When the ink-colored coffin was exposed to the sunlight …
In the end, the coffin stopped and floated in place, as if hesitating about something.
Perhaps it was because he had spent too much time in the depths of the darkness.
Suddenly arriving in the outside world made him a little uncomfortable.
After floating for a while, a heavy sigh came from the coffin.
…
Quiet and secluded hut.
Si Wuya was resting with his eyes closed.
After Ye Zhixing finished reading the letter, he bowed and said, "Cult Master, the five mice are dead. Their corpses are at the foot of Golden Court Mountain."
Si Wuya appeared calm as he asked, "Who killed him?"
"A white-haired, white-clothed woman … I have no other information."
At this moment.
Si Wuya opened his eyes and said, "Sixth Senior Sister …"
When Ye Zhixing heard this, he exclaimed in shock, "It's the Evil Sky Pavilion's Mister Sixth?"
Si Wuya smiled and said, "Find out where she is. I'd like to meet her."
"Yes."
Ye Zhixing continued, "I have one more thing to report."
"Speak."
"After the chaos in Upper Prime City, Shen Du sent an army to quell it. General Shang, who was originally guarding the city, died. When Sect Master Yu learned about this, he was overjoyed. A month ago, he led 10,000 men from the Nether Sect to attack the Righteous Sect. The Righteous Sect was defeated, and their leader, Zhang Yuanshan, was nowhere to be found. Now, the Righteous Sect's territory has been taken over by the Nether Sect, "Ye Zhixing said.
When Si Wuya heard this, he sighed and said, "Eldest Senior Brother, you're too impatient … There's no need for this. Based on my initial plan, Zhang Yuanshan wouldn't have been able to escape."
"Sect Master Yu doesn't care about Zhang Yuanshan's life or death," Ye Zhixing said.
"You have to pull out the roots when cutting the grass … Eldest Senior Brother is not thorough enough."
"Sect Master is wise."
Ye Zhixing did not leave after his flattery.
Si Wuya asked in confusion, "Is there anything else?"
"Sect Master, you're so supportive of Sect Master Yu. If Mister Second gets angry …"
"I will explain to Second Senior Brother. Don't worry."
Ye Zhixing nodded and said, "The Nether Sect's influence is growing … I'm worried that your contributions will overshadow the sect master."
Since ancient times, those who achieved great feats did not have a good ending.
This was the role Si Wuya was playing at this moment.
He had unconditionally and even spared no effort in helping the Nether Sect in the dark. That was how the Nether Sect had its current strength.
Although Sect Master Yu had promised him generous terms, Si Wuya had rejected all of them.
The relationship between them was indeed that of fellow disciples, and the friendship between them was far better than an ordinary relationship. The problem was, Yu Zhenghai had the ambition to conquer the world. Such a person, if he did not have the heart of an emperor, how could he rule the world?
Si Wuya turned to look at Ye Zhixing and asked, "Zhixing, what do you think the purpose of a cultivator's existence is?"
Ye Zhixing was slightly taken aback.
He didn't expect the Sect Leader to suddenly ask such a question. To speak abstrusely is very abstruse, but to answer in a pretentious manner is insincere, and to answer casually seems superficial.
"Let's talk freely," Si Wuya said.
"Sect Master, this subordinate believes that the purpose of a person stepping into the cultivation realm is to increase their strength. How strong you are, how big your appetite is, "Ye Zhixing said.
Si Wuya nodded. He sat down slowly and asked,
"You're right to understand it that way. If there is a chance in the future … I will tell you something else. "
"Yes, Sect Master."
…
One day later.
At the foot of Golden Court Mountain.
Under Hua Wudao's orders, the Evil Sky Pavilion's female cultivators patrolled the area.
Sizzle.
Sizzle!
The female cultivators were attracted by the noise coming from the barrier. They looked up.
As far as their eyes could see, the blue barrier was visibly rippling.
This made them feel uneasy.
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng hung from a tree branch as they looked into the distance.
"Pavilion Master, the old senior is cultivating in seclusion. Is he planning to absorb the remaining power of the barrier?" Zhou Jifeng asked.
"That's hard to say …"
"If that's the case, I hope the barrier's power can last for a little longer."
Pan Zhong looked at Zhou Jifeng and asked, "Do you regret it?"
"Never," Zhou Jifeng replied.
Pan Zhong looked at the female cultivators nearby. His gaze fell on Zhou Jifeng again as he said, "If you're asked to die, would you?"
"Brother Pan, you're really something. You're trying to get information out of me …" Zhou Jifeng rolled his eyes.
While the two of them were chatting …
"What's that?"
Zing!
The Evil Sky Pavilion's female cultivators drew their swords. They looked at the black dot in the distance as though they were facing a great enemy.
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng looked over at the same time.
In the distant sky, a black dot was slowly flying toward them.
As it got closer, the black dot gradually turned into a black square.
When it got closer, they could see that it was a black cuboid … It was a coffin!
Zhou Jifeng's eyes widened. "Brother Pan, this is the first time I've seen someone travel like this … Have you seen it before?"
Pan Zhong's eyes widened as well. He gulped and said, "No … I've never seen it before."
"How did he travel? Did he dig a hole under the coffin? "Zhou Jifeng gradually calmed down, but he still frowned.
Pan Zhong remained the same. "You're asking me … Who should I ask?"
The female cultivators retreated to the entrance of Golden Court Mountain and formed three rows.
Zhou Jifeng leaped down and stood in front of the others. He turned and said, "You, go back and report this to the elders."
"Understood."
At this moment, Pan Zhong leaped down and stood side by side with Zhou Jifeng.
The coffin lowered its altitude and flew toward them at a low altitude.
The surroundings of the coffin seemed to be wrapped in a special gust of Stellar Energy.
Peculiar black smoke rose from the coffin.
As it flew, it drifted backward with the wind like a black tail. It was a terrifying sight.
Whoosh!
The coffin picked up speed and arrived before the crowd like a gust of wind.
Then, it stopped and hovered in the air.
The crowd did not dare to breathe loudly as they stared at the coffin with wide eyes.
They had never seen a coffin make an entrance like this in their lives.
Now that they saw it, they were nervous and afraid.
Perhaps it was human nature to revere things like coffins, so when they saw the coffin, they were at a loss and didn't know what to do.
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
After an unknown period of time, the coffin finally spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Golden Court Mountain."
The coffin moved slightly.
Zhou Jifeng suppressed his nervousness. He cupped his fists and said, "May … may I know if you're … Old Senior Gong?"
"You're nervous." The voice from the coffin was deep and teasing.
"This …"
How could he not be nervous?
Gong Yuandu sighed and said, "After so many years, I'm still not qualified for Brother Ji to personally welcome me … I'm ashamed, ashamed."
"…" Zhou Jifeng and Pan Zhong looked embarrassed.
"Lead the way …" Gong Yuandu said.
"Old Senior Gong … The pavilion master is not feeling well. Can we come another day?" Pan Zhong asked boldly.
"Hm?"
The coffin hovered in the air.
It was above everyone's heads.
The fluctuation of Primal Qi around the coffin was much stronger than before.
A muffled laugh rang in the air.
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