Hall Master Zhou panted, a crack having been jolted into the war hammer in his hand.
Lin Taichu frowned. He had come into close contact with Mochenzi earlier and could sense that the power within the armor had yet to fully erupt. If Mochenzi truly caught up with them, they would have no chance of escaping.
"Return to Qinghe Town first. Its walls can defend us, so it will be safe for now," Lin Taichu said. He knew this was not the time to dwell on things. They had to find somewhere safe to recover before considering a countermeasure. No one dared delay, and they hurried toward Qinghe Town with the wounded.
After returning to Qinghe Town, Lin Taichu immediately ordered the gates shut and defenses arranged along the walls. He also had all the injured disciples carried to Hundred Herbs Hall for treatment.
He, Elder Li, Hall Master Zhou, and representatives from the other sects then gathered in the main hall of Hundred Herbs Hall to discuss a plan.
"Mochenzi was sealed three hundred years ago, which means he is not invincible. We simply do not know his weakness yet."
"When I was young, I heard my master say that the sect leaders of Wudang, Kunlun, and Emei had sealed Mochenzi three hundred years ago. They used a Dharma Artifact called the Soul Suppressing Cauldron."
"The Soul Suppressing Cauldron? Where is it now?"
Lin Taichu hurriedly asked. Hall Master Zhou shook his head. "No one knows. After the sealing ended three hundred years ago, the Soul Suppressing Cauldron vanished. Some said it was sealed in Mochenzi's lair, while others said the sect leaders of that time took it away. There has been no news of it ever since."
Just then, the disciple guarding the city gate rushed in, his