Old Cloth flew into a rage [part two]

The old Daoist Guan Xu seethed. "Those wretches who dare not show their faces in the light are truly vile. Lord Xuandu of our Tushita Palace must have fallen victim to similar methods and been dug out of his heavenly tomb."

Taishang's former direct disciple had become the Blood Xuandu of this age.

These people had dared lay hands on the Dao Venerable; that alone showed their audacity.

Yin Jiuxu brimmed with killing intent as he stared at the branching path inside the Flesh Door.

Liu Mo spoke. "Look at it another way. The moment the Dao Venerable showed the slightest sign of revival, they withdrew without hesitation. That proves just how utterly wary Heaven's Selection Organization was. They dared not act rashly at all."

Such was the awe this supreme expert of the Yin-Yang Dao Field had earned through battle in his lifetime. "In that case, the Yin-Yang Soul-Fixing Coin—the key—first fell into Heaven's Selection Organization's hands. Their noses are keener than a sky hound's. Every trade really does have its specialists."

At the same time, everyone had to admire their patience. They had then waited for thousands of years.

Presumably, several generations of the organization's members had already come and gone.

Yet some of the old monsters at the very top might still be alive.

After all, they pried open doors and stole longevity substances. Who could say how long they could remain in this world?

"That's it. Once the origin substance inside the Dao Venerable's door dried up completely and everything became deathly still, these people emerged from the branching path."

Now that the pieces had been connected, much became clear.

Yin Jiuxu said, "Once the Dao Venerable's door closes and everything within is exhausted, that so-called passage will fracture, collapse, and disappear completely."

Heaven's Selection Organization,