Guiyuanzi was not afraid of death, but if David’s soul in his arms was also taken by the Heavenly Venerable, then he would become a sinner, the sinner of the entire Daoist sect.
Qingqiu put down his teacup and shook his head. “Get up. I was the one who took the initiative to help you. I didn’t do it for you, but for David. After all, he also has the blood of my Fox King clan in him.”
Gui Yuanzi stood up, looked at Qingqiu, his eyes red, “Your Majesty, the guardian in the Chaos Secret Realm is too strong. I can’t beat him, and I can’t get the Chaos Elixir.”
Qingqiu was silent for a moment, then asked, “Which realm is the guardian in?”
“The third rank peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, but I don’t know if this is his peak cultivation level.”
Gui Yuanzi’s voice was full of regret, “Groom him too”
“Or what?” Qingqiu asked.
“He is also the ancestor of our Guiyuan Sect. I don’t know why he became the guardian of the secret realm, how he survived until now, or why he only has the cultivation of the third rank of the Golden Immortal Realm.” Guiyuanzi knew nothing about his ancestors.
“What?” Qingqiu was filled with doubts. “The Patriarch of Guiyuan Sect turned out to be the guardian of the secret realm?”
Qingqiu was also confused, not understanding what was going on. What is the relationship between the Chaos Secret Realm, the Guiyuan Sect, or the Daoist sect?
“Alright, we’ll talk about the secret realm later. You go and recover your injuries first. I also need to arrange the defense of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. The Limitless Palace won’t just let this go.”
Qingqiu waved his hand and said.
“Yes!” Gui Yuanzi nodded and left.
In the vast mountains, Dark Blade and Spirit Moon remained hidden in the shadows.
It was only after Guiyuanzi left, and after Qingqiu, Venerable Tianji, and the others left, that they dared to show themselves.
“Let’s go back…” said Dark Blade, and his figure disappeared instantly.
This time they did not dare to board the spirit boat, for fear that their whereabouts would be exposed.
An Dao and Ling Yue sped along, not daring to stop for a moment.
Night in the vast mountains was more dangerous than day. Thick fog crashed through the darkness, like an invisible giant, its jaws wide open, waiting to devour any lone cultivator.
Monster roars echoed from the distant valley, rising and falling, filled with the thirst for blood.
An Dao gripped his two swords tightly, while Ling Yue’s whip continued to shimmer with spiritual light. Both of them extended their divine sense outwards, covering an area a hundred feet in radius, alert for any potential danger.
They penetrated layers of thick fog, passed through dangerous peaks inhabited by demonic beasts, and finally returned to Tianque City in the evening of the following day.
The setting sun dyed the entire city a golden red color, and the three burning suns on the horizon slowly sank below the horizon. The final rays shone on the black stone tower of the Void Merchant Guild, gilding the nine-story tower with a dark golden light.
The stone tower towered high into the clouds, looking solemn and oppressive, like a giant beast lurking in the city, silently watching everything within.
The two landed in front of the stone tower, tidied up their robes, and quickly walked through the gate.
The hall was brightly lit, and several cultivators were taking care of business at the counters: some were selling elixirs, some were buying magical artifacts, and some were leaving items for auction.
Behind the counter, the staff were busy recording every transaction, spiritual stones piled up like small mountains on the counter, sparkling with spiritual light. The arrival of Dark Blade and Spirit Moon went largely unnoticed; they walked straight through the hall and into the back corridor.
The corridor was deep and dark, with pale blue lights embedded in the walls on both sides. The light was dim, barely enough to see the road beneath their feet. The two walked quickly, one after the other, towards the stone door at the end of the corridor.
An Dao took out a token from his pocket. The token was pitch black, with the character “令” (command) engraved on the front and the symbol of the Void Merchant Guild—an open eye—on the back, symbolizing all-seeing insight.
He attached the token to the stone gate and channeled spiritual energy into it.
With a flash of light, the stone door slowly opened.
Inside the secret room, Wu Heng sat at a stone table, drinking tea and engrossed in reading an ancient book.
The cover of the ancient book read “Secret Records of the Northern Region,” which he took from the main treasury of the Void Merchant Guild. The book contained the hidden history and legends of the great powers of the Northern Region.
He had already read most of the contents, but had not found any clues about the Guiyuan Sect’s patriarch.
Hearing the sound of the stone door opening, he slightly lifted his eyelids, but without looking up, he just said, “You’re back? Did you get the Chaos Potion?”
His tone was flat, not showing any hope.
FAQ Novel
Q: Why did Venerable Tianji choose to retreat from the confrontation with Qingqiu?
A: Venerable Tianji retreated because Qingqiu was able to leverage the restrictions of the Wanyao Ridge, preventing a quick victory, and killing Qingqiu would escalate conflict with the Demon Race, further complicating Tianji Palace’s situation in the Northern Territory.
Q: What is Qingqiu’s immediate goal after the battle, despite his injuries?
A: Despite being severely injured and spiritually drained, Qingqiu’s immediate goal is to return to Wan Yao Ridge to oversee and support David in rebuilding his physical body, and to continue leading the Demon Race against the gods.
What do you anticipate will be the next challenge for Qingqiu and the Demon Race as they strive to rebuild and fight on?