nucmednet Chapter 437 The Ancestor's Worries
Chapter 437 The Ancestor's Worries
Ten thousand miles west of Burial Immortal Valley, above a desolate hill, space rippled like water before suddenly tearing open a rift.
One by one, figures stumbled and fell out, landing awkwardly on the hill.
These people were none other than the members of the Star Palace.
At this moment, the Taoist priest of Qinghe was covered in dust and sweat, making him look even more disheveled.
His face was pale, his breath was weak, and his body was hunched over, as if he had aged hundreds of years in an instant.
Leading hundreds of people to tear through space continuously for more than a day, traversing a distance of 100,000 miles, even as a Nascent Soul cultivator, his body was almost completely drained, and his soul and magical power were exhausted to the extreme.
"Uncle, are you okay?"
The sect leader, Xingchen Daoist, quickly stepped forward and helped the swaying Qinghe Daoist.
Qinghe Daoist waved his hand, his voice hoarse: "It's nothing, I'm just a little exhausted. I'll be fine after a short rest."
This place is already 100,000 miles away from Burial Immortal Valley, making it extremely difficult for the people from Qingyuan Sect and Lingxiao Pavilion to catch up in a short time. Finally, we're safe.
Upon hearing this, everyone bowed down, saying, "Thank you, Grandmaster Uncle!"
Everyone felt the hostility of Qingyuan Sect and Lingxiao Pavilion in Burial Immortal Valley. Moreover, in the secret realm, Xiao Qiushui killed all the Qingyuan Sect disciples in the northern region, which was a life-and-death feud.
Xingchen Daoist quickly took out a flying boat, personally helped Qinghe Daoist board it, and continued speeding towards Xingchen Palace.
After the flying boat had traveled for about half a day, Qinghe Daoist recovered a bit of his energy and could no longer sit still. He looked at Xingchen Daoist and said, "I am still worried because Ruge and Qiushui have not been found. Wu Yuanshan is a treacherous old scoundrel. I am afraid that something bad has happened to them, so I am going back to check on them. You take everyone back to the sect first."
"Uncle-Master, your vital energy has been greatly depleted. How can you risk your life again? Why don't you take everyone back and I'll go find the two of them!"
Master Xingchen quickly shook his head.
"No. You are the sect leader, and you have the responsibility and obligation to protect their safety."
Besides, with your meager abilities, even if I hadn't recovered half my strength, I could still slap you away.
"Well, Uncle-Master, I was just worried that you'd be working too hard," Xingchen Daoist said, blushing.
"Stop talking nonsense, it's settled then. You take everyone back to the sect immediately, close the gates tightly, and do not have any conflict with the outside world until I return."
Qinghe Daoist waved his hand, his figure flickered and he stepped out of the flying boat. He once again used his spatial magic and disappeared into the vast sky.
A day and a half later, Qinghe Daoist stood once again on the outskirts of Burial Immortal Valley.
As far as the eye could see, there was devastation. The once lush forests had been reduced to scorched earth, and the land was scarred and riddled with huge craters, gaping ravines, and dried, blackened bloodstains. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of death.
Looking around, there was no living person in sight, only a few vultures circling low overhead, emitting chilling cries.
"Like a song, like autumn water..."
Qinghe Daoist felt a tightness in his heart and released the powerful divine sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator, scanning every inch of Burial Immortal Valley again and again, not letting go of any possible aura or clue.
However, the Valley of Burial Immortals was deathly silent, without a sound.
Qinghe Daoist immediately searched within a radius of ten thousand miles of Burial Immortal Valley. His biggest worry was that Shen Rugo and Xiao Qiushui would be discovered and captured by Qingyuan Sect and Lingxiao Pavilion.
One day, two days, three days...
Qinghe Daoist encountered many sect disciples or independent cultivators who had left one after another, but he never heard any news about Xiao Qiushui and Shen Rugo.
His heart sank lower and lower. Had they really met with misfortune? Or had they been captured by Wu Yuanshan and the people of Lingxiao Pavilion?
One day, he came to a mountain forest and suddenly heard people talking ahead.
"Have you heard? After everyone left following the explosion in the secret realm, something big happened again!"
"Another major incident? What is it?"
"It is said that the Qingyuan Sect lost more than a thousand disciples during this trip to the secret realm. None of them came out; they were all swallowed by that legendary ferocious creature!"
The Qingyuan Sect was severely weakened, and its leader, Wu Yuanshan, was both angry and furious, refusing to leave for a long time.
"Isn't that obvious? If you were the sect leader of Qingyuan Sect, you wouldn't leave after something like this either. You'd be hoping for a miracle so that the disciples in those secret realms could come out!"
"Can you stop interrupting me? Do you even know what I'm trying to say?"
The man immediately became furious.
He had intended to pique everyone's interest, but he was interrupted time and time again.
"Speak your mind, get to the point, stop beating around the bush!"
Another person said impatiently, clearly also annoyed by the other person's suspense.
"Damn it! I'm not saying anything more!"
The man said sullenly, looking furious.
When Qinghe Daoist heard the words "secret realm," "Qingyuan Sect," and "Wu Yuanshan," he had already perked up his ears, but the conversation was interrupted, and he immediately felt dissatisfied with the two of them.
With a casual tap, the person who interrupted the conversation fell to the ground with a "thud," landing face-first in the dirt, looking utterly disheveled.
"Hahaha! I'll smash you to death, you bastard! Let's see if you still dare to criticize me?"
The man burst into laughter.
"Which bastard plotted against me?"
The person who fell immediately jumped up, looked around, and shouted loudly.
"Someone?"
The others also perked up.
"Where did this person come from? You're just getting your comeuppance for being so foul-mouthed."
The man laughed even louder; he was a monk in his forties with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face.
"Pointy-nosed monkey, did you scheme against me, you bastard?"
The person who fell suddenly looked at the monkey with the pointed snout and shouted angrily.
"I'm plotting against you? Who do you think you are?"
My earth-shattering news is none of my business whether you listen to it or not.
The sharp-nosed monkey was immediately enraged.
"What you just said was true? Kiyohara Munechika encountered problems again later?"
The others couldn't help but look at the pointed-beaked monkey.
"Of course it's true! And it's even more dangerous than the explosion in the secret realm!"
"Such a thing actually happened? Tell me about it!"
The others immediately became interested.
"You really want me to tell you?"
The pointed-beaked monkey is keeping us in suspense again.
"Stop all that nonsense! Get to the point or I'll kick you out right now!"
Suddenly, the burly black man in the lead glared fiercely at the sharp-nosed monkey.
"Okay, I say!"
The sharp-nosed monkey was startled and quickly smiled obsequiously.
Then, he began to speak, spitting as he went, gesturing wildly:
"You don't know, the Qingyuan Sect and their leader Wu Yuanshan suffered a terrible fate this time. As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly. Just when they had been searching for two days without any news and were about to leave, they reached the narrowest part of the Burial Immortal Valley. Suddenly, with a loud bang, rocks flew everywhere, snow covered the ground, and flames filled the sky..."
Countless terrifying formations and runes descended from the sky, enveloping everyone. Within the formations, thunder roared, earth fire surged, sword energy crisscrossed, and nine fire dragons danced in the air…
Throughout the valley, screams and cries of agony echoed incessantly, making it a veritable hell on earth.
The poor members of the Qingyuan Sect were either killed or injured; even those at the Foundation Establishment or Golden Core stages could not escape!
When the sect leader Wu Yuanshan used his Nascent Soul power to break through all the great formations, less than two hundred of the original five hundred people remained.
Seeing the tragic state of his disciples, he let out a roar and immediately fainted…