Mo Wen had always wondered why Mo Qingtian had asked him to join the Huatian Palace and had taken care of him. Could it be because he was from the Freak Dormitory and was extremely talented? But why did the other people from the Freak Dormitory not join the Huatian Palace? Only now did he understand that it was because of Mo Qingge. Clearly, it was Mo Qingge's idea for him to join the Huatian Palace.
"Are you all ready?" Mo Qingge asked plainly as she glanced at everyone below her.
"We are ready." The veterans of the Senate nodded with solemn expressions. Mo Qingge's words contained another layer of meaning. There were hidden risks in this mission. Were they prepared for what would happen to them after they left?
This was the Huatian Palace's tradition. Before carrying out a mission that was too dangerous, they would first settle their own affairs before setting off.
"Since that is the case, let's do it."
Mo Qingge nodded her head upon hearing this. She waved her sleeves and her silhouette slowly disappeared from her original spot. The next moment, a beam of light enveloped the ground, enveloping everyone within it.
Mo Wen felt his vision blur. The next moment, he appeared in a cave.
He glanced at his surroundings. The surrounding environment was rather familiar. It was the bottom of the cave that he had entered during his last mission. The three experts of the Ghost Lair had also set up an ambush here. Other than him, everyone, including the Senate's elders, had appeared in the cave.
"What a profound cultivation."
Mo Wen was extremely shocked. With just a wave of his hand, he had moved everyone into the cave. He had not felt anything even though they had traveled seven to eight miles.
Moreover, he had not brought one person, but a large group of people.
What was Mo Qingge's cultivation? She could actually do this!
The strongest immortal cultivator that Mo Wen had ever seen was a Branch Leader of the Divine Pill Sect. He had the cultivation of the Tide Changing Realm. Even for him, it would be difficult for him to easily achieve such a long-distance and large-scale shifting of forms.
"Where is the Ten Thousand Soul Banner?" Mo Qingge floated one meter above the ground. Her gaze passed through the crowd and slowly landed on Mo Wen.
"Mo Qingge!"
Mo Wen laughed bitterly. He took out a black fog billowing flag from the medicine spiritual ring and tossed it to Mo Qingge. The flag was surrounded by clouds and fog. Yin energy surged, and the hysterical cries of ghosts and howls of wolves rang out incessantly. Vaguely, one could see malicious ghosts escaping from the flag. However, they were instantly sucked back by a mysterious force. The cycle repeated itself as more and more ghosts appeared and disappeared from the flag.
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner was an evil artifact. It was a famous evil artifact that was commonly seen in the Netherworld. This thing collects the souls of immortal cultivators. Then, he would refine them into malicious spirits and continuously accumulate their power to strengthen the power of the Dharma Artifact.
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Mo Wen's hand contained tens of thousands of souls. There were five hundred vengeful souls of immortal cultivators, and the five main souls were souls of the Primordial Soul Realm. The painstaking effort required to refine a Myriad Soul Banner was unimaginable. This was also the reason why ordinary ghost cultivators could not refine it.
On the way here, Mo Wen knew why Mo Qingtian had asked him for the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
It turned out that the spatial rift discovered by the Ghost Lair was at the bottom of the cave. Originally, space was ownerless. As long as an entrance was found, it was very easy to enter the space.
However, after the Ghost Lair discovered the spatial rift, they greatly modified and strengthened it. In order to prevent accidents from happening, they even asked for the Ghost Lair's ultimate treasure, a genuine Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner was the Ghost Lair's ultimate treasure. It had absorbed the souls of ten thousand immortal cultivators. There were countless souls of the Primordial Soul Realm and above. There were even souls of higher ranks. It was comparable to an ultimate spiritual treasure. The Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Mo Wen's hand could not compare to it.
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner transformed into a ten thousand mile dark cloud that enveloped the entire space, completely sealing off all the entrances. The cleft space was sealed tightly.
If the people of the Huatian Palace forcefully entered the cleft space, not only would they trigger the defense of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, but they would also alert the people of the Ghost Lair inside the cleft space. When that time came, it would most likely be extremely difficult for the people of the Huatian Palace to enter the cleft space.
Perhaps even. The Ghost Lair might cut off the cleft space from the main space in order to ensure that their plan did not fail. They would completely sink into the empty space.
By then, even if the people of the Huatian Palace wanted to find the cleft space, they would most likely not be able to.
Hence, as a precaution, they had brought out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Mo Wen's hand.
Although the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Mo Wen's hand was far inferior to the spiritual treasure Ten Thousand Soul Banner, they came from the same source. Using this item to open up the cleft space would not cause the spiritual treasure Ten Thousand Soul Banner to resist. At the same time, they could also hide from the people of the Ghost Lair and quietly sneak into the cleft space.
"You really are a lucky star."
Mo Qingge looked at Mo Wen meaningfully. Her indifferent expression changed a little. Previously, when she was going through the Massacre Calamity, Mo Wen had sent her the Soul Nurturing Jade to help her through it. Now, he had sent her the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, solving a problem that had given her a headache.
"You really hid it well." Mo Wen laughed at himself. Originally, he had wanted to help Mo Qingge and wholeheartedly search for a solution to the Massacre's Host. However, he did not expect Mo Qingge to actually be such an incredible person. Wasn't his previous actions just showing off in front of an expert?
Mo Qingge had such astonishing cultivation, but she still could not solve the problem of the Massacre's Host. This made him have a new understanding of the terror of the Massacre's Host. Most likely, with his ability, he would not be able to cure such a terrifying physique.
Mo Qingge extended her hand and beckoned. The Hundred Soul Banner appeared in her hand. She pointed her finger forward and circles of ripples suddenly spread out. The calm space was like a lake in autumn. Someone had thrown a stone into it and the circles of ripples spread out quietly.
Suddenly, a fissure that alternated between black and white appeared in front of everyone. The fissure was unpredictable and changed in an instant. It seemed to hide endless mysteries of space. No one could see the principle behind the fissure.
Mo Wen laughed bitterly and helplessly. Who would have thought that there would actually be a fissure in space hidden in such a place? Other than factions like the Huatian Palace and the Ghost Lair, most people would not be able to find such a thing at all. No wonder he had thought that he had come here for nothing the last time.
Mo Qingge flicked her finger and the Hundred Soul Banner turned into a black shadow with a whoosh. It instantly burrowed into the fissure.
The next moment, black fog emerged from the fissure and slowly formed a large door. The large door was surrounded by black fog and there was a cold skull on the lintel of the door.
"Go in," Mo Qingge ordered. She took the lead and flew into the skull door.
The group of people from the Huatian Palace behind her entered one after another. When everyone passed through the skull door, their silhouettes completely disappeared into the black fog.
Mo Wen's vision was filled with black fog. After about ten seconds, his vision gradually became clear. Before he could see his surroundings clearly, a chill surged into his heart. He actually felt cold.
Ever since he had cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Technique and Nine Yin Divine Technique to the eighth level, he had never felt cold or hot again. Even those Martial Arts Grandmasters who cultivated Cold Techniques could not give him such a feeling.
"Such a thick Yin Qi."
Mo Wen scanned his surroundings and discovered that he was surrounded by an empty and dark space. There were green colored air currents swirling in the space continuously. Those air currents were actually the purest Yin Qi. Could it be that he could feel a chill in this space?
This space should not be big. On the surface, he could not see the end of it. However, he knew that that was just a visual effect. If he used his Deified Soul Power to sense, he would very quickly be able to sense the surrounding space barriers.
This space was probably the size of a city. In the center, there was a huge group of palaces. They were built in the style of ancient Hua Xia and were exceptionally dignified and solemn.
The group of people from the Huatian Palace had just entered this space when an ear-piercing alarm immediately sounded from the group of palaces. Clearly, the members of the Ghost Lair had already discovered them.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the heavens and the earth darkened. An incomparably huge and oppressive will charged down from the sky, viciously enveloping everyone's heads.
This was the first time Mo Wen had felt such a frightening might. He was almost pressed to the ground by the formless power.
Fortunately, Mo Qingge's body slowly released rays of light. Wherever the rays of light passed, all the pressure disappeared.
"Damn it. Thieves from the Huatian Palace, how did you break in?"
An exasperated voice sounded in the darkness. The next moment, a mass of black Qi in the sky slowly gathered. After twisting a few times, a fat elder with a big belly appeared above everyone's heads.
The elder swept a glance at the people below. His expression instantly became extremely serious. There were actually more than ten auras among them that were not weaker than his.
"Kill!"
Mo Qingge did not waste her breath. She only said one word. An unparalleled killing intent emanated from her body. It actually scared the fat elder so much that he retreated a hundred meters.
"This person is Chu Hun, one of the commanders of the Ghost Lair. We have some grudges with him before. I will deal with this person."
An elder in green walked out from the group of people from the Huatian Palace. This person's clothes fluttered in the wind and his body flashed with spiritual light. He was clearly an immortal cultivator in the Primordial Soul Realm.
"You bunch of damned bugs. I really did not expect that you would actually be able to find your way here and even sneak in right under my nose."
In the sky, a silhouette slowly appeared. The person was two meters tall and was rather burly. Once he appeared, the clouds in the sky churned unceasingly.
This was a middle-aged man in white robes. His appearance was rough. What was surprising was that there was a faint crimson moon in his eyes. There was a slit between his brows that looked like a closed vertical eye. This person held an ancient mirror in his left hand and a black flag in his right. The moment he appeared, his gaze was fixed on Mo Qingge.
When the group of veterans from the Huatian Palace saw this person, their expressions changed slightly. They all knew this person. He was the commander of the Ghost Lair. He was a terrifying existence in the Tide Changing Realm. His cultivation was astonishing and he could crush them to death with a single finger.
"How did you find your way here?" The middle-aged man asked curiously. This spatial slit was so well hidden, yet it had actually been discovered by the Huatian Palace.
"Commander Chu Xiao, you caused such a huge commotion right under the nose of the Huatian Palace. Do you think we are all blind?" Mo Qingge said lightly.
"You are Mo Qingge. I know you. In recent years, you have been like the sun in the sky in the Huatian Palace. I heard that even that old thing, Jing Que, respects you."
The crimson moon in Chu Xiao's eyes grew brighter. Circles of cold air moved with the wind. He only had eyes for Mo Qingge. Other than her, it seemed that everyone else was not worth mentioning. (To be continued.)
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