Since the Platanus Sect knew that Su Ziye had been assassinated in Yizhou, there was no reason that the Kunlun Sect didn't know about it until today. I'll revise it after this chapter is updated. Of course, this is only a minor issue, so you don't have to read it again. Ah, it seems that the secret that I don't have a manuscript has been exposed … So it's not easy for me. Students, I'm under a lot of pressure every day. I think you won't mind if I play around with the title of the chapter today. Crack, crack, crack, crack.
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Amid the dreadful screams, Song Qianji called out his magic treasure and leaped into the sky, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
The glazed sword hovered in the air, not pursuing him.
Looking at the bloody rain, He Wei showed a cold expression in his eyes.
Song Qianji's body was pierced through, and his Dao Tree and Sword Pill were destroyed. There was no sign of life left in him. He fell to the ground after flying one hundred feet, no longer breathing.
He Wei waved his sleeve a few times, and a few sparks drifted over and turned into a blazing flame, burning Song Qianji's corpse to ashes in an instant.
It was still quiet in the bloody valley ten miles away. The people of the Mysterious Dark Sect should have already found out what had happened here, but nobody came out to check it out.
It was hard for the Mysterious Dark Sect to find a swordsman who could resist He Wei directly.
He Wei leaped up in the air with his sleeve tousling. Soon, he arrived at a high altitude in the sky. The bloody valley became a red line in his vision, and the boundless Cold Mountain was under his feet.
A jade-like glow appeared in the eastern sky, its energy profound and mysterious; it was hard to perceive its Cultivation state.
He Wei squinted slightly and bowed in that direction, "Greetings, Bai Zhenren."
"No need to be so polite, Cultivationist He."
A mild voice came out from the jade-like glow.
He Wei said nothing more. He sat on the cloud with his legs crossed, recuperating with his eyes closed.
The Cold Mountain was still as quiet as before. No signs of activity could be seen within a radius of several thousand square miles, save for the occasional Mongolian goat among the wild grass and the cold willows.
Of course, what he saw was not entirely true.
This was the most dangerous place in Chaotian. It was unclear how many demons and devils were hiding in the deep and gloomy valleys, behind the formations and under the ground.
If it had been any other cultivator, they would have been attacked by He Wei arrogantly looking down from above.
However, He Wei's realm was too strong, and the people of the evil sects were not willing to provoke him.
Most importantly, the wife of the head of Zhongzhou School was here. Who would dare to come out and court death?
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The deepest part of the Scarlet Canyon was still a plain and dry cliff, but there were many buildings on the cliff protected by the formation.
Compared to the Xuanyin Sect's headquarters that was destroyed by Aoyama Sect, the current Xuanyin Sect's headquarters was far inferior in every aspect. However, it was still very difficult to break through.
The pillars of the Dark Yin Palace were made of black jade and emitted a faint smell of blood. There was also some sort of dryness hidden deep within.
In the deepest part of the hall was a curtain made of Heavenly Blood Pearls, and behind it was a soft couch.
A middle-aged man was lying on the bed, exuding an elegant aura, his eyes and brows sharp. He was the Sect Master of the Mysterious Dark Sect, Su Qige.
He had been paralyzed for many years because of going mad, but he was still alive after the internal strife at the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Gao Ya was the only remaining elder of the seventh generation at the Mysterious Dark Sect. He was very thin, his cheeks dry, as if he had lost all of his vitality. However, if one looked into the deep part of his eyes, one would find a strong ambition and desire.
Looking at the two blinding white glows on the formation diagram, he asked with a grave expression, "Sect Master, what do you think?"
Su Qige glanced at Gao Ya once, and said nonchalantly, "Since it is Bai Zhenren who is going to do it himself, what else can we do? All we can do is wait for our death."
Gao Ya sneered, "If these old scoundrels could break the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Banners, our sect would have been wiped out a long time ago, and we wouldn't have to wait until today."
Su Qige closed his eyes, saying no more.
Gao Ya looked at a young man and said solemnly, "Don't be afraid, Young Master. Even the Heavenly Arrival Fairy Man can't break the Great Formation of our mountain gate."
The young man walked slowly to the window and looked at the reddened sky due to the heat of the fire source. "What do that Bai Zhenren and the Sect Master of Kunlun intend to do?" he asked.
"They must have learned of what had happened at the gate a few days ago, so they came here to demonstrate their strength. As the saying goes, the orthodox and deviant sects can't coexist. Young Master, you have to get used to this kind of situation."
Gao Ya said this while looking at the back of the young man, a mocking expression showing in his eyes.
You are merely a puppet, so why are you thinking about these things? Do you really think you are the master of the Mysterious Dark Sect?
The young man turned around. It turned out that he was Shi Fengchen's adopted son, Wang Xiaoming.
It was unclear what kind of fortuitous encounter he had after he left Zhaoge City that allowed him to practice the deviant methods and become the young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
He didn't see the mocking expression in Gao Ya's eyes a moment ago, but it didn't stop him from coming up with the idea that this person should be killed.
Then, he looked at the Sect Master of the Mysterious Dark Sect, Su Qige, wondering if he should kill this person.
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The devil men of the deviant sects on the Cold Mountain had all sensed the arrival of the Sect Master of the Kunlun, He Wei, and the Principal of the Zhongzhou School, Bai Zhenren.
They didn't know why these two important figures of the orthodox sects showed up here or what they wanted to do; but fear never needed a reason.
The sects with the Great Formations of their mountain gates increased the strength of their formations as fast as they could; and the free-traveling practitioners who didn't had to flee to the underground.
Those remaining members of the Bloody Demon Church who had been hiding for many years tried their best to fly to the deep part of the underground caves, even though they knew it was dangerous ahead.
There were innumerable caves under Chaotian, many of which could lead to the Underworld. However, the passages were too narrow and the natural forbidding formations were too strong, so only the weakest traveling souls could pass through them. The powerful devil men like the disciples of the Underworld Master could only appear in the human world by projecting themselves, like what had happened in the Mingcui Valley.
There were only a few places that could be called the passage between the ground and the Underworld. Besides the well-known Huge Whirlpool, another place was the Gathered-Soul Valley on the Cold Mountain. However, it had been sealed off by the Zhongzhou School many years ago, and only some lucky devil men of the Underworld could pass through it occasionally. The other place was not far away from the East Ocean.
There was a pit in the green valley.
The pit was deep and gloomy, its bottom unknown.
This place was called the Heavenly Well.
No practitioner knew why it was called by this name.
Shui Yue Nunnery lived on the mountain a few miles away from the Heavenly Well, so he could suppress the devil men of the Underworld who came out from the well at any time.
To put it more precisely, the outstanding Divine Nun of the East Ocean built this Shui Yue Nunnery here many years ago in order to suppress the devil men of the Underworld.
Chaotian had been peaceful for more than two hundred years. The activities of the Underworld had decreased significantly, and they had almost disappeared in the last few decades.
The Heavenly Well had been quiet for many years.
One spring day, the quietness here was suddenly broken.
A dozen disciples of Shui Yue Nunnery escorted a small green curtain sedan to the well. In the sedan was the great grandmaster of Shui Yue Nunnery.
A moment later, the golden cloud rose against the morning sunlight, and the lotus boat landed slowly. The Chief Monk of the Guocheng Temple and the Principal Justice, Master Duhai, led eighteen ascetic monks to the side of the Heavenly Well.
The recitation of the scripts rang out, echoing in the green valley.
The scripts emitting a faint golden glow formed a net that looked like a kasaya, drifting slowly toward the pit.
Countless sizzling sounds rang out in the Heavenly Well, as if cold water had been poured on a burning hot knife.
Countless traveling souls had died instantly.
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