Qin Country, on Penglai Mountain, a six-story grand hall stood halfway up the mountainside.
Yet this hall was ancient and eerily secluded. From the first floor to the sixth, the hall was filled with memorial tablets.
Besides Soul Slips, each tablet also held a palm-sized piece of jade. Strangely, a thread extended from the jade, linking it to the entire altar table.
On the fifth floor, a palm-sized spirit jade suddenly shattered, turning into streams of spiritual light.
The cultivator guarding the tablets and Jade Slips was also a Golden Core cultivator. At the sight, he was immediately startled.
Though Penglai was a sixth-order Spirit Transformation sect, it had only a dozen or so cultivators whose combat strength ranked among the best. The death of Thousand Mirrors True Monarch, one of the Ten Great Devil Lords, was already a major matter.
He took out a jade token and examined it.
This jade token was Penglai's affairs token. It could reveal what missions the sect's cultivators were carrying out and when they had left the mountain. After reading it, he could not help muttering, "What happened at the Beast Spirit Sect? How could Martial Uncle Thousand Mirrors have fallen there?" He did not dare delay, and a spirit talisman appeared in his hand.
When he pressed the spirit talisman against the void, the jade light within immediately began to flow, radiating blazing spiritual brilliance.
The next moment, an image appeared before him. It lasted only an instant, yet he could never forget that face.
Ye Jingcheng—the Ye Family's once-in-ten-thousand-years genius! This name and face were quite renowned within the Penglai Sect. After all, he had already made no small name for himself even in the Central Region.
He also took out a jade slip and sent several voice transmissions in rapid