Southern Wasteland, Eagle Cry River Valley.
In a forest outside the river valley was a large cemetery, stone tablets were erected, and the names written on each stone tablet were engraved in the bones of Yue Hongyan, Kang Nanhua, and Zhao Huan.
They stood in front of the tombstones, all falling into silence, not speaking for a long time.
Not far away, Wang Lin, Yang Qing, and Zhou Yuncong were standing, also silently looking at the cemetery in front of them. At this time, all words were superfluous.
Although they already knew what Yue Hongyan, Kang Nanhua, and Zhao Huan had encountered back then, but when they saw this cemetery with their own eyes, they still felt heavy.
For Yue Hongyan and Zhao Huan, the people buried here were all companions, relatives, and compatriots that they had been with day and night.
Yang Qing remembered the time when she personally built the tombstones for the people of Cloud Water Cave, for a moment she also couldn't help but feel sorrow.
Wang Lin was also silent, he vaguely remembered that back then his hometown faced the massacre of the late Yuanying cultivators, if it wasn't for him and Yang Qing fighting to the death, then he most likely would also have to face the same heart-wrenching scene.
Zhou Yuncong's usual cold face, at this moment slightly softened, his gaze looking towards the distant horizon seemed a bit empty, unexpectedly slightly distracted, no one knew what he was thinking about.
Zhao Huan came to the two tombstones erected side by side, Slowly he knelt down. The people buried here were his parents.
"Sister Hongyan, Mr. Kang, thank you for letting my father and mother rest in peace."
Zhao Huan's eyes were full of sorrow, ever since he became his disciple he had always called Yue Hongyan "Master", these years this is the first time he changed the way he called Yue Hongyan when he was a child.
Yue Hongyan and Kang Nanhua both shook their heads, Yue Hongyan clenched his fists, saying word by word: "Zhang, Lie!"
Kang Nanhua's face was a bit pale, her bright eyes at this moment looking at the tombstones in front of her, the luster gradually dimmed.
After they paid their respects to the people of the former Society of the Strong Gale, Wang Lin Slowly said: "Move all the graves back to Yujing Mountain."
After a moment of silence, Yue Hongyan nodded. "Alright."
They had already received a telepathic message from Luo Qingwu, who was on Mount Yujing. They were surprised to learn that Mount Yujing had suddenly revealed itself and descended upon the Boundless World.
Although the deduction of Xiao Yan and the others was a little cautious, it was not without reason. Therefore, Wang Lin and the others also decided to reduce the time they spent outside and return to Yujing Mountain as soon as possible.
Although it was important for a person to be buried in peace after death, Yue Hongyan and Zhao Huan also agreed to move the grave. This time, if not for the fact that they were here to pay their respects, Wang Lin, Yang Qing, and the others would have returned as soon as they received Luo Qingwu's voice transmission.
Besides, they were moving the grave, just like how Zhu Yi moved Meng Bingyun's grave back then, moving away this land and this forest together, it would not damage the grave in the slightest.
Kang Nanhua stretched out her hand and swept up her mana, storing away this forest and the grave together.
After doing this, they prepared to return to Yujing Mountain.
But just as they moved, Wang Lin's eyes flashed slightly. "What a thick aura of death." With his reminder, everyone's divine sense extended into the distance. Then, they felt a thick aura of death condensing, soaring into the sky in front of them.
"There are new deaths, and a lot of them. It seems like … a massacre!" Yang Qing's brows furrowed tightly. They looked at each other and broke through the void, instantly arriving at the place. Sure enough, a city appeared in front of them, filled with an aura of death.
Although the city was not big, the population was not small either. It was just that the city that was bustling and bustling in the past was currently silent, as if all the living beings in the city had disappeared. It had completely become a dead city, filled with an ominous feeling.
In the eyes of Wang Lin and the others, they clearly saw a smoke-like black aura of death soaring into the sky, condensing and not dissipating.
In the black smoke, there seemed to be countless aggrieved souls wailing mournfully. Twisted faces were densely packed together, it was a shocking sight.
All the living beings in the city, be it humans or animals, were all dead at this moment. Not a single living being could be seen.
However, there were no living beings, and even the corpses had disappeared. On the ground in the city, there were only puddles of white powder that could be seen everywhere.
Kang Nanhua's divine sense swept over, and her gaze was solemn. "These puddles of white powder are the corpses of the dead. All the living beings died of poison. It was a very strong poison that mortals could not withstand at all. Even cultivators, if their cultivation was low, would also be poisoned to death."
"So when mortals are poisoned to death, not even their bones remain."
Wang Lin and the others were a little surprised. Such a strong poison could not be controlled by mortals at all. It could break through a cultivator's protective dharma power. If mortals wanted to use such a poison, they would be poisoned first.
In other words, it was done by a cultivator. But if a cultivator who practiced the Divine Sense of poison caused such a large-scale massacre, it was mostly for practicing. However, at this moment, the remaining poison was everywhere. After killing tens of thousands of living beings, the poison power was not collected. It did not seem that the cultivator who practiced the Divine Sense of poison intended to do this.
"Could it be that a cultivator who practiced the Divine Sense of poison had an accident on the way, which caused this tragedy?"
While everyone was puzzled, they suddenly looked into the distant sky and saw several sword lights flashing.
The sword lights were colorful and looked different, but they all revealed a similar ancient aura.
"People from the Wilderness Sword Sect." Wang Lin and the others nodded. A few years ago, the Wilderness Sword Sect had established a good friendship with Xuanmen Tianzong. They often contacted each other, so they were familiar with each other.
This place was located in the Southern Wasteland. To the west was the eastern end of the Great Hengduan Mountain, which was the territory of the Wilderness Sword Sect.
Once such a thing happened at their doorstep, someone would naturally come to check it out.
Unexpectedly, the situation was more serious than what Xuanmen Tianzong and the others had expected.
The leader of the Wilderness Sword Sect was a cultivator at the Late-stage of the Golden Elixir, named Immortal Qian Yin. When he saw Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan, Kang Nanhua, and Yang Qing and the others, he quickly saluted them.
He looked at the deathly silent city below and sighed: "This is already the fourth dead city."
Wang Lin and the others looked at each other. According to what Immortal Qian Yin said, it was not an accident.
Kang Nanhua, Yue Hongyan, Yang Qing, and Zhao Huan frowned at the same time, and their faces showed anger.
The enemy had slaughtered four cities. How many people had died in vain?
"Where are the other three cities?" Wang Lin asked. Immortal Qian Yin quickly told them the location. Hearing this, Xuanmen Tianzong and the others' expressions did not change, but they were slightly moved.
Including the dead city under their feet, the four cities were basically arranged in a line. The general direction was actually the same as the direction where they returned to the Kunlun Mountain. Although there were three cultivators at the Yuanying Stage, Wang Lin, Yue Hongyan, and Kang Nanhua, it was not a problem for them to walk through the hollow, it was impossible for them to return to the Kunlun Mountain in one step.
They returned to the mountain and took the shortest straight line. Now the arrangement of the four dead cities was similar to this route.
"Are they coming for us?" Wang Lin and the others had the same idea.
Realizing this, Yue Hongyan looked at Wang Lin: "Third senior brother, should we investigate?"
After thinking for a while, Wang Lin shook his head: "Continue moving forward, don't stop."
Yue Hongyan and the others were slightly surprised. Kang Nanhua, who was at the side, said: "The enemy purposely set up a deceptive formation to make us fall into his trap. Ignore him and continue moving forward. If we follow our pace, we can turn passivity into initiative."
"Although we don't know how big the area of the enemy's plot is, we should try to escape as soon as possible. When we leave the area of his plot, he will either give up or chase us. At that time, it will be our turn to hold the initiative."
Yue Hongyan and Yang Qing nodded: "If that's the case, let's do as third senior brother said."
Everyone did not explain much. After hinting that Immortal Qian Yin was in danger, they immediately took their leave.
However, after walking for a short distance, Yang Qing suddenly shouted as if she was struck by lightning, "Wait!"
Wang Lin and the others stopped and came out from the void. They looked at Yang Qing with a baffled expression. Ever since Yang Qing's cultivation increased, she had become more and more calm and steady. At this moment, her expression was clearly a little anxious.
"I … I felt it, I faintly felt the Lunar True Water just now …" Yang Qing opened her mouth: "The Lunar True Water that comes from the same source as me!"
Yue Hongyan was baffled: "The Lunar True Water that comes from the same source as you? Didn't you obtain that true water vein all by yourself? "
Yang Qing shook her head, as if she had something difficult to say. She did not explain further and only used her divine sense to scan the surroundings, searching anxiously.
Wang Lin glanced at Yang Qing, then also released his own divine sense, extending it into the distance. His connection with the Lunar True Water that Yang Qing mentioned was naturally not as close as Yang Qing herself. However, his divine sense was much stronger than Yang Qing's.
Since Yang Qing said that the true water came from the same source as him, then Wang Lin searched according to Yang Qing's Lunar True Water spiritual energy fluctuations.
Very soon, Wang Lin found something. He guided Yang Qing to look for it and quickly confirmed the direction.
Everyone followed behind Yang Qing curiously. After flying in the air for a while, Yang Qing's speed became slower and slower. She looked at the mountains in the distance in a daze.
At this moment, even Zhou Yuncong and Zhao Huan could clearly see that there were many streams between the undulating hills.
At the side of one of the streams, a white-clothed girl was sitting on a rock with a blank expression, staring at the flowing water below in a daze.
The girl looked like she was already in her twenties, but there was a hint of childishness between her brows, as if she was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.
She lowered her head to look at her reflection in the water, blinking her eyelashes. She felt that she was so familiar yet so strange at the same time.
The white-clothed girl sighed softly and turned to look at the side.
There was a yellow grasshopper there, hand-folded by someone. Because it had been a long time, the woven straw had long lost its moisture. However, the craftsmanship was exquisite, and it still looked alive.
The white-clothed girl stared at the yellow grasshopper, and her gaze couldn't help but be dazed for a moment. "Senior Brother Yang …"
She hesitated, then lightly tapped the grasshopper with her finger. A weak jade-green stream of water gushed out from her fingertip and landed on the grasshopper. The grasshopper immediately turned from yellow to jade-green again. It wasn't dyed, but the woven straw of the grasshopper seemed to have regained its life.
Seeing this, the white-clothed girl smiled, and she was sincerely happy.
Suddenly, a faint throbbing appeared in her heart. The white-clothed girl hesitantly turned her head to look behind her. She saw a purple-clothed youth standing not far behind her, his expression incomparably complicated.
Shock, joy, both at the same time, but more than that, despair and sorrow!
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