The rain continued to pour, and occasionally, lightning flashed across the dark sky. Thunder rumbled above the clouds.
Atsu was already drenched, its black fur stuck to its body, and its broken body was covered with wounds and blood.
It was not far from the mountain peak, but the ferocious demon beasts behind it were getting more and more irritable. There were constantly demon beasts driven by their natural greed pouncing on it, wanting to drink its blood and eat its flesh.
Atsu's response was to bite them to death.
Its sharp fangs were as sharp as blades, and it was as cruel as a demon. It was a beast that was more ferocious than these beasts, and whoever dared to stand in its way would fight to the death. It was a battle of life and death, and in this stormy day, there seemed to be no end to it!
The rain drenched the black dog's body, and it felt a little cold, and a little lonely. At that moment, it suddenly missed Lu Chen, and remembered the many nights when it slept quietly on the same bed with him.
Perhaps, that was the most peaceful and happy moment of its life?
"Roar!" A deep and mournful roar burst out from Ah-Tu's throat. He bit down on the throat of a demon beast that lunged at him in the wind and rain. He tore its flesh, swallowed its blood, and then threw the dead body to the side.
The auras in the distance seemed to stop for a moment, and Atsu looked back in disdain, and then continued to walk towards the peak, panting.
This day was so long.
Even it did not know if it could make it through.
Would he be able to see the rising of the bright moon in that cloudy and rainy weather?
…
In the dense forest, someone said this.
"Let's wait, let's wait until the sky turns dark. That's when we have important things to do, and at the same time, let's see if anyone will come."
The people around had no objections, so they walked to a secluded corner, sat down quietly, and waited.
Waiting for nightfall.
Dongfang Tao and Melaleuca Japonica were waiting for the end of this ceremony, waiting for the important small meeting that would take place in the evening. Su Qingjun was also waiting for the end of this grand ceremony so that she could go back to visit her younger brother Sumo as soon as possible. Perhaps, if she could make it in time, Sister Yi Xin would be able to find that man to come see her.
In the guest room of the Flowing Fragrance Garden, Yi Xin was sprawled on the table in boredom, staring at the continuous rain outside the window in a daze, as if she had lost her mind.
At the same time, White Lotus had already descended from the Winter Peak amidst the clouds in the sky. She walked towards the front of Kunlun Mountain with a relaxed expression. Behind her, the strange mountain that was floating in mid-air was also covered with a layer of gray.
The sky had unknowingly darkened.
Rain poured down from the sky, enveloping the entire vast Kunlun Mountain Range, as if the entire world had become hazy. However, on the Winter Peak, there was not even a drop of rain. It was unknown whether it was because there was a powerful prohibition that isolated the rain outside, or because the rain fell in, but the overly cold wind and snow on the Winter Peak had condensed the rain into ice and snow.
On the lonely and quiet Winter Peak, other than the violent wind and snow on the highest peak, Zhuo Xian seemed to be the only person left on the entire mountain. He stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing down. For many years, he had stood at this place, gazing at the majestic Kunlun Mountain, and was especially familiar with the undulating mountains of Kunlun.
He could even tell where the majestic Tiankun Peak was at a glance, and he could also imagine how lively and bustling it was at this moment.
For many years, at this time, he would be in the Zhengyang Hall on Tiankun Peak, rejoicing for the sect, cheering for his senior brother, and being proud of his sect.
However, he had never thought about himself in the slightest.
Zhuo Xian lowered his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he turned around and walked towards his cave abode. The wind and snow outside were isolated, and he took out the Wind Speech Plate, placed it on the table, and opened it.
The sound of wind and snow was immediately heard, and after a moment, Hakushin Jinkun's voice came from this strange magic treasure, "What's the matter?"
Zhuo Xian showed a respectful expression, bowed, and said, "Master, you're going to watch over Eldest Senior Brother's place tonight, may I know when you're going to leave?"
Hakushin Jinkun's voice said, "What time is it now?"
"It's already afternoon, and it'll be dusk in two hours, so I wanted to come and ask if you have any arrangements."
Hakushin Jinkun paused for a moment, and then said, "There's no other arrangements, just do as we originally agreed. I'll come down in two hours."
Zhuo Xian cupped his fists and bowed, and said respectfully, "Yes, I'll wait here for Master."
On the Wind Speech Plate, the wind and snow disappeared, and gradually, it returned to its original unremarkable appearance. Zhuo Xian straightened his body, and his face was slightly pale, as if he was in a daze, thinking about something.
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew from behind, and there was a slight chill on the back of his neck. Zhuo Xian's body tensed up, and he suddenly turned around, and shouted, "Who's there!"
At the entrance of his cave abode, the stone door had silently opened, and after a moment, an unusually tall and burly figure appeared at the entrance of his cave abode. The dark shadow then surged into his cave abode, and completely covered him.
Zhuo Xian took a step back, and his expression suddenly showed some nervousness, but then he took a deep breath, and his body slowly relaxed.
"You've come?" He asked in a low voice, and for some reason, there seemed to be a little bitterness in his tone.
"Yes." The huge figure responded, and after a while, the person suddenly asked again, "Do you regret it?"
The expression on Zhuo Xian's face changed, and he did not answer immediately. The huge figure also seemed to be unusually patient, and did not impatiently interrogate him, but quietly waited outside the cave abode.
After a while, Zhuo Xian said, "There's nothing to regret."
"Oh." The tall figure outside the cave abode responded, and then, suddenly, a white light flashed, and something was thrown in from outside the cave.
Zhuo Xian stretched out his hand to grab it, and when he looked at it, he found that it was a jade bottle in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, and still opened the bottle cap to take a look.
He saw that there were no pills in the jade bottle, and it was filled with black water. But for some reason, the black water did not have a fishy smell, but faintly carried a strange fragrance.
Like the fragrance of ambergris.
Zhuo Xian's hand suddenly trembled, and his pair of eyes stared fixedly at the jade bottle. Both of his hands clenched tightly, as if he was a thousand, ten thousand times afraid that he would accidentally drop the jade bottle.
"I think, you know what to do, right?"
Zhuo Xian slightly lowered his head, and after a while, he softly said, "Yes, I know."
… …
In the depths of the damp mountain forest, the four Yuanying Spiritual Masters and the only one, Jin Dan Friar, He Yi, had been waiting.
However, the so-called traitor did not appear, and there was no trace of anyone approaching in the surroundings.
No one spoke, and in the heavy rain, everyone waited until the sky was about to turn dark.
Somewhere in the distance, there seemed to be a lively scene of gongs and drums, and celestial music floating in the air. It was not too clear, but on this day, the Yuanying Spiritual Masters had seen the liveliness of Tian Kun Peak.
Qian Deng and Ming Zhu looked into the distance with ridicule on their faces. He Yi, on the other hand, was sitting on the ground in a daze. Occasionally, he would glance at Daoist Du Kong's corpse, which was still lying on the ground. Then, he would immediately look away with a trace of guilt and a trace of pain in his eyes.
"Aren't we going to participate in the sect council tonight?" At this time, the one who suddenly spoke was Masato Kihara, his brows slightly wrinkled, "Waiting here for half a day without anyone coming, there's no need to continue waiting."
He Yi wanted to say something, but stopped on second thought. Except for him, everyone present was a powerful and profound Yuanying Spiritual Master, so there was indeed no room for him to speak.
Qian Deng next to him looked over, saying, "In any case, there is indeed a Devil Sect's secret pattern that was first engraved here. Let's not do anything else, just treat it as a matter of convenience. Let's wait for the sky to turn dark. If there really is a Devil Sect traitor coming, we will capture him. If the current situation has already alerted the enemy and he doesn't dare to come, then there's no harm, we just need to carry on with our business as agreed. "
Masato Kihara nodded slowly, saying, "Okay, I understand."
… …
The cloud board clattered, the bell and drum sounded in unison, in Tian Kun Peak's Zhengyang Hall, the tedious but solemn and lively ceremony was finally nearing completion.
Many people had a trace of exhaustion on their faces, but Perfected Idle Month who was standing on the high platform was calm and did not seem to be tired at all. When the people at the side saw this, they naturally felt that Perfected Idle Month was indeed an amazing Yuanying Spiritual Master, he actually did not look tired at all after hosting the meeting for such a long time.
But what should come will come. These ceremonies were completed one by one, and at the last moment, Perfected Idle Month took a break from the busy work and took a look outside of Zhengyang Hall.
The sky outside was still drizzling, the lightning in the sky continued to pass through the clouds, and the thunder was like the roar of the heavens, causing large amounts of rain to pour down.
The sky seemed to be darkening bit by bit.
This day seemed to be over.
But it also seemed like it was about to start.
… …
In the depths of the dense forest, the few Yuanying Spiritual Masters who had been resting with their eyes closed were abnormally calm and serene, giving people the impression that something earth-shattering was about to happen.
Only when the sky slowly darkened and the night was about to envelop, Perfected Thousand Lantern suddenly opened his eyes, looked up, and slowly stood up, saying, "It's about time, let's go."
"Where to?" Someone asked.
"Tian Kun Peak, Zhengyang Hall." Perfected Thousand Lantern faintly said, his eyes staring into the distance, his face expressionless as he walked away. The other three Perfected Yuanying Spiritual Masters and He Yi also followed behind him.
Following their departure, the forest quickly quieted down. On that dark land, next to Dukon Zhenren's corpse, a hollow branch slowly moved, as if it wanted to rise, but after a moment, it suddenly sank back down and stayed in the same place, motionless.
The sky darkened, and darkness descended on Kunlun Mountain. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky, like a noisy banquet was slowly opening its curtains at this time.
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