Winter in the Qinling Mountains was very dark.
It was clearly noon, but the visibility in the mountains was never more than two or three hundred meters.
The fog was thick and the snow was white.
This small village hidden in the valley was as quiet and peaceful as ever.
Outside the solemn ancestral hall.
The huge bronze cauldron had been carefully cleaned. The accumulated snow on top of the cauldron had also been cleared away, revealing the thick and dignified aura of a bronze artifact that had been buried in snow for a long time.
The originally empty square was now filled with countless ritual tools and props.
Great Granduncle's body was nowhere to be found.
According to the tradition of the village, after setting up a cenotaph for him, he still needed to be held in the square outside the ancestral hall for seven days and seven days before the burial ceremony could be held.
The main character of this funeral was only Great Granduncle.
Third Uncle was on the verge of death, but he was lucky enough to survive.
Third Uncle would probably secretly rejoice when he woke up.
Zhao Xinghuai and Lee Ho-an hid in the house and drank to drown their sorrows.
The sweet and bitter taste entered their throats, but the two of them wanted to get drunk.
However, their cultivation was so high that even getting drunk had become an extravagant hope.
Although several days had passed, the appearance of that young man seemed to be becoming clearer in their minds.
Zhao Xinghuai and Lee Ho-an were the same age, and two years older than Qin Yongyan.
The village was not a sect, nor was it a family clan.
This was an ordinary village with a few hundred families living in it.
Of course, this village had its own special characteristics.
The Hundred Schools of Qi Men and the Six Paths of Miscellaneous Studies. Each family might have a different inheritance.
Zhao Xinghuai, Lee Ho-an, and Qin Yongyan all learned martial arts, so they had been very playful since they were young.
As the backbone of the village, Zhao Xinghuai and Lee Ho-an had always had their own pride.
Third Uncle was their role model.
Great Granduncle was their dream.
But now, everything had been shattered.
Until that day, they finally understood …
What was power?
That was absolute power, and also a power that made people despair.
Everyone was frightened. Even though the Great Granduncle, who was the most senior, the strongest, and the most respected person in the village, died on the spot, no one dared to stand out and say that they would avenge him.
The elders were silent. After Great Grand Uncle died, the seven elders didn't even dare to show their faces. They just let that man swagger away …
Old Qin was incredible.
She gave birth to a good daughter, and her daughter found a good son-in-law.
Who would have thought that after competing with Qin Yongyan for most of their lives, they would lose in this aspect?
The more Zhao Xinghuai thought about it, the more frustrated he felt. He picked up the earthen jug and drank from it.
Lee Ho-an was stunned for a moment, then he raised the earthen jar and clinked it with him.
It was still snowing outside.
After drinking this jar of wine, they had to go out and clear the snow to prevent the bronze cauldrons and magic tools in the square from being buried by the snow.
After all, it was the Great Granduncle's sacrificial offering. They couldn't be too shabby.
Both of them were Grandmasters of the Dan stage, so after drinking, they casually put on a thin layer of clothing and walked out of the door. Then they took a broom and swept the snow on the ground.
It was obviously noon, but because the fog blocked the sun, the whole sky looked very gloomy, as dreary as before a rainstorm.
The gloomy weather made people feel even more gloomy.
"Bah, this damn weather."
Zhao Xinghuai cursed bitterly as he swept the snow with a broom.
Suddenly.
He seemed to feel something, so he quickly looked up at the sky.
He saw that in the foggy sky, there suddenly appeared a faintly discernible black spot.
The black spot was getting bigger and bigger. Zhao Xinghuai couldn't help but straighten his body, looking up to see it more clearly.
"Old Li, look!"
Their eyesight was far better than ordinary people, so Lee Ho-an immediately found that very small black spot.
It seemed to be a person?
In just a breath's time.
That black shadow had already flown directly above their heads.
At this time, the two finally saw the figure clearly.
It was him!
Even if this young man turned into ashes, he would be able to recognize him at a glance!
Zhao Xinghuai was shocked.
Almost without thinking, he raised the broom and put on a defensive posture.
However, the young man flying in the sky didn't seem to see them at all.
They didn't see him do anything, but a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Oh no!"
As soon as he saw the sword, Zhao Xinghuai panicked.
But before he shouted, he saw the young man gently slashing the sword at the Ancestral Hall below.
A sword gleam with golden light shot out.
As the sword gleam flew toward the Ancestral Hall, it slowly became bigger …
At first, it looked like an ordinary long sword.
In the blink of an eye, it had become dozens of times bigger.
When it was about to reach the Ancestral Hall, the sword gleam seemed to have become a high-speed train, directly hitting the middle of the Ancestral Hall's door.
Boom!
The Ancestral Hall's door exploded with a loud bang, immediately setting off thousands of violent turbulence.
The wooden door was swept by the violent turbulence, instantly smashed into countless pieces.
However …
It wasn't over yet.
After hitting the Ancestral Hall's door, the sword gleam didn't stop.
Like a train that didn't stop, the sword gleam passed through the front yard, crushed the main hall, and only stopped when it hit the hillside behind the Ancestral Hall.
This young man's casual swing of the sword actually cut the Ancestral Hall in half!
The sword gleam disappeared.
The violent turbulence that it set off became even more violent.
Zhao Xinghuai stood in the square, holding his Dantian and crossing his arms in front of him.
The violent flying sand and gravel kept hitting his body, causing his skin and flesh to hurt.
If he continued to resist like this, he might suffer unnecessary injuries. So Zhao Xinghuai thought for a while, and had no choice but to put down his pride as a Grandmaster. He suddenly lay on the ground, then covered his head with both hands, and prayed that the storm would soon subside.
After a long time.
The turbulence finally calmed down, and the smoke and dust dissipated.
The solemn Ancestral Hall had been split into two, as if the middle part had been forcefully removed.
It was a scene of broken walls and ruins.
Zhao Xinghuai lay on the ground. After feeling that the storm had subsided, he secretly raised his head to look at the situation.
Lee Ho-an lay not far away from him.
The open space around the square was full of broken wood and gravel, and the Ancestral Hall was also split in half.
He hesitated for a moment, then raised his head to look at the sky.
That young man …
Holding a long sword, he looked like a god descending from the heavens, looking down on all living beings with an expressionless face.
He gently landed not far in front of Zhao Xinghuai.
Then, his voice slowly reached Zhao Xinghuai's ears.
"I don't want to kill for no reason …"
"So I want to ask you to tell me …"
"Xuan Nu's ghost …"
"Where is it?"
These words were not directed at Zhao Xinghuai alone.
His voice was very soft, but it rang in every corner of the village at the same time.
The tranquility of the village was broken.
Countless people came out of their rooms and rushed toward the square.
Looking from the sky, it was like a piece of white paper suddenly appeared with many ants.
The crowd was crowded, but no one dared to approach the square.
Chen Xi held a long sword, silently looking at the Ancestral Hall in front of him.
Suddenly.
A group of old men came out from the ruins of the Ancestral Hall.
There were a total of seven of them, all wearing white training clothes, and they were of different sizes.
The leader was holding the dragon-headed walking stick of Great Granduncle that day. He probably took over Great Granduncle's position after his death.
The seven old men stood on the steps, looking at Chen Xi from afar.
After hesitating for a moment, the leader of the old men sighed softly, "You are already a heavenly being at such a young age, why do you have to force us old bones?"
Hearing this, Chen Xi could not help but sneer, "Hand over the Xuan Yin soul, and I promise not to hurt anyone."
As his voice fell, the leader of the old men fell silent.
The few old men beside him could not help but have a slight change in expression.
Immediately after, they silently communicated with their eyes.
This ancient village hid many secrets.
For example, Xuan Nu's ghost was actually the key to opening the Divine Gate.
The Divine Gate had not appeared for more than a hundred years, and Xuan Nu had been replaced by batches.
It was not until this batch that they finally received a heavenly warning, confirming that the Divine Gate was about to open.
This was also their last chance.
Several old men looked at Chen Xi at the bottom of the steps, silently communicating.
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