Liberation by Violence

Within the exceptionally muddy Yunze, rain still poured without cease as Li Huowang led the others, struggling to charge forward along whatever ground was barely passable.

The deeper they went, the more danger lurked on every side. An endless stream of Fa Sect Believers emerged from every imaginable—and unimaginable—place.

Besides them, Li Huowang also saw those toppled, crooked human figures. They came in all manner of shapes, yet they were not Stone Statues. Green worms writhed within their bodies.

More unusually, they were not separate beneath the ground. Like wood, they had grown long rootlets like tree roots, and beneath the mud, those roots were connected to one another.

As the human figures grew more numerous, Li Huowang felt as though he stood within the Fa Sect's net cast over heaven and earth. Though they did not move, he always felt they could spring to life at any moment.

Li Huowang suddenly stopped, both legs sunk in the mire. Clearly, this was a trap. If he went any farther, he would be walking straight into it.

"Are you sure the dragon vein is inside Yunze? Don't let the Fa Sect fool you." Li Huowang asked Xuanpin.

"Even Sitting Forgetting Dao could not deceive me. I believe they cannot deceive me either. Three dragon veins are enough to alter the course of a place's feng shui. That much is obvious."

Xuanpin's words did nothing to improve Li Huowang's expression. Knowing full well there was a trap and still having to burrow headfirst into it was no pleasant job.

As he pressed a hand against his temple, Peng Longteng, the monk, Qiu Chibao, and Jin Shan Zhao all revealed themselves.

Under Li Huowang's orders, they walked at the very front, clearing a path for the others. The raindrops falling from the sky