Chapter 363 (1/2)
”Elder Xiong we have locked the exits as you have instructed, the phantoms won't be able to enter.”
”What did you call me?”
”El… I mean Patriarch!”
”Yes, that's better.”
A smaller group of about a hundred shadowy cultivators were in a large spacious cavern. The glowing moss on the walls was illuminating this place with a greenish light.
”Listen to me, my brothers and sisters. Our old sect might have been destroyed but that doesn't matter, we shall rebuild and create a new one. We will rise from the ashes and become more powerful than ever!”
The group of cultivators that were here were the remnants of one of the evil sects that had previously attacked the Thunderball Hall. They weren't fully involved as their previous patriarch had just gone with an old friend to aid him.
”I must apologize to all of you, my idiot brother brought this upon us.”
”It's not Patriarch's fault, no one knew that such a monster was hiding in that righteous sect.”
Everyone nodded as they were informed of one of the other sects going down in only an hour. This white-haired devil was seen destroying everything in his paths and not even the great formations could stop them.
”We will be safe here, we will send a party out to search for a new sect location for us.”
”How about we go to the lower reaches and take over one of the lesser sects? With our dark arts, we could easily make their weak cultivators do our biddings.”
”Not a bad plan brother, it would save us from having to hide in this place but for now we need to… What was that?”
They were an evil sect that somewhat knew how to evade the evil phantoms outside. This didn't mean that they would be able to contend with the stronger ones.
The only thing that was protecting them were a few old treasures and this safe house that had been built by their ancestors. Most of the people here didn't know how to repair the formations that kept the evil souls away. If they suffered a massive earthquake and this place collapsed they would be doomed.
”Don't worry, this is normal, the shadowlands are surrounded by a storm of death. That's probably what's making a ruckus outside.”
The people from the evil sect made their way into this place through a set of tunnels even before they reached the shadowlands. They had collapsed the exit for now out of fear but there were other pathways that they could use after everything had settled.
”What is that thumping? Is it getting closer?”
The rumbling stopped for a moment but then they started hearing a strange sound coming from one of the walls. It was as if someone was hitting it with a sledgehammer while being quite far away.
”No it's impossible… could someone really be outside?”
The wall started to shake and the cultivators that were gathered here took out their weapons. The Patriarch moved forward as he was the strongest master here, in his hand a special medallion that had a purple shine to it.
”It might be one of the death beasts, get ready even if it enters here it will be weakened by the formation, it should not break just from this.”
There were several hiding spots that he could use while the phantoms were busy devouring his sect members. He knew well that if the walls were destroyed the formation would start weakening and the only thing he should do was to flee.
Then finally with one last hit, a small hole was blasted through the thick wall. He was ready to use the item in his hand to try to stall the evil spirits and then to flee. Instead of evil spirits, there was something else that greeted his eyes. It was the face of an unknown cultivator with snow-white hair.
”Ah, there you are. You know that you really shouldn't place a spirit protection array in the middle of nowhere, it's quite easy to sense with nothing else around.”
”T-the Thunderball Hall ancestor? But how!?”
”Oh, I almost forgot that they are calling me that? Well, this will make things easy, give me all of your spirit stones and treasures and you might still live to the next day.”
Zhang Dong forced his way into the inside of this cave and his radiant aura filled it with light. Inside the group of ghoulish-looking cultivators started feeling dizzy the moment they felt the overwhelming aura of good.
”W-what is this…”
The new sect Patriarch was only a Supreme Saint at the middle stage which made him far weaker than this man here. The evil medallion that he was holding out shattered almost instantly as it was pushed back by the holy powers.