In Mount Qingcheng, the autumn rain that had lasted for several days had finally stopped, but the gloomy clouds and fog that shrouded the entire mountain had yet to dissipate. White silk fluttered in the wind in the Taoist temple, indicating that a funeral would be held the next day.
Tomorrow would be the seventh day of Wei Wushuang's death, and also the day of his cremation. "Lord of Wanxiang Heavenly Palace", "Taoist Double Talent", "Taoist Fan", "One Elephant Ten Thousand Lives" … No matter how legendary or glorious he was, he would be burned to ashes in the end.
The dead had passed away, and the living could not rest in peace. Unlike some ordinary people who lived like lowly ants and died silently, they were different from ordinary people. Those who could change the world when they were alive could still be of value even in death. Therefore, even though it was already night time, there were still many people preparing for Wei Wushuang's funeral.
Setting up a mourning hall, hanging lanterns, pasting elegiac couplets, arranging the positions of the sects for the ceremony tomorrow …
But only a few people knew that tomorrow's funeral would be a killing formation!
Every spectator's position was meticulously designed. The one who set up the killing formation, the Righteous Sky Alliance's leader, Mu Zixuan, was standing on the peak, wearing a silver crown and a purple robe. The autumn rain had just passed, the sky was washed clean, and the stars were even more resplendent. Mu Zixuan stood under the starlight, alone and lonely, overlooking the crowd that was busily shuttling back and forth like ants, his eyes looking down at the killing formation from above.
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"The leader of the Vajra Sect is rash and violent, so he's the easiest to incite. We can move him forward. Although the Profound Heaven Sect and the Spring and Autumn Sword Tower have old grudges, they've been oppressed for decades and have long lost their courage. We can't rely on them to make the first move, so we have to move him back. The leader of the Vast Qi Sect has always been flexible, so he can use his spells.
"It's a pity that the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in Mount Qingcheng has not recovered because of the Thirteen Heavens Dust Separation Formation. Otherwise, we can arrange a new killing formation with Fengming's help. This killing formation will be even more perfect …"
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The killing formation that was like an inescapable net became more complete in Mu Zixuan's mind. And the target of the killing formation —
"Headmaster, Yue Cangqiong has arrived at Qing City. He will attend the ceremony tomorrow as scheduled." Ce Tianji came from the bottom of the peak and walked forward quickly to deliver the long-awaited message.
"He's finally here." Mu Zixuan's eyes lit up. She raised her head, and her eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. "The Sword Emperor never expected that he would become the culprit behind Wei Wushuang's death. This funeral will not only be held for Wei Wushuang alone."
"Chu Bainiu didn't expect that what he thought was a confession was part of the plan. I arranged for people to use the 'Spirit Attraction Incense' to trigger the Goddess's wildness and lead Ying Feiyang to Jinping Villa. My junior brother didn't have the wisdom to set up a trap, but he had the ability to solve it. He turned Jinping Villa upside down and brought Chu Song back. It was expected. Even if he was also lost in Jinping Mountain Village, the Holy Daughter would not return, and it would definitely attract Su Miao Yin's attention. No matter what happened, it was almost certain that Chu Song would be rescued. Seeing that Chu Song was safe, Chu Bainiu would feel at ease and tell the truth — the truth I made him think! "
"Wei Wushuang is dead, and the Sword Emperor will die tomorrow. Then, I will lead the army to counterattack Kunlun. Ji Fengming, who is eager for revenge, will help me find a way to break the Six Paths of Reincarnation Formation. The Hungry Ghost Path and the Hell Path will fake their defeat and work together to break the formation. Without the Six Paths of Reincarnation Formation, even if Di Lingtian recovers from his injuries, he will not be able to make up for the huge disadvantage in numbers. He will not be able to change the entire situation. As for me, I'll be the hero who killed Di Ling Tian! I'll be the unparalleled leader of the Three Sects and Hundred Clans! All of the Heavenspan Dao, no, all of heaven and earth will be mine! "
???? Mu Zixuan looked up at the sky and spoke. His eyes grew brighter and brighter. His desire and ambition seemed to light up the stars in the sky. The starlight that shone through the ages also fell into his eyes. It reflected a trace of indiscernible confusion in the depths of his eyes.
Ce Tianji also listened quietly. He knew that the youth before him wasn't conceited and revealing his plan. He had just been suppressed for too long, alone for too long, and needed a listener.
"Killing love, betraying master, deceiving friends, abandoning all restraints to step onto this path of no return. Now, I can finally see the end of this path …" Mu Zixuan extended his hand. His gaze was slightly infatuated as he watched the starlight flow between his fingers. He clenched his hand. It was as if he had walked a long road and finally reached the sky. Just a little bit more and he would be able to grasp the originally unreachable stars. "Uncle-Master, do you think I can walk it all by tomorrow?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Mu Zixuan regretted it. He shouldn't have asked. If he did, it would mean that he was wavering. Everyone could waver, but he couldn't.
Ce Tianji could hear his wavering so he responded. He knelt down. It wasn't the courtesy of a disciple to the sect leader, but the courtesy of a ruler and subject. "Of course you can. You are destined to be the ruler of the nine states. You are the 'Emperor of the Purple' that we have been waiting for for a hundred years!"
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The leader of the stars was called "Purple". The one above tens of thousands was called "Emperor". The one who ruled over the stars and controlled the entire universe was the "Emperor of the Purple"!
This was the title the Emperor of the Extreme Star Sky had for their chosen ruler. Saying this also showed Ce Tianji's determination to follow him till death.
Hearing the words "Emperor of the Purple", Mu Zixuan came back to his senses. He no longer hesitated. He chuckled as if mocking himself for wavering just now. "Ha, I asked too much. Get up. There are still some arrangements that need to be perfected."
Ce Tianji stood up and said at the same time, "Emperor of the Purple, what else do you need to do? I am waiting for your orders!"
"Do a divination for me tomorrow … But, you don't need to tell me the result." Mu Zixuan waved his sleeves, turned around and strode out.
Because no matter what the result was, he had to go on this road of no return!
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The side hall of Mount Qingcheng, where the Righteous Sky Alliance was temporarily stationed.
The night was almost over. Tanlang was busy making the final arrangements. Among Mu Zixuan's trusted subordinates, Pojun was rash and impulsive. Qisha's identity was hidden. Only Tanlang was calm and courageous. He was good at both the pen and the sword.
Therefore, he was Mu Zixuan's assistant. He was in charge of Si Tiantai and even many affairs of the Righteous Sky Alliance.
Tomorrow was the most important day. At this time, he was making arrangements layer by layer to ensure that there would be no mistakes in every step of the ceremony.
When he was in a mess, a disciple came in and handed him a piece of paper folded in the middle. "Tanlang, someone sent this letter and asked me to give it to you."
Tanlang put down the document in his hand and said, "Who is it?"
The disciple stammered, "I don't know. It was too dark. I didn't see it clearly. He turned around and left. He only said that you would understand when you read it."
Tanlang looked at the disciple reproachfully, blaming him for not following the rules. He took the paper and opened it.
But when he opened the piece of paper, he saw that it was not a letter as he had thought, but a page of Go records.
The black and white twins intertwined and intertwined. Tanlang was curious. But after reading for a while, his head, which was already swollen because of the many affairs, suddenly became a little dizzy.
"What do I know?" Tanlang rolled the chess record into a ball and threw it to his feet.
At this time, it was already dawn. The first light of dawn had arrived. The crucial day was finally here!
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