The vast Yunyang Sect had collapsed.
Ji Guantao, along with a group of Inner Sect elites, had taken away not merely Taihao Peak and the sect's thousand years of accumulated wealth, but also the faith and pride of hundreds of thousands of cultivators.
Although the other Eight Peaks remained, and the Yunyang Three Cities still stood, the people's hearts had been utterly lost. The sect's collapse and fragmentation happened almost in an instant; there was no possibility of salvaging it!
At this moment, no one knew how much resentment and hatred had gathered upon Ji Guantao.
Before the Inner Mountain Gate, beside the stone stele, the Mystic Tortoise raised its head to watch Taihao Peak fly ever higher and muttered, "A little fox and a little fellow—quite capable, aren't they?"
"I hope you succeed."
As it spoke, it suddenly shook its mountain-like body.
In the blink of an eye, the thousand-year-old Mystic Tortoise shrank to the size of a palm. Paddling its four claws, it shot forward at astonishing speed.
With a splash, it leaped into a rushing river.
Karma settled, free and untrammeled!
The stone stele that had stood beside the mountain gate for a thousand years swayed, then crashed to the ground!
Meanwhile, Taihao Peak had already risen more than three thousand zhang above the ground.
"What fine methods, Sect Leader Ji!"
At that moment, one sonorous and one gentle voice rang out at the same time.
From the west and north of Taihao Peak, two swathes of dazzling rosy clouds swept in. Masses of cloud qi churned violently, taking on the semblance of thousands upon thousands of galloping troops.
At the same time, two vast auras firmly locked onto Taihao Peak.
Taihao Peak's upward momentum was abruptly checked!
Inside Cloud Dragon Hall, Mu Qingqiu, who was seated