."

"But Master, our disciples are injured! We can't leave them!" protested Lin Yue, her eyes filled with worry.

"We have no choice, Lin Yue," replied Master Shen, his voice heavy. "If we don't retreat now, we will lose everything."

Master Shen ordered the disciples to retreat to the main hall, their last sanctuary. Ren Tian and Lin Yue, with heavy hearts, followed Master Shen's orders, protecting the injured disciples as they retreated.

The main hall, with its magnificent pillars and statues of gods, now became a battlefield. The Crescent Sect disciples, wounded and exhausted, stood firm behind barricades, ready to face the next wave of attacks.

Xie Long, with a wicked grin on his face, led his forces into the main hall. "You think you can hide here?" he mocked, his voice echoing throughout the hall. "You have nowhere to run!"

The battle in the main hall was fiercer and more brutal than before. Ren Tian, with the power of the Divine Blood surging within him, fought like a wounded lion, slashing and kicking the Dark Elders with deadly attacks. Lin Yue, with her sword in hand, danced among the enemies, slashing and stabbing with deadly precision.

However, the Dark Elders kept coming, like an unstoppable tide. They used their evil magic, summoning dark creatures and unleashing destructive energy attacks. The Crescent Sect disciples, despite their bravery, began to be overwhelmed.

"We can't hold on much longer," said Ren Tian, gasping for breath, his eyes glowing red. "We have to find a way to stop Xie Long."

"But how?" asked Lin Yue, her face filled with worry. "He's too powerful."

Suddenly, Master Shen, with eyes that glowed with determination, stepped forward. "I have a plan," he said, his voice calm yet firm. "But it is very dangerous."

"What is the plan, Master?" asked Ren Tian, his eyes filled with hope.

"We will use an ancient formation to lock Xie Long," replied Master Shen. "The formation is very powerful, but it also requires a sacrifice."

"A sacrifice?" asked Lin Yue, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes," replied Master Shen. "Someone must become the core of the formation, to control it. That person will lose their life."

Ren Tian and Lin Yue fell silent, shocked by the required sacrifice. They knew they had no other choice. They had to stop Xie Long, no matter the cost.

"Who will be the core of the formation?" asked Ren Tian, his voice trembling. He knew this sacrifice would determine the fate of the sect and the world.

Master Shen looked at Ren Tian with eyes full of affection. "You, Ren Tian," he replied, his voice soft yet firm. "You are the only one with the power to control the formation."

Ren Tian fell silent, shocked by the request. He knew this was a daunting task, but he also knew he had no other choice. He had to sacrifice himself to stop Xie Long.

"I will do it, Master," said Ren Tian, his voice filled with determination. "I will sacrifice myself to protect this sect."

Lin Yue looked at Ren Tian with tear-filled eyes. "No, Ren Tian," she said, her voice trembling. "I won't let you do this."

"I must, Lin Yue," replied Ren Tian, giving a slight smile. "This is my destiny."

Master Shen nodded, and he began to prepare the ancient formation. The Crescent Sect disciples, with heavy hearts, helped Master Shen prepare the formation. They knew this was their final battle, and they were ready to fight until the end.

Meanwhile, Xie Long and the Dark Elders continued to attack the main hall. They destroyed the barricades and killed the remaining disciples. They were getting closer to Ren Tian, and they were thirsty for the Divine Blood.

"Finally, we will obtain the Divine Blood," said Xie Long, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "With that power, we will rule the world."

Ren Tian, with his eyes glowing red, stepped forward. "You will not get it, Xie Long," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I will stop you."

The final battle began. Ren Tian, with the power of the Divine Blood surging within him, fought like a god of war, slashing and kicking the Dark Elders with deadly attacks. Lin Yue, with her sword in hand, danced among the enemies, slashing and stabbing with deadly precision.

However, Xie Long was too powerful. He used his evil magic, summoning dark creatures and unleashing destructive energy attacks. Ren Tian and Lin Yue were badly injured, and they were about to lose.

At that moment, Master Shen finished preparing the ancient formation. He called out to Ren Tian, and Ren Tian leaped into the center of the formation.

"I'm ready, Master," said Ren Tian, his voice calm.

Master Shen nodded, and he activated the ancient formation. The formation glowed with golden light, and powerful energy flowed through Ren Tian.

"What are you doing?" roared Xie Long, his eyes widening in shock.

"I'm locking you, Xie Long," replied Ren Tian, his voice filled with determination. "You will never escape."

The ancient formation began to shrink, surrounding Xie Long and the Dark Elders. They screamed in pain, and their bodies began to disintegrate.

"No!" roared Xie Long, his voice filled with rage. "I won't let you do this!"

Xie Long tried to break free from the formation, but the formation was too strong. He and the Dark Elders were crushed into dust, and their evil energy disappeared.

The ancient formation also destroyed Ren Tian. His body disintegrated into dust, and the Divine Blood disappeared with him.

The main hall fell silent. The Crescent Sect disciples, with tears in their eyes, mourned the loss of Ren Tian. They knew he had sacrificed himself to save them and the world.

Lin Yue, with a broken heart, stared at the spot where Ren Tian had disappeared. She knew she had lost the person she loved most.

A chilling silence enveloped the main hall of the Crescent Sect. Dust and rubble were silent witnesses to the fierce battle that had just taken place. The remaining disciples, with pale faces and tear-filled eyes, stared at the spot where Ren Tian and Xie Long had disappeared. The loss felt so heavy, like a dark cloud hanging over them.

Lin Yue, with tears streaming down her cheeks, knelt at the spot where Ren Tian had last stood. Her heart was shattered into pieces, an immeasurable sense of loss engulfing her. She had lost her best friend, the person she loved, the hero who had sacrificed everything.

Master Shen, with a face full of sorrow, approached Lin Yue. "He made a noble sacrifice, Lin Yue," he said, his voice trembling. "We will always remember his bravery."

Lin Yue didn't answer. She just stared at the dust in her hand, as if she could see Ren Tian's shadow there.

The other disciples began to clean up the rubble and tend to the wounded. Despite their grief, they knew they had to move forward. They had to rebuild their sect, and they had to protect the world from any remaining threats.

A few days later, a funeral for Ren Tian was held in the sect's courtyard. The Crescent Sect disciples, from young to old, gathered to pay their last respects. They lit incense, burned prayer papers, and chanted sacred mantras.

Lin Yue, with a stoic face, stood in front of the altar. She gave a farewell speech, remembering Ren Tian's bravery and kindness. "He was a true hero," she said, her voice trembling, "and he will always live in our hearts."

After the funeral, Lin Yue decided to leave the Crescent Sect. She knew she couldn't stay there anymore, in a place where Ren Tian's memories were so strong. She wanted to travel the world, to find a way to honor his sacrifice.

"I will find a way to make his sacrifice mean something," she said to Master Shen before she left. "I will make sure the world never forgets Ren Tian."

Master Shen nodded, and he gave Lin Yue a jade pendant carved with Ren Tian's name. "Take this," he said. "It will protect you on your journey."

Lin Yue took the pendant, and she bowed respectfully to Master Shen. "Thank you, Master," she said. "I will return one day."

Lin Yue began her journey, carrying Ren Tian's memories with her. She visited destroyed cities, helped those who were suffering, and spread the story of the hero who had sacrificed everything to save the world.

Meanwhile, at the Crescent Sect, Master Shen and the other disciples began to rebuild their sect. They rebuilt the destroyed buildings, replanted the burned gardens, and trained new disciples.

They also built a temple to honor Ren Tian, where people from all over the world came to pray and pay their respects. The story of the hero who sacrificed himself to save the world spread far and wide, and Ren Tian became a legend.

Even though Ren Tian was gone, his spirit lived on. His sacrifice had changed the world, and he would always be remembered as a true hero.