A secluded little courtyard on Streamside Mountain.
A man-high rift suddenly split open in midair, shaped like a vertical pupil. Its depths were pitch-black, enough to make one's mind swim after a single glance.
The next moment, General Jin and the other two stumbled out of the black vertical pupil like broken dolls.
Though General Jin was in a sorry state, he did not dare complain in the slightest. He hurriedly crawled up and dropped to one knee before the vertical rift.
"Spirit Venerable, forgive us!"
Bang!
The heads of General Jin and the other two abruptly exploded like smashed watermelons, red-and-white flesh scattering across the ground.
Then the flesh scattered throughout the residence began to hiss. Like sublimating dry ice, it turned into wisps of Black Smoke and slowly drifted away.
At the same time, the flesh at their necks wriggled and multiplied. In the blink of an eye, brand-new, perfectly intact heads emerged.
Even General Jin's thick beard could not conceal his bloodless, deathly pale face. Though he had been grievously wounded and had his head blown apart, he did not dare harbor the slightest resentment. Instead, he was filled with gratitude and reverence.
"Thank you, Spirit Venerable, for sparing our lives!"
"Mo Wuzhou is a direct third-generation disciple of Jilong Dao. If he dies, it will inevitably draw attention." A gentle voice, layered as though a thousand people were speaking at once, came from within the black rift.
"The time has not yet come. Act with caution and secrecy as your first priority."
"I already know everything you did at Golden Dragon Mountain."
"You act too rashly. The task of infiltrating Jilong Mountain is not well suited to you."
"Go cause trouble elsewhere. Pose as rogue cultivators of the Outer Path of Heavenly Demon and stir up