What Disciple?

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The vast white Yin Qi suddenly stirred, and a group of figures flew out from the Mountain Range of Dead Souls. There were no fewer than nineteen of them, and every single one radiated the aura of a Dou Zong. The magical beasts throughout the mountain range immediately tucked their tails and fled in panic the moment they sensed them.

"Haha, this trip was definitely worth it. Everyone, hurry and leave. It'll be awkward if the Hall of Dead Souls' reinforcements block us in."

I hovered in the air, shading my eyes with my right hand as I gazed toward the rising sun in the eastern sky, smiling happily.

We had set out before dawn, and by sunrise, the experiences of those short two-plus hours had been nothing short of earth-shaking. If word got out, it would be enough to shake the entire Central Plains Dou Zhe world...

We had breached a branch hall of the Hall of Dead Souls, and the once world-renowned Venerable Yao would return to the world!

Tang Zhen shot me a glance, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he recalled some rather unpleasant events from earlier. This brat had called for everyone to search the West Underworld Earth Hall for any treasures left behind, declaring that whatever they found would belong to them.

The Hall of Dead Souls members had fled in a hurry, leaving behind quite a few good things. For example, although the "Eight Extremes Four Spirits Grand Array" had been destroyed, many precious materials could still be dismantled and reused.

Those "Soul Locking Irons" were also quite valuable. As for the other miscellaneous items—scattered herbs, medicinal pills, magical cores, cultivation methods, and the like—they were all fairly decent as well. In short, everyone had found quite a