By the time nearly a thousand cultivators barged into the teahouse, the tea had already gone cold.
This insignificant interlude came to an end after Jian Wushuang and the others left.
As for the young Jackdaw girl who'd been redeemed, Jian Wushuang kept her by his side out of compassion.
After leaving the Star Domain, Jian Wushuang didn't stop at all. He headed to the other realms in search of possible clues.
This seemingly endless search, no one knew how long it would last.
Jian Wushuang had already made up his mind. If he couldn't find the Qilin's clay idol within a million years, he'd put this matter on hold and hurry back to Cloudsky Palace.
The young Jackdaw girl's body was extremely frail, but after following him, her lifespan of less than a thousand years was extended. At the same time, she broke through the shackles of fate and embarked on the path of cultivation.
A hundred thousand years later, three black-robed figures stood in an extremely remote part of the starry sky, gazing at the desolate Star Domain before them.
Jian Wushuang said in a low voice, "Jackdaw, are you sure it's here?"
The Jackdaw girl he'd saved and named simply had her eyes tightly shut. Her five senses spread throughout the world.
A moment later, she opened her eyes and nodded resolutely. "Your Excellency, the aura of death came from here."
The Jackdaw Clan's comprehension of the aura of life was far superior to that of other races. This was also why the pearl in the Jackdaw's skull had become a spirit treasure that cultivators sought after like a flock of ducks.
Jian Wushuang had only discovered this by chance, saving them a great deal of time.
Since the Qilin's clay idol didn't show itself, Jian Wushuang switched to another line of thought. He began searching for the Star Domain with the thickest aura of death.
As he searched, he really did find over a hundred Great Heavenly Domains that had turned into dead zones.
Without another word, the three figures stepped into the Star Domain with the dense aura of death.
"Huh? Something's wrong. The aura of death here is so thick, but why aren't there any dead spirits? Instead, it's as bustling as an ordinary market."
Landing on the street, Jian Wushuang looked at the cultivators in front of him who were almost rubbing shoulders and couldn't help but wonder.
"Jackdaw, are you sure the death energy here is the thickest?"
Jackdaw was bewildered as well. "M-milord, I clearly sensed that this was the place. How could there be anyone alive here?"
Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled. Could it be that this place was the same as the Refining God Sect in the Virtual Universe? Did they use Death Qi as the foundation for cultivation?
But soon after, he seemed to have discovered something and glanced at the cultivators on the street.
The density of these cultivators seemed to be a little too dense. Moreover, they were continuously emerging from the houses on both sides of the street to the point where they were almost rubbing shoulders.
They seemed to be surrounding him.
Although Jian Wushuang was a little puzzled, he was already vigilant.
In the next moment, a clear voice sounded from above their heads.
"I say, you trespassed here without permission. Don't tell me you don't want to live anymore?"
Following the voice, they saw a young cultivator with a coffin on his back on the roof of a tavern, lazily looking at them.
Then the young cultivator suddenly leapt up, grabbed the ridiculously large coffin on his back, and smashed it down!
The coffin, imbued with violent divine power, slammed into the thousands of cultivators who'd surrounded him and sent them flying nearly a hundred meters away.
At the same time, the young cultivator stepped on the coffin and shouted, "If you want to live, come with me. Otherwise, you'll die."
With that, the young cultivator picked up the coffin that had fallen to the ground. Acting as the vanguard, he smashed the cultivators who'd gathered around him one by one.
Every cultivator who'd been hit by the coffin was scattered like dirt, disappearing without a trace.
At this moment, even Jackdaw sensed that something was wrong. These cultivators, who were no different from living people, had no souls.
Jian Wushuang and the old man exchanged a glance. For the first time, they were certain that the Qilin's clay idol might be hidden in this Star Domain.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, they didn't release their own powers. Instead, they quickly followed the young cultivator who'd carried the coffin like a sledgehammer.
Jian Wushuang had a whole new level of respect for the young cultivator. After all, in a Star Domain so far away, where divine power was extremely thin, being able to break through the shackles of cultivation was an incredible feat.
In the young cultivator's hands, the enormous coffin was an unstoppable weapon. Every time he smashed it down, nearly a hundred cultivators who'd lost their souls were annihilated.
Over the next half a day, the young cultivator displayed his might and quickly cleared out all the cultivators in the area.
Just in case, the three of them sat on the roof under his instructions.
"Tell me, how did you fellows get here? I can see that your cultivation bases are not that high. Could you be one of the survivors here like me?" The young cultivator looked at the three of them, a somewhat gloomy look on his face as he asked.
Jian Wushuang didn't answer his question. Instead, he asked with a puzzled expression, "What happened here? Why is the death aura so dense? Why are those cultivators attacking us?"
The young cultivator couldn't help but sigh. "That's because everyone here is dead, including the cultivators who besieged you just now. They're all dead."
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he already had some understanding in his heart. "Then do you know everything that happened in this realm, as well as the cause and effect?"
"Of course I know. Although it happened hundreds of thousands of years ago, I still remember it clearly," said the young cultivator. "Do you want to know?"
"Please explain. This is a matter of great importance."
"It's no big deal. I haven't talked to outsiders for more than a hundred thousand years. It's a good way to relieve my boredom." The young cultivator let out a long sigh and spoke tirelessly.
"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, cultivation was flourishing here. Various sects were at their peak. It wasn't reduced to a dead zone like it is now. It's all because of that day. "
As if recalling the past, a hint of horror appeared in the young cultivator's eyes.
"That day, the entire sky was replaced by darkness. Even the sun was swallowed. Then, a hideous face replaced the entire sky."
"That hideous face opened its mouth and sucked in the divine power of heaven and earth, as well as the aura of living beings. No cultivator could escape."
"It was only when I saw them turn into soulless shells before my eyes that I realized that a robbery was about to happen."
"Because the technique I learned was extremely unique, I could barely switch between life and death. Therefore, I hid in the coffin and escaped."
"Speaking of which, I only woke up from the coffin in recent years. I've been living alone in this world until now." The young cultivator's face was expressionless. It was as if he was narrating someone else's story.
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