Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 908 - 612: The Ancestor Stele Appears!_2

Chapter 908: Chapter 612: The Ancestor Stele Appears!_2

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Including this time, they started by destroying the clan, then asking questions. While their overbearing actions were frightening enough, the nonchalance on those two men’s faces was what truly sent people’s hearts into palpitations.

It was said that after reaching the Union Dao, one would incarnate as a small world, bearing the lives of all beings, and there would always be a little more mercy in one’s heart.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the two Sect Masters from the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect, all creatures seemed as trivial as stray dogs, truly exuding the aura befitting of heaven and earth.

"Stop!"

A bloodshot figure burst out from the mountain, Huang Wenfa charged with an unprecedentedly frenzied demeanor, brandishing his great knife, his legs furiously pounding the ground, he dashed straight toward the heavens!

Yet he had only charged ten steps before being pinned in place by an invisible force, as if bound by vines, completely unable to move.

He could only twist his features in rage, spittle flying as he cursed towards the sky, "You damn beasts, take it out on your grandpa Huang if you’ve got an issue, what kind of skill is it to take your anger out on this precious place!"

A cultivator in the late Earth Realm like him was indistinguishable from the other creatures within the treasure land in the eyes of Situ Fuhai and Shi Lianchang; even his curses were as insignificant as a light cloud and gentle breeze, failing to get the two men to even lift their eyelids.

The towering column finally collapsed.

A brand new Inner Sect heaven and earth slowly entered everyone’s field of view.

Countless disciples and elders stared blankly at the sky, the palms keeping the formation started to tremble.

This was the world that had sheltered them since birth.

And now, it had fallen.

"Still not enough?!" Ye Jiu suddenly turned, the Flowing Light Longsword landed in his hand.

"Enough."

Prince Zi Yang exhaled softly and stepped out from the shelter of the Dragon Ball, "Wait for me here."

"Don’t worry, he’ll be fine," Zi Xian whispered comfortingly to several Southern Hong Sect Leaders.

In this land of Hongze, there were few things her brother couldn’t smooth over, just a matter of needing a proper justification.

Before her words fell, Zi Xian noticed her brother slowing down his pace.

She said anxiously, "Can you stop waiting! Do you want to aggravate people to death?"

"..."

Prince Zi Yang furrowed his brows, staring ahead, and after a moment, turned back to ask, "Who is that?"

Upon hearing this, everyone stepped forward in unison, looking toward the direction of Ban Shan Sect.

Situ Fuhai and Shi Lianchang’s gazes also landed on the same spot.

They saw the exposed Inner Sect of Ban Shan Sect, a towering ancestral hall rapidly collapsing under invisible pressure, turning into dust; the main beams splintered revealing its true form.

Inside the dilapidated hall, a figure sat cross-legged.

His waist-length jet-black hair was disheveled and spread out, his black robes fluttered ever so slightly, the person looked somewhat stooped and looked somewhat bedraggled.

Especially that pale and handsome face, which at this moment, looked despondent like someone suffering from an incurable disease, his eyes bloodshot and carrying a hint of confusion.

The corners of his lips also bore traces of fresh vomit.

He slightly raised his eyes, first sweeping the surroundings, then looking up toward the sky.

Under that bloodshot gaze, Situ Fuhai raised his eyebrows and slowly produced a sundial-like object. Bloodlight shone upon it, casting a shadow.

The shadow spun wildly on the sundial before coming to a halt, pointing directly beneath, right at the figure in the black robe!

"Heh, heh!"

A sinister smile finally appeared on Situ Fuhai’s face, his body leaning forward, his voice deep like a resounding bell, "This Lord asks you—"

His words had just begun when his expression subtly changed.

He saw that within the shattered ancestral hall, the young man in the black robe stood up unhurriedly, as if the invisible pressure was nonexistent to him.

His expression was indifferent, he patted his clothes clean, and when his slender fingers descended, a Golden Rune Mystic Knife appeared in his palm.

The blade hung slantwise to the ground.

The young man lifted his head, his hoarse voice seemed just awakened from slumber, carrying a trace of weariness.

"Shh."

He lifted a finger to his lips, a faint smile played on his lips, he whispered, "Save it for your next life."

With his words drifting away, a brief chill of murderous intent flashed through his elusive smile!

"Tsk."

At that instant, Prince Zi Yang found his answer.

Looking back at the expressions on the faces around him, he felt even more certain of his conclusion.

"You guessed right, this is Shen Yi."

Zi Xian rubbed her forehead forcefully, glaring at him irritably, "Like waiting, do you? Now everything’s over!"

"..."

Prince Zi Yang didn’t quite understand how a cultivator in the Mid Heavenly Realm could kill Yue Gonggui, could make even the proud Ye Jiu show such an expression.

He didn’t understand either how the other dared to utter such wild words to two Sect Masters from the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect.

Obviously, neither did Situ Fuhai nor Shi Lianchang.

The two were momentarily stunned, then their expressions became indifferently cold again, signifying that they were truly angry now, and not just performing for the beings of Western Hong as before.

The Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers Map turned into a sky-covering curtain rolling towards Shen Yi.

Within it, countless figures, as if sensing the call from above, all folded their hands in prayer, beginning an endless chant.

"Dao Imperial suppresses demons!"

To ensure a successful strike, the two used profound Daoist techniques.

Facing the all-enveloping curtain, feeling his Divine Soul being torn apart, Shen Yi lowered his hand, his eyes clouded with a thick fog, the dense fog quickly spread out.

Ten Thousand Tribulations Heartless Path.

Already versed in hardships, achieving a heartless immortal path, how could he be disturbed by such clamor.

The fog swelled against the wind, directly seeping into the map, and then at an invisible speed, frantically enveloped the entire map.

The chanting beings suddenly became numb, their tightly clasped hands gradually losing strength and falling limply, and so it became quiet once again.

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