The sky-shattering hand was unstoppable. It directly reached into the depths of the ruins of the ancient palace and grabbed an old man with a horrified expression.
Old Man Xuan You looked at the giant hand flying in from the sky in shock. He was so shocked that he could not speak. There was no way to block or evade it. The giant hand was like the Heavenly Path, an existence that he could never surpass.
He had actually noticed Mo Wen when the bronze tripod had crashed into the valley, but he had not dared to show himself because he was afraid of Mo Wen's power. He was shocked beyond words now and did not know how to describe his feelings. It had only been over 20 years, but this youth had grown so much. Could it be that his thousands of years of bitter cultivation in the Profound Underworld had all been wasted on a dog?
The giant hand grabbed Old Man Xuan You and quickly returned to Mo Wen.
"Old man, do you still remember me?" Mo Wen looked at Old Man Xuan You calmly. It was this person who had almost destroyed his foundation.
"I should have done everything I could to kill you back then."
Old Man Xuan You looked at Mo Wen deeply, his heart filled with indescribable regret. He had nothing to say now that things had come to this.
Mo Wen smiled coldly, and a shocking force exploded from his palm.
"Have mercy." Patriarch Kong Cheng's expression changed drastically.
Unfortunately, Mo Wen was unmoved. The terrifying force crushed Old Man Xuan You into pieces, and his soul scattered.
Patriarch Kong Cheng seemed to have aged a few hundred years in an instant. His body swayed, like an old man with one foot in the grave, not long before the end of his lifespan.
Kong Cheng did not have much lifespan left. In this life, the thing he could not let go of the most was the Sword Valley, a sect with a long history. He did not want to be defeated by his own hands. He would not have the face to face the various patriarchs when he went to the netherworld.
Old Man Xuan You was his hope, the only person who could hold up the facade of the Sword Valley. As long as he could make it through this period of the sect's decline, the Sword Valley would definitely prosper again.
It was a pity that Xuan You had died before him. When he died, the Sword Valley would probably really decline completely.
Mo Wen looked at the people of the Sword Valley coldly. His figure flashed, and he strode into the distant sky. Only killing one person could already be said to be merciful.
Two days later, the news of the death of the Valley Master of the Sword Valley had spread throughout the Peng Lai Immortal Region. Many sects received the news immediately. The Sword Valley was not a small sect. It was one of the top sects in the entire Peng Lai Immortal Realm. The death of the Valley Master was naturally not a small matter.
News spread very quickly among immortal cultivators. In a relatively short period of time, many sects knew that Mo Wen was behind this. The youth from back then had finally returned for revenge.
In particular, some Immortal Cultivator sects who knew that Mo Wen had once killed a fifth rank evil clan member in the Goddess Cult understood how terrifying Mo Wen was.
In the Sinister Wind Sect's meeting hall, all the upper echelon of the Sinister Wind Sect were gathered together. From the elders to the hall masters, none of them were absent. The atmosphere in the hall was rather solemn.
The sect leader of the Sinister Wind Sect, Evil Lord Qian Ye, sat high up in the hall with an ugly expression. He pretended to be calm, but there seemed to be a trace of unease. He did not even notice that his hands were trembling on the armrests.
"Sect leader, was it really Mo Wen who killed Old Man Xuan You?"
A burly man in the hall could not help but ask. He did not dare to believe that the youth who was still wet behind the ears all those years ago could now be so powerful.
It had only been more than 20 years. For immortal cultivators, it was just the snap of a finger. How could he have grown from the Primordial Soul Realm to this level in such a short period of time?
"This news was spread by an elder of the Sword Valley, so it should be true. Moreover, the Valley Master has indeed died a violent death, "an elder said with a cold expression.
The breathing of the people in the hall quickened. Everyone here knew very well that although the Valley Master was only a Supreme Profundity intermediate stage cultivator, the Sword Valley's heritage was far more profound than that of the Sinister Wind Sect. With Patriarch Kong Cheng holding the fort, it would not be easy for anyone to kill the Valley Master.
Since Mo Wen could kill the Valley Master in the Sword Valley, he must have the ability to suppress Patriarch Kong Cheng.
"Sect leader, what should we do?" an elder of the Sinister Wind Sect asked, a little restless.
The Sinister Wind Sect's heritage was not as good as the Sword Valley's. The strongest sect leader was only at the later stage of the Supreme Profundity Realm. Since Mo Wen had already taken revenge on the Sword Valley, it was clear that he would not let the Sinister Wind Sect off. The Sinister Wind Sect was the mastermind behind the plan to kill Mo Wen back then.
Qian Ye Heretic Lord sat high in the hall, silent.
"Sect leader, the most terrifying thing is probably not that he could kill the Valley Master. You should have received some news by now. Not long ago, Mo Wen appeared in White Mang City and killed three pinnacle of the fourth rank Evil Clan with a wave of his hand. More than a month later, he appeared in the Hundred Spirit Mountain Range of the Goddess Cult and killed a fifth rank Evil Clan member on the spot, defeating the Evil Clan's attack in one fell swoop.
He has the ability to kill a fifth rank Evil Clan member. It would be a piece of cake for him to deal with us. "
The Sinister Wind Sect's great elder lowered his eyes. What cultivation did a cultivator who could kill a fifth rank Evil Clan member have when he died? At this level, he could no longer guess. Even an ordinary Divine Illusionary Realm immortal cultivator would find it difficult to do so.
The Divine Illusionary Realm was the ceiling of the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. An existence at this level should not even appear in the Source World.
When the surrounding upper echelons of the Sinister Wind Sect heard this, their expressions changed drastically.
Killing a fifth rank Evil Clan member!
That was practically unimaginable. That was the power of the Divine Illusionary Realm. How many people in the entire Peng Lai Immortal Realm could do that?
For a moment, the faces of the upper echelons of the Sinister Wind Sect were all ghastly. Provoking such an existence would probably scare them awake even in their dreams at night. It was as if he knew the time of death in advance and was slowly waiting for it to come.
"Elder Chen, send a message to Tianyuan Pavilion. Tell them that the Sinister Wind Sect is willing to submit our entire sect to Tianyuan Pavilion and be at their beck and call."
After an unknown amount of time, Qian Ye Heretic Lord let out a long sigh. His eyes were filled with deep unwillingness.
He had never imagined that the ant that he could easily squish to death back then would force him to such a state in just a short span of 20 years.
What about him not being able to do anything in a hundred years? Now, it seemed like it was a joke.
The upper echelons of the Sinister Wind Sect in the great hall all fell silent when they heard this. Right now, most likely only an ancient sect like Tianyuan Pavilion could protect them. However, although they said that they were submitting to Tianyuan Pavilion, in reality, they were just living under someone else's roof. In the future, the lives of the Sinister Wind Sect members would most likely not be easy.
However, at this stage, they had no other choice. At least it was better than being destroyed by Mo Wen.
However, in less than two hours, Tianyuan Pavilion sent a message saying that they would not accept their submission.
"What? We sent our entire sect to Tianyuan Pavilion, but they actually refused? "
The expressions of the upper echelons of the Sinister Wind Sect all changed drastically. Such a good thing could not be obtained even if they begged for it, but Tianyuan Pavilion had actually rejected it. It was important to know that the Sinister Wind Sect was not a small sect in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. They had quite a few Supreme Profundity Realm cultivators, and the sect had tens of thousands of years of history. They had accumulated a lot of resources. Once they submitted to Tianyuan Pavilion, this huge sum of wealth would also fall into the hands of Tianyuan Pavilion.
Tianyuan Pavilion actually refused such a good thing!
"Will Tianyuan Pavilion care about Mo Wen?" an elder could not help but ask.
Could it be that an ancient sect like Tianyuan Pavilion would also be afraid of Mo Wen? How could a mere Mo Wen do that? They did not know if Tianyuan Pavilion had Divine Illusionary Realm immortal cultivators, but they knew that ordinary Divine Illusionary Realm immortal cultivators would definitely not be able to do anything to Tianyuan Pavilion.
A sect that had existed since the Ancient Age had weathered countless storms and gone through innumerable calamities. For it to be able to stand until now, one could imagine the depth of the sect's resources. No matter how powerful Mo Wen was, he could not possibly shake Tianyuan Pavilion!
"Contact the Great Wonder Sect again!" Thousand Flames Heretic Lord took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. He did not believe that there was no place for the Sinister Wind Sect in the vast Peng Lai Immortal Realm.
An hour later, the Great Wonder Sect's message came back. They were still rejected.
The expressions of the upper echelons of the Sinister Wind Sect grew uglier. They went to three or four ancient sects, but without exception, they were all rejected.
"Damn it. When did those ancient sects become so cowardly? With their abilities, there is no need for them to care about a mere Mo Wen."
Thousand Flames Heretic Lord clenched his fists tightly. Even in his dreams, he had not expected such an outcome.
Did they really have to force him to go to factions like Hades Mountain or Demonic Sky?
He knew very well that once he went to Hades Mountain or Demonic Sky, there would be no turning back. In the future, he would not only be boycotted by the Huatian Palace, but the people of the Sinister Wind Sect would definitely not have a good ending even in such heretic organizations.
"Sect leader, sect leader, good news, good news … there is finally a faction that is willing to take us in."
An elder of the Sinister Wind Sect suddenly ran in from outside. His face was full of excitement as he spoke loudly with a communication magical artifact in his hand.
"Which faction?"
"They can protect the Sinister Wind Sect."
"There are not many factions in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm that are not afraid of Divine Illusionary Realm immortal cultivators."
…
When the elders in the hall heard this, they all looked over excitedly. They were like drowning people who had suddenly found a life-saving straw. Only a few elders who had been silent the entire time had a look of sorrow in their eyes. How could the Sinister Wind Sect of the past have fallen to such a state?
Thousand Flames Heretic Lord's expression was cold as he looked at the elder.
"The Skewed Moon Chamber of Commerce," the elder said excitedly.
The Skewed Moon Chamber of Commerce was one of the three large chambers of commerce in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. Although it was just a chamber of commerce, it was able to compete with the Huatian Palace in the Peng Lai Immortal Realm. This showed how powerful and powerful the Skewed Moon Chamber of Commerce was. It was said that the Skewed Moon Chamber of Commerce was the most mysterious of the three large chambers of commerce. It seemed to have an extraordinary background.
If this chamber of commerce protected the Sinister Wind Sect, they would definitely be able to overcome the current crisis.
…
At the same time, a million miles away, in the Bone Transformation City.
The Bone Transformation City was located at the foot of the Bone Transformation Mountain. The territory within a hundred thousand miles of the city was ruled by the Bone Transformation Cult.
(To be continued.)
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