Above the ancestral ground's Purple Firmament Hall, Li Huo Old Ancestor used up all his Qi to ignite the Nan Ming Li Fire before launching a final attack at Luo Que and Qian Lingzi. However, the two Upper Realm mighty figures were not to be trifled with. Seeing the wisp of True Fire floating towards them, their expressions did not relax. They each took out their own Spirit Weapons and hurriedly conjured them to attack the incoming True Fire.
After four flashes of light, two flames were ignited in the sky. The power of the spells caused two strong gales to sweep everything in the area away. Everything within a radius of a thousand miles was affected.
With the Purple Firmament Hall as the center, the Li Fire Sect's hinterland was not spared. They were all swept away by the gales. After nearly a quarter of an hour, the hurricane in the sky slowly dissipated.
Following that, Luo Que and Qian Lingzi's appearances were revealed. However, the two of them were not in a good situation. After descending to the Lower Realm, they were gradually being suppressed by the realm's power. The spiritual pressure around them was clearly suppressed to the early stages of the Divine Transformation Realm.
Although they could still use some mystic techniques to forcefully cast powerful spells, they would suffer a stronger backlash from the realm's power. Hence, they would not use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
As for the remaining Li Fire Sect cultivators, they were all dead. Other than the two boys, Heng Jian and Ba Dao, who had left the battlefield early on, there was not a single person to be seen.
Luo Que looked around in the sky and revealed a sneer. He then extended his Spirit Sense to search for the whereabouts of the seal. As for Qian Lingzi, he frowned. Clearly, his true strength was weaker than Luo Que's. If not for the realm's power suppressing their cultivation levels to the early stages of the Divine Transformation Realm, Luo Que would have turned around and killed him.
After ten breaths, Luo Que retracted his three-headed and six-armed Asura Dharma Body. After choosing a direction, his figure flashed and flew away. He opened his mouth and muttered a few words.
When Qian Lingzi heard this, his face twitched. After thinking for a while, when Luo Que's figure could no longer be seen, he slowly took out a jade slip and wrote some words on it. Then, he slowly took it out and sent it directly into the realm channel above his head. It seemed that he was unsure if he should send a message to the Upper Spirit Realm.
Later on, after sizing up the Li Fire Sect ancestral grounds, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times in disdain. Following that, he flew towards the direction Luo Que had left in. From the looks of it, he was staring at Luo Que, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
After the two of them left, there seemed to be some movement somewhere in the ancestral land. Yi Tian turned his gaze in that direction and saw a figure scurrying out of a ruin. It was Eldest Senior Brother Gu Hui.
However, at this time, he had already lost his usual vigor, and his face showed some despair. After a while, his whole body began to tremble violently, and a black Spirit Qi slowly rose from his dantian, wrapping his whole body. After ten breaths, the black Spirit Qi dispersed, revealing a strange appearance.
Yi Tian focused his eyes and said in astonishment, "Gu Hui has entered the demonic path."
From the looks of it, this Eldest Senior Brother had suffered a huge blow, and the fear had completely released the inner demons deep in his heart. Now, he was no longer the Gu Hui of the past. His eyes were filled with the anger of vengeance, as well as some indignation. It gave people goosebumps just looking at him.
After a while, the black Spirit Qi on Gu Hui's body was slowly absorbed back into his body through his seven orifices. His entire body returned to normal, but his eyes still retained a strange red color.
Following that, he used his movement technique to rush towards the Western Equipment Pavilion. Needless to say, it was obvious that he was blinded by vengeance. He wanted to reorganize the remnant factions of the Li Fire Sect. Of course, the first thing he needed to do was to verify their identities, and the most direct method was to seize power.
Upon seeing this, Yi Tian had a new understanding of Gu Hui. It turned out that this Eldest Senior Granduncle was also a pitiful person. After seeing the Patriarch die tragically, he fell into the demonic path.
He remembered the clues he found in Yi Huashan's cave. Back then, Gu Hui had sent a disciple to Dong Ao to ask the Patriarch for the Yin-Yang Dichroic Mirror. From the looks of it, his Patriarch had long known of his change.
What happened next did not require him to follow him. At this moment, he looked up and saw the crack in the world above his head rapidly shrink, until it turned into a point of light before completely disappearing into the void.
The ascension platform's runic patterns on the square immediately stopped circulating. Following that, the entire Li Fire Sect's ancestral grounds' defensive array automatically activated, protecting a radius of a thousand miles.
Yi Tian flew high into the sky and surveyed his surroundings. He saw that the defensive array was the present seal. In the sect's hinterlands, array nodes lit up one after another. On careful look, they were the main locations of the inner sect. They involved the alchemy hall, the artifact hall, the spiritual plant garden, the cultivation hall, the Spirit Pet Hall, etc.
After a while, the mirror image did not end. Yi Tian pricked up his eyebrows and immediately thought to himself, "Could it be that there is still some important information left behind that no one knows?"
Just as he was thinking, a purple point of light suddenly flashed high in the sky. Yi Tian looked towards the point of light and realized that it was Patriarch Li Fire's intrinsic artifact, the Purple Firmament Cup. At this moment, without the support of spiritual energy, the item rapidly plummeted from the sky and landed on the ground. After the remnant spiritual energy on the spiritual artifact dissipated, it turned into an ordinary oil lamp. From the looks of it, it had fallen to the fourth rank.
Yi Tian followed the trajectory of the Purple Firmament Cup and flew to the spot where it landed. After a careful search, he did not find the Purple Firmament Cup. Immediately, a troubled look suffused his face. The images left behind by the phantom images seemed to point directly to the Patriarch's spiritual artifact. However, for it to land like this, it should be in the vicinity, unless someone had beaten him to it.
As he continued watching, the phantom image seemed to fast-forward through time. Until one day, it was inadvertently picked up by a cultivator who came in before. The final scene of the phantom image stopped at the cultivator's face. Yi Tian took a careful look and laughed in his heart, "Isn't this the young He Weiming?"
So the last time he was lucky enough to enter the seal, he had inadvertently found the Purple Firmament Cup left behind by the Patriarch. However, without the Nan Ming Li Fire, there was no way to activate it. It would probably take some effort to search for this spiritual artifact.
Fortunately, he had some private transactions with He Weiming. When the time came, he could use this to break through the barrier and retrieve the item.
At this point, the entire phantom image came to an end. From it, Yi Tian experienced the rise and fall of the Li Fire Sect three thousand years ago. As for how the demonized Gu Hui seized power, as well as how Luo Que and Qian Lingzi disappeared from the Tian Lan Continent, there was no way to know.
However, Yi Tian still had some doubts. Why was it that he could only hear Patriarch Li Fire's voice in the entire scene? Furthermore, it seemed like only the Patriarch noticed his arrival. It was as if he had specially made a trip here to inform him of the information.
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