Restless
The next day, Su Li received a large number of black lotus stones from Ma De. For the sake of her cultivation, her residence was changed to a palace in the upper middle of the mountain city. Although the palace looked small, the space inside was widened, large enough to accommodate several mountain cities.
Space was a simple technique of the immortal level.
This was the result of communication between Bing Feng and Chi Tian. For now, Su Li’s strength was beneficial to Chi Tian. Only after defeating Bai Mo could he talk about the future of Chimo Circle.
In the huge palace, Su Li looked quietly at the piles of black lotus stones and was relaxed for a moment.
With the support of the entire Ma Camp, the time needed to develop the Sword-transforming Method was shortened by 90%, and it might take less than a month for her to completely develop this method.
The only regret was that her eighteenth-grade Black Lotus Throne still lacked a sixth-grade lotus nut and could only breed a twelfth-grade sword.
As her cultivation was restored, she could feel a clearer connection with the Perfection Wheel. It seemed to stay in one place without moving, and the pneuma was so stable that it did not seem to be merged by the Divine Thunder of the Five Elements. Therefore, it would not be too late to search for the Perfection Wheel after the Sword-transforming Method was developed.
With this in mind, Su Li sat cross-legged in the first pile of black lotus stones, and slowly closed her eyes. Then the entire hall fell into silence.
At this moment, in front of the mountain gate of Tianhe Holy Sect in Qingshui Circle, a ripple appeared on the Defensive Matrix, and then a slender figure emerged.
With a serious expression, Fang Yuan was still wearing a black robe for casual practitioners. But having cleaned his beard and hair, he seemed to have regained some of his vitality.
"Brother!"
The moment he appeared, Fang Mu, who was practicing in isolation in the Hall of Holy Boy, suddenly felt something and opened his eyes. Then he opened the door without hesitation and headed for the mountain gate.
In front of the mountain gate, Fang Yuan raised his head, swept across the many palaces towering into the clouds with his eyes, and was about to take a step up.
Suddenly, an old servant in gray appeared in front of him and bowed.
"Great Holy Boy, you are back."
Fang Yuan frowned, but he was not surprised. He nodded and said, "Did Old Ancestor send you here?"
The old servant in gray narrowed his eyes with a smile and said as he cupped his hands, "Great Holy Boy, you are right. Old Ancestor asked you to see him."
Fang Yuan glanced at the familiar pneuma that was approaching quickly, and then said in an unfluctuating tone,
"Let’s go."
In the sky, Fang Mu stopped abruptly and stood frozen in mid-air. He stared at the empty front of the mountain gate as if the two figures he had seen just now were just illusions.
"Uncle Chen?"
A thought hidden deep in Fang Mu’s awareness sea quietly surfaced, "Perhaps… I mean maybe, you…have not yet known the real Tianhe Sect."
Fang Mu’s eyes darkened and he fell silent.
In the hidden place, in front of the majestic stone hall, Fang Yuan raised his head and glanced at the sky that had suddenly dimmed.
He had been here countless times before, but since the Bloody Accident of Holy Spirit, this was the second time that he had come here.
After entering the stone hall, Fang Yuan was overwhelmed by a familiar and dense pneuma of vitality, which was so dense that goosebumps rose on Fang Yuan’s back.
He used to like the pneuma here until he vaguely guessed its source.
"Since you left home, Old Ancestor has asked about you from time to time."
The old servant in gray led the way, turning back and smiling from time to time. In the quiet passage, the greetings from the old servant were more like a terrifying and eerie spell.
Fang Yuan chose to remain silent. When they reached the gate of the inner hall, the old servant stopped on one side and lowered his head.
Fang Yuan gave him a look and pushed the door open.
Whoosh—
The dense pneuma of vitality escaped from within the door, almost suffocating him.
He held his breath and saw the old servant in gray breathing deeply. Then he walked into the hall without hesitation and closed the door.
Bang—
The clashing sound reverberated in the hall, and countless black lines like blood vessels lit up as
But soon, this blood red faded and the hall fell into darkness again.
Following his memory, Fang Yuan walked to the center of the hall. His eyes fell on the blood-red throne in dark that looked more like a coffin, from which a broken voice came.
"How…is…it…outside? Have…you…played…enough?"
Without changing his expression, Fang Yuan lowered his head and said, "Old Ancestor, now there are several major changes in the general situation of Qingshui Circle, so perhaps you should also change your plan."
Crack—
A clear cracking sound came from the throne. Then Fang Yuan heard the old ancestor’s voice, which became much more coherent.
"What… what…change?"
Fang Yuan clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves, trying to make himself look less nervous, and said in a calm tone, "Someone has resisted Fate Palace and her name is Su Jiuzhou. She led the Ni Sect to take the first place in Tianjiao List and was blessed by the natural law. Besides, she got in touch with Chimo Circle and suppressed Fate Palace with the help of Chi Tian. What’s more, she called 27 holy sects together to form an army of practitioners!"
Speaking of this, Fang Yuan paused and raised his voice.
"I have seen hope!"
This time, there were more cracks in the throne. After a long silence, a voice came out.
"What…hope?"
Fang Yuan touched the midpoint between his eyebrows and pulled out a vague picture scroll, which then quickly became clear. This thing was the fake treasure of Tianhe Sect—Tianhe!
In this special stone hall, Tianhe, which did not show any spirituality in the outside world, seemed to be "alive". It twisted unwillingly in Fang Yuan’s hand like a flat long snake.
"Without using your method, we can also defeat Fate Palace, defeat Bai Mo, and save Qingshui Circle!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
As soon as he stopped speaking, Fang Yuan saw three hideous and huge cracks on the surface of the black throne, as if the throne was about to collapse completely in the next moment.
"I have been trying hard to plan for it since ten thousand years ago, and now you want to give up?"
The voice from the throne was calm and coherent, from which even the slightest anger could not be felt. But Fang Yuan was frozen as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his lips began to turn white.
The might of Great Emperor!
After meeting Chi Tian in Ni Sect, as the old ancestor was angered, Fang Yuan could finally be sure that the old ancestor…was actually a Great Emperor!
Tianhe Sect was protected by a Great Emperor!
No wonder Fate Ancestor attacked three holy sects, but never tried to attack Tianhe Sect.
Was this a tacit agreement between the two Great Emperors?
If the old ancestor was a Great Emperor, why didn’t he stand out to fight against Bai Mo together with Qingshui Palace?
At this moment, Fang Yuan thought a lot. Then he said under tremendous pressure, "I am not giving up, but isn’t it a good thing since we have one more choice?"
"Hahaha…"
Laughter came from the throne, which seemed to be meaningful in the sometimes dim and sometimes blood-red hall.
"Fang Yuan, why do you try so hard to help that person and even have the courage to disobey me?"
Fang Yuan held his breath when the old ancestor continued, "Let me guess. Although you are very affectionate, you are seldom moved by others, except for Su Li, the pawn a thousand years ago. Su Jiuzhou, Grand Elder of the Ni Sect? Maybe you haven’t even realized that everything you are doing now is under the shadow of Su Jiuzhou."
Fang Yuan wanted to retort, but he didn’t know what to say.
He did not know why he was impulsive. Was it really because Su Jiuzhou had performed a certain method on him?
No!
No!
It was just because he had seen the hope of taking revenge without hurting the innocent!
"Old Ancestor."
Fang Yuan said in a low tone, "What is the difference between what you are doing now and what Bai Mo does?"
"The majority need to sacrifice for the greater good."
The cracks on the black throne slowly disappeared, "If you want to accomplish something, you have to pay a price. You…are too naive. Maybe the destruction of Ni Sect will make you sober."
"Old Ancestor!"
Fang Yuan’s expression suddenly changed, "What do you want to do?"
Two ghost fires lit up in the throne with a warning, "I am not idle enough to trample an ant to death. Go and return to your position. Don’t come back to me until you have figured things out. Next time, I don’t want to hear anything about Ni Sect from you."
Fang Yuan wanted to ask again, but his body faded uncontrollably and disappeared completely after a few breaths.
The hall fell into silence again. After a long time, the old servant in gray opened the door and walked in. He bowed his head and asked softly, "Master, you have said that Fang Yuan is closest to you among your descendants at the hereditary level. Why don’t you tell him the truth?"
"The truth? What is the truth?"
The old servant in gray lowered his head even more, "For example, Su Jiuzhou is Su Li."
"Ha, the descendant of the Undying Clan will not die easily, just like her mother…"
The old servant stooped and listened quietly, but it seemed that he hadn’t heard anything.
…
The Hall of Ni Sect was still simple and elegant, filled with the scent of sandalwood.
As Yan Ziye entered the hall, Hua Yan was sitting alone at the long table and staring blankly at the void, lost in her thought.
"Sister Hua?"
Yan Ziye sat down in puzzlement and asked, "What’s wrong with you?"
Hua Yan forced a smile, "I am just a bit distracted, but I don’t know what I’m worried about."
"You also have such a feeling?"
Yan Ziye became more serious and lowered his voice subconsciously, "I had thought it was an illusion. Now that Old Ancestor Chi Tian is in Ni Sect and we have also found the Honored Master, what danger could be there?"
"It is dangerous exactly because it’s unexpected."
Hua Yan put away her smile. After entering Huashen Realm, practitioners could somehow sense fate, which would often affect reality. She was about to find more people to verify her thought when Fang Yuan hurriedly walked into the hall with an unprecedented solemn expression.
"Ni Sect is in danger of being destroyed!"
Even Fang Yuan said so?!
Yan Ziye widened his eyes. In his mind, Fang Yuan was calmest and most cautious, but now he used the word "destroyed".
Hua Yan took a deep breath and regained her composure, "Where is Xie Tianxing now?"
In the Tianxing Mysterious Realm, Bai Su soon received the news from Xie Tianxing and then frowned.
Leaders of Ni Sect all had a foreboding that a catastrophe would occur?
What was Bai Mo planning for?
It was disturbing that Bai Mo lurked this time.
After thinking for a while, Bai Su finally made up his mind to use astrology.