C84 (1/2)
The mysterious grey robed elder's figure lingered in the heart of Candle Jiu Yin, just like a curtain that was placed in front of him, preventing him from seeing the truth of the matter. Fortunately, his inner force was depleted and he recovered quickly.
Inside the Devil Realm's Devil Palace, the sword hilt had dismissed all of the demonic disciples, leaving behind only Candle Jiu Yin.
”I heard that he's been recuperating from his injuries ever since he returned from the Qing Qiu Mountains. What's going on?” ”This …” The man with the sword in the ruler's brow voiced out the question that he had always suppressed in his heart. If you join hands with the Undead Shadow, who in Qing Qiu Mountain can hurt you? Could it be that Old Daoist Yan personally took action? ”
He continued in a low voice, ”Devil Ancestor, we had originally put Shen Jingyang to death, but suddenly a mysterious old man dressed in grey appeared out of nowhere. His cultivation was extremely deep, and we were not his match at all, he defeated us in just a few moves …”
”I heard that the Undead Shadow was heavily injured?”
”Yes, he took a heavy punch from that grey-clothed old man. He should be recovering soon, so I'm afraid he won't be needed for this period of time.”
”Hmph, I think the value of keeping him here isn't that high, so just let him fend for himself, as long as it doesn't affect our matters.” Towards the chess piece of abandoning the undead, his sword-like eyebrows acted as if nothing had happened, and he didn't even need to consider it before frowning, ”That gray-clothed old man, did you see his face clearly?”
”I did see him clearly, he had a full white beard, a slightly fat body, and his moves were strangely fast,” Candle Jiu Yin thought of the short few moves he had with the gray-clothed old man, and his face immediately turned cold, shivering slightly, ”Jiu Yin has never seen this person, nor have he seen this kind of move, in his many years in the Six Realms.”
”White hair!” His figure was slightly fat! ”Old man Grey-cloth!” The ruler shaped brows thought to himself as his mind quickly searched for experts from the six realms, especially those from the Qing Qiu Mountain. ”With my understanding of the Qing Qiu Mountains, it seems that I have yet to find such a person. Who exactly is it?”
”Could it be … could it be him?!” The sword ruler's eyebrow suddenly jumped, its eyes were wide open, and its body actually trembled slightly.
Zhu Jiuyin looked at the mysterious expression on Jian Bian's face, and thought to himself, just who is this old man? How did he cause the Devil Ancestor to panic like this? ”Devil Ancestor, just who is he?”
”Yes, it could very well be him!” The sword ruler's brows furrowed as it turned around. With a sinister gaze, its eyes flickered as it looked at the desolate scene of winter outside the palace. It was silent, and its face was filled with solemn fear. Upon seeing this, Candle Jiu Yin did not dare to ask any further, and could only stand quietly at the side.
After a long while, the ruler of his brows opened his mouth and said in a sinister tone, ”Jiuyin, do you know of the QIng Qiu Mountains, the first generation Elder of Taixuan's, Luo Xu Gu?”
”Rumor has it that after he resigned from the position of elder in the Six Realms, he went to the Eastern Wastelands to seek enlightenment. He should have died there.”
”Humph, low-level illusion technique. For the next eight hundred years, there have been rumors of his whereabouts all the time, but for the past hundred years, it seems that he has disappeared without a trace, and there are no more rumors regarding him.”
”This... Does it matter? ”
”I suspect that the immortal old Daoist Luo Xu Valley has always been in the Qing Qiu Mountains. That old man in the grey cloth should be him!” The sword ruler's eyebrow's voice was sonorous and powerful.
Candle Jiu Yin was alarmed, as if she was about to jump up, ”Will...” Could it be like this? He actually survived for a thousand years? ”
”Don't look down on the mortal world. Cultivators in Taixuan can extend their lifespan, and their lifespan is longer than that of ordinary people. The elders of Taixuan's successive generations of elders are also proficient in the art of cultivation, so it's normal for them to live for a few hundred years. However, what was the intention of this grey clothed old man appearing at this moment? Is there some motive? ” Now, with just a few words from Zhu Jiuyin, he was unable to dispel the dense fog. He could only instruct Zhu Jiuyin to be even more careful.
”Oh, that's right. How is your conversation with Taishang City's Daoist Master Su Wu?” The ruler shaped eyebrows were always talking about the gray-clothed old man, but he almost forgot about proper business.
”Devil Ancestor is wise, as you expected, that Li Zongyin agreed readily. It seems that Grandmaster Taixuan is also like that, his desire for power and status is no less than others.”
”That's good. It seems like we have another chess piece, and this is going to be the most useful chess piece. We should figure out how to use them …”
Within the Demon Palace, waves of evil and malevolent laughter lingered in the cold and dense twilight winter. It was like frost that was about to condense into sin, turning into filth, unbearable, evil, and blood in the pure and clean snow.
The Demon Palace was filled with an aura of conspiracy. In the Great Wastelands, a thousand miles away, the Lone Star Young Master, Yun Jiu Tang, was in a different environment.
The Great Wastelands was a magical land that spanned across the west side of Taixuan and Lingchuan. It was filled with desert walls, rocky beaches, swamps, mountains, each step changing the weather. Every step was filled with danger. Even though the environment in the Wasteland was harsh and there were not many people around all year round, the Mysterious Blood Grass growing on the mountain was coveted by the Six Realms. Profound Blood Grass, a type of divine grass with dark red skin and narrow leaves. It had the miraculous effect of healing wounds and recovering one's internal energy after being used for three hundred years. For thousands of years, people had yearned to obtain the Profound Blood Grass, even if it was just a few stalks. However, no one dared to step foot into the Wasteland easily. A hundred years ago, in order to obtain the Profound Blood Grass, Demon Lord Qi Nu sent a hundred Demon Apostles into the Wasteland. After that, no one had any thoughts of entering and exiting the Wasteland to gather the Mysterious Blood Grass anymore.
After several days of arduous trekking, Yun Jiu Tang, Gu Xue Luo, and Murong Ming finally arrived at the edge of the Wasteland. Staring at the boundless yellow wasteland, his gaze was filled with rocks and swamps everywhere. It was as if he was a desolate wasteland that had fallen into ruin, filled with the most primitive fear and malevolence.
Standing in front of the Savage Land, Yun Jiu Tang felt that he was so tiny. At this moment, an inexplicable sense of fear arose in his heart, as if this feeling was even stronger and stronger than the one he felt when he entered the vast ocean to exterminate the Qiong Qi. After all, the person he was interested in was also around. He had to take care of her safety and not let her suffer even the slightest bit.
”This wasteland is so strange, it's even more dangerous than the vast ocean.”
Yun Jiuchang sighed, ”I never thought that the Great Wastelands would have such a magical scene. It's the most savage scene in the entire Six Realms. I shall die without regrets if I am to make this trip.”