There was only one night left before the night of the full moon, but it was still cloudy in Kunlun Mountain. After the sky darkened, it began to rain again.
This rain seemed to be heavier than yesterday. It was mixed with the cold wind blowing from the north, and there was a chill that seeped into one's skin. The world seemed to be filled with a cold and murderous aura. In the cold wind and rain, the forest seemed to be shivering in the dark night.
In the forest, a black shadow walked out from a dark corner. A little fire burned in its eyes. It was Atsu.
At this moment, for some reason, the black dog's body had swelled to more than double its usual size. At the same time, a pair of sharp, snow-white fangs emerged from its mouth, emitting a chilling glow in the night.
There was dark red blood dripping from its lips and teeth. Behind it, one could vaguely see a dead monster on the ground. Its blood was washed by the rain and flowed to the ground. Atsu's footsteps were also a little unstable. It seemed that the battle just now was not easy for it.
There was blood dripping from its body, mixed with the rain and dyed its fur red. Half of the blood was from the dead monster, and the other half flowed from the wounds on Atsu's body.
In the cold night, the blood flowed, but it gradually emitted a mysterious aura. It was ferocious and powerful, but it also seemed to have a slightly tempting fragrance. It was like the sacrificial offerings on the ancient demonic god's altar.
The fragrance was carried away by the wind, drifting through the dark night, the ceaseless rain, and the mountains and forests. Gradually, the dark night started to stir.
There was a beast's roar in the distance, rising and falling. Atsu stopped and turned its only eye to look into the distance. Then, it looked back at the wounds and blood on its body.
The rain gradually became heavier. The cold wind blew mournfully, and the cold rainwater wrapped in knives hit its body. The darkness in front of him surged, as if attracted by this "fragrance" that suddenly appeared. In this vast night, countless terrifying and ferocious auras suddenly approached this nameless forest.
The green flames in Atsu's single eye flickered. Then, he shook off the rain on his body and continued to move forward. The night grew darker, and the wind and rain became more intense. It slowly walked up to the highest point of the mountain.
However, when it raised its head to look at the night sky, in the cold and dark sky, there was only wind and rain and dark clouds. There was not a trace of the moon.
On this night that was only one day away from the full moon, on this night that should have been bright and full, only the cold rain covered the world. It carried with it the endless darkness and the terrifying aura of the shadows as it pounced towards the black dog.
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It was late at night, and it was raining heavily on Kunlun Mountain.
This night was unexpectedly cold. Even the cultivators who had always cultivated and were not afraid of the cold and heat would feel a chill. Therefore, except for the disciples who patrolled the mountain, most people stayed in their residences. They either meditated or listened to the sound of the rain, waiting for the heavy rain and the dark night to pass.
Zhenren Idle Month was alone in his room.
Because of his special identity, as the Zhenren of the Kunlun Party, he did not have his own cave like most Yuanying Realm Zhenren, nor did he live on the Winter Peak between the clouds because he was the eldest disciple of Hakushin Jinkun. Although, logically speaking, he could receive both kinds of treatment.
Since he was the Zhenren of Kunlun, he could only live in one place, which was the Zhengyang Hall of Tiankun Peak. This was the place where the previous Zhenren of the Kunlun Party lived. It was the center of the power of the entire Kunlun Party. For thousands of years, many extraordinary people and peerless figures had appeared here, and many shocking events had happened here.
However, as time passed, geniuses came and went, but only the silent mountain peak and the towering hall had always stood here, never changing.
In the dead of the night, Zhenren Idle Month had no intention of sleeping. He lit a candle and closed the door and windows. When the wind and rain outside blew against the closed window, he was in front of the bronze mirror in the room, wearing a solemn dress that only the Zhenren of Kunlun could wear.
This dress was solemn, elegant, and beautiful. Under normal circumstances, there was no opportunity to wear it, unless there was a special festival or a major event. Only then would the Zhenren of Kunlun wear this dress. Over the years, the Kunlun Party had been peaceful, so Zhenren Idle Month only had one opportunity to wear it a year.
It was tomorrow.
His hand gently stroked the solemn and dignified gown, and a trace of complacency and pride appeared on his face. In this life, although there were twists and turns and pain on the road of cultivation, in general, it could be considered to be very smooth. The achievements he had achieved at this age had far exceeded most people in this world.
He could indeed be proud.
However, in front of him, there was still a long road ahead of him on that seemingly endless path from the ancient times to the present. However, Daoist Master Idle Moon felt that he could already see his master's tall and broad back. Perhaps one day, he would truly be able to catch up to him.
At that time, what would it feel like … Zhenren Idle Month smiled and looked at his majestic self in the bronze mirror.
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The Heavenly Soldier Hall was one of the most important and powerful halls in the Kunlun Party. The head, Dukon Zhenren, was also highly respected in the sect and had an illustrious reputation.
On this night, Dukon Zhenren stayed in his cave residence. Similar to Zhenren Idle Month on Tiankun Peak, Dukon Zhenren was also in a good mood. He had supported the head of the sect, Immortal Idle Moon, for many years. In these years, although the Kunlun Sect was peaceful and peaceful to the outside world, there were always some fights at the level of Immortal of Yuanying Stage that would not be seen by others.
Some people did not like Zhenren Idle Month and did not want Zhenren Idle Month to take the position of the Zhenren Sect Master. But Zhenren Idle Month himself was very outstanding. Not to mention, he had a True Monarch Master who was second to none in terms of cultivation and reputation. Therefore, from the beginning, Dukon Zhenren firmly stood on the side of Zhenren Idle Month. He was his pawn, his left and right hand, waving the flag and shouting for Zhenren Idle Month. Finally, he obtained the trust of Zhenren Idle Month and the True Monarch behind him.
This trust quickly gave Dukon Zhenren a huge return. It made him and his Heavenly Soldier Hall famous in the sect. They also obtained more and more cultivation resources. There was nothing better than this.
Dukon Zhenren was very satisfied with the choice he had made for so many years. He had never wavered in the slightest. Watching the night pass, he would still stand beside Zhenren Idle Month at the sect council meeting tomorrow, waving the flag and shouting for him.
Of course, before that, he would go with his favorite disciple, He Yi, to catch that hateful traitor of the Devil Cult.
Dukon Zhenren closed his eyes with a smile and began to meditate.
At the same time, in a place not far from his cave, He Yi, who was also from the Heavenly Soldier Hall, was also awake. He quietly stood under the eaves, watching the rain falling from the cold and dark night sky. In front of his eyes, the rain dripped down from the eaves, rustling into his ears, turning into thousands of crystal clear water droplets floating in the wind. Finally, they fell on the bluestone floor on the ground and quietly burst into pieces. In the darkness, the water droplets turned into powder and flowed into the depths of the distant darkness.
His face was a little pale, probably because of the chill brought by the cold wind. The powder of the rain fell on his face, but he did not move an inch. He stared into the distance of the night, his mouth moved a few times, as if he was whispering to someone.
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That night, Su Qingjun stayed in the guest room of the Flowing Fragrance Garden. Dongfang Tao kept his promise and brought her the antidote that was said to be able to cure Sumo. After taking the antidote, Sumo immediately fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up.
According to Dongfang Tao, this was a normal situation. Usually, one would sleep for at least two or three days. At the same time, he told Su Qingjun some things that needed to be paid attention to and taboo things.
Su Qingjun was naturally very grateful for this. Since Sumo was unconscious and injured, it was inconvenient for him to move around, so she stayed here to take care of him. Her family in Kunwu City also sent people back with the news, so it was easy to imagine how happy her parents were.
She walked to the bed and looked at Sumo. She saw that he was sleeping very quietly, even a bit like a child. She suddenly became somewhat absent-minded. She suddenly remembered the appearance of her younger brother when he was born many years ago, as well as the many cute moments when he slowly grew up.
Her eyes gradually softened, and she gently pulled the blanket over Su Mo a little tighter. She thought to herself that after this incident, she would take some time to properly teach Su Mo a lesson. He had been so cute since he was young, and his nature was not bad.
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew open the window and extinguished the candles in the room.
Su Qingjun walked over and closed the window again. Before completely closing the window, she glanced at the dark night outside. She suddenly thought, on such a rainy night, where is that person now, and what is he doing?
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In a dark and quiet forest, the damp rainwater continuously poured into the soil, mixed with the smell of decay, giving people a creepy feeling.
A poisonous snake slowly crawled out of the grass, bending its body as it crawled forward. However, when it was about to reach the ground covered with rotten leaves, the snake suddenly stopped. It raised its triangular head and hissed its tongue at the front. A gloomy light flashed in its ice-cold vertical pupils.
After a moment, the snake suddenly changed direction and crawled to the side.
And on the quiet soil, under the rotten leaves, a small hollow branch slightly trembled, then became quiet again, hiding in the darkness, quietly waiting.
It was the coming dawn!
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