"Senior Brother Purple-Faced... had fallen."
More than ten days later.
Spirit Realm, Sacred Emperor Domain.
Within an ancient temple that had lain silent for a long time, a startled cry suddenly rang out. It alarmed the dozen-odd portraits hanging above the altar, from which cultivator soul projections identical to the figures in the paintings emerged one after another.
These cultivator soul projections possessed formidable auras and wore varied attire—some monks, some Daoists, some woodcutters, some fishermen. Every one of them was at least at the Integrated Body Late Stage.
As these words fell, the eyes of the dozen-plus Body Integration soul projections turned cold as they all directed their gazes toward the portrait in the center, second from the left.
The portrait second from the left depicted a blue-robed Daoist holding a soul bell in one hand and wearing a black cord at his waist. The instant the others' gazes fell upon it, its spiritual light suddenly dimmed considerably, and in the blink of an eye, it began to burn without wind.
"How could this be? Senior Brother Purple-Faced had the secret treasure bestowed by Master to protect his life, and he was in the lower realm... How could he suddenly die?"
As they witnessed this, the dozen-plus Body Integration soul projections wore ugly expressions, while the same question arose in their hearts.
A Body Integration cultivator in the lower realm was already an invincible powerhouse. Moreover, Purple-Faced Daoist was no ordinary Body Integration Cultivator. More than a hundred thousand years ago, he had already cultivated to the Integrated Body Peak Stage.
Unless a Mahayana cultivator emerged, no one could be Purple-Faced Daoist's match.
And the Human Realm... such a lower realm was bound by the laws of heaven and earth, making it no place easily visited by Mahayana cultivators.