Chapter 50 Robbing the Great Sects.

The Leviathan soared through the skies, its massive form casting shadows across the landscape as Elysia directed it towards the first of the Great Sects. The news of her previous exploits had spread like wildfire, creating an air of anticipation and trepidation in the realms below.

As Elysia and her Leviathan neared the imposing mountains that sheltered the first Great Sect, disciples patrolling the perimeter caught sight of the approaching duo. Panic spread among the cultivators as they sounded the alarm, alerting the sect to an unforeseen threat.

In the grand hall of the sect, now bereft of its former leaders, a group of Elders gathered to discuss the ominous presence detected in the spiritual currents.

Elder Zhang, a seasoned cultivator with a stern countenance, voiced his concern, "This energy is unlike anything we've encountered before. It's as if the abyss itself is knocking at our door."

Elder Li, a scholarly figure with a penchant for ancient artifacts, added, "Could it be a manifestation of the chaos that followed the destruction of the other sects?"

The atmosphere in the hall grew tense as they deliberated the impending danger. Elysia, descending from the Leviathan with an air of indifference, stood at the sect's entrance, her gaze piercing through the disciples who trembled in her presence.

"I have come to claim what belongs to me," Elysia declared, her voice resonating with an otherworldly authority.

Elder Zhang, attempting to assert authority, retorted, "You dare intrude upon the domain of one of the Great Sect? Identify yourself!"

Elysia, smirking, replied, "I am Elysia Netherthorn, the harbinger of your sect's demise."

The disciples exchanged fearful glances as Elder Li, realizing the gravity of the situation, suggested, "We must not underestimate her. Prepare the array formations and call upon the remaining forces. We will defend our sect."

The disciples hurriedly set up defensive formations, forming a barrier around the entrance. Elysia observed their futile attempts with a hint of amusement.

Elder Zhang, determined to protect the sect's remaining treasures, shouted, "Attack! Drive this intruder away!"

As the first Great Sect's disciples launched their attacks, Elysia remained unfazed. The Leviathan, responding to her unspoken command, unleashed a surge of abyssal energy that disrupted the sect's formations.

A bold disciple, wielding a sword charged with spiritual energy, lunged at Elysia, only to be effortlessly deflected by the Leviathan's tail. The sect's forces, facing an unprecedented adversary, struggled against the amalgamation of mortal and abyssal power.

Elysia, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight, advanced through the sect's defenses. The disciples, once proud and mighty, now faced the inexorable force of retribution embodied by Elysia and her Leviathan.

As the first Great Sect descended into chaos, the very foundations of its existence shook under the weight of a power that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension.

As the Leviathan's roar reverberated through the once-proud sect, disciples and elders alike found themselves compelled to kneel before Elysia and her formidable companion. The abrupt cessation of the sect's defensive arrays left an eerie silence hanging in the air.

Elysia, her expression cold and imperious, stepped forward into the heart of the sect's main square. Disciples, their eyes averted in a mixture of fear and submission, hastily gathered the Beast Cores that were scattered across the sect.

Elder Zhang, once a figure of authority, approached Elysia with a mixture of resentment and trepidation. "We will comply with your demands, Elysia Netherthorn, but understand that history will remember you as a conqueror of ruins."

Elysia, unmoved by the elder's words, responded with a derisive smirk. "History is written by the victors, Elder Zhang. Your sect's fate was sealed the moment you chose to align with darkness."

As the disciples collected the Beast Cores, murmurs of discontent and desperation circulated among them. A brave disciple, fueled by defiance, mustered the courage to question Elysia's motives. "Why are you doing this? What do you gain from pillaging the remnants of our sect?"

Elysia, turning her gaze towards the bold disciple, replied with an air of indifference, "I seek power, and these Beast Cores hold the essence of strength. Your sect's demise is but a consequence of the choices made by those who preceded you."

Meanwhile, Elder Li, silently observing the proceedings, approached Elysia with a hesitant inquiry. "If you possess the strength to command such a Leviathan, why resort to plundering sects weakened by internal strife?"

Elysia, momentarily contemplative, responded, "Power is not solely derived from strength but also from the strategic exploitation of opportunities. The chaos you sowed invited the abyss, and now you shall bear the consequences."

As the last of the Beast Cores were gathered and presented to Elysia, the once-formidable disciples found themselves stripped of their sect's legacy. Elysia, holding the accumulated Beast Cores, spoke a final decree to the subdued crowd.

"You shall disband what remains of this sect. Scatter to the winds or find new allegiances, for this once-great sect shall exist no more."

The disciples, burdened by the weight of their shattered heritage, dispersed in disarray. Elysia, accompanied by her Leviathan, departed from the desolate sect, leaving behind a realm forever altered by the vortex of power and vengeance she had unleashed.

The Leviathan, under Elysia's command, coiled its immense form as energy gathered within its maw. The air crackled with anticipation as disciples who had yet to disperse witnessed the impending cataclysm.

A brilliant beam, a convergence of ethereal energies, surged forth from the Leviathan's jaws. It cut through the air with unmatched precision, a radiant force that painted the sky in hues of destruction. The beam struck the sect's main edifice, the once-proud symbol of its strength, reducing it to smoldering ruins in an instant.

A chorus of gasps and cries erupted among the remaining disciples who witnessed the devastating spectacle. Panic and fear swept through their ranks like wildfire as the Leviathan's beam continued its relentless path, obliterating every structure, every vestige of the sect's existence.

Elder Li, who had earlier questioned Elysia's motives, now stood frozen in shock, his gaze fixed on the cataclysmic display before him. "What have you done?" he muttered in disbelief.

Elysia, watching the destruction unfold from a distance, remained stoic. "A sect that has fallen to darkness deserves no remnants. This is the price of your choices," she remarked, her voice carrying an air of detached finality.

The disciples, caught in the grip of terror, scattered in a futile attempt to evade the advancing beam. Desperation and hopelessness permeated the air as the Leviathan's radiant onslaught continued unabated.

Amid the chaos, a young disciple named Mei, with tears streaming down her face, shouted, "Is this justice? To erase everything we were?"

Elysia, unmoved by Mei's plea, responded with a cold certainty. "Justice is a luxury the fallen cannot afford. Your sect's sins have sealed its fate, and I am but the executor of consequence."

As the Leviathan's beam concluded its destructive path, a desolate silence settled over the once-thriving sect. Smoke billowed from the remnants of structures that were now reduced to charred ruins. The disciples, those who had not succumbed to the Leviathan's wrath, were left in stunned disbelief, surrounded by the echoes of their sect's demise.

Elder Li, now resigned to the bitter reality, muttered, "We brought this upon ourselves."

Elysia, her mission complete, turned away from the smoldering ruins. The Leviathan, having unleashed its devastating power, coiled back into a dormant state. The wind carried the somber aftermath of destruction as Elysia and her formidable companion moved forward, leaving behind a realm forever marked by the merciless judgment she had delivered.

In the aftermath of the Leviathan's devastating beam, the disciples of the obliterated sect wandered amid the ruins, their faces etched with disbelief and grief. The once-thriving community, reduced to ashes, left an indelible mark on their hearts.

Wei, a young disciple with aspirations of becoming a powerful cultivator, stumbled upon the charred remnants of his training grounds. His eyes widened with horror as he fell to his knees, realizing that the path he had envisioned lay in ruins. "All my efforts... all gone," he whispered, his voice choked with despair.

Amidst the smoky haze, Mei, who had earlier questioned Elysia's actions, stood motionless. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she surveyed the destruction. The memories of camaraderie, shared laughter, and the sense of belonging now lingered only in her shattered recollections.

Another disciple, Jin, clutched a singed wooden talisman in his hand—a token from his mentor. The fire that had consumed their sect had also devoured the irreplaceable artifacts and relics, leaving only the bitter taste of loss. "This was all we had left," he murmured, his voice trembling.

The elder cultivators who had once guided the disciples now faced the harsh reality of their choices. Elder Li, his once-confident demeanor shattered, struggled to find words as he surveyed the remnants of the sect he had failed to protect. The weight of responsibility bore down on his shoulders, and regret echoed in his every breath.

As the disciples processed the enormity of their devastation, whispers of blame and confusion permeated the air. Some questioned the righteousness of Elysia's judgment, while others sought solace in the fragments of their shattered faith.

In a secluded corner, a group of disciples huddled together, exchanging glances laden with uncertainty. "What do we do now?" one of them asked, voicing the collective fear that gripped their hearts.

Mei, wiping away her tears, raised her head and spoke with newfound determination. "We rebuild. Even if our sect is gone, we can forge a new path. We must not let despair consume us."

The survivors, grappling with the weight of their loss, began to pick up the remnants of their shattered lives. Amid the ruins, seeds of resilience and defiance sprouted, forging an unexpected resolve to rise from the ashes.

As the disciples gathered what little remained, the once-vibrant sect now echoed with the haunting silence of a painful rebirth.

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