The Dou Ling Sacred Sect.
Paper money drifted through the skies above the sect, and white mourning silk hung high.
On the mountain behind the sect, earthen graves were packed so densely that they were impossible to count. Those buried there had all once been disciples of the Dou Ling Sacred Sect.
Higher up the mountain lay the elders' graves, while on the highest peak stood only two: one belonging to the Dou Ling Sacred Sect's founding ancestor, and the other to their junior disciple sister.
Bai Chang knelt before the two graves, sobbing too hard to speak.
The Horned Middle-aged Man and the other two stood there, their eyes red and their fists clenched, unable to accept the sight before them.
They blamed themselves, believing they had caused the deaths of everyone in the Dou Ling Sacred Sect. They were sinners against their sect.
"Seal the mountain gates. From this day on, the Dou Ling Sacred Sect will cease to exist," the Horned Middle-aged Man said. "The four of us fellow disciples will keep vigil here for the entire sect and never leave."
This was the decision the four had reached together.
Their talent was limited, and they had almost reached the end of their cultivation paths. Rather than leave to wander the world, they might as well remain here, keeping their master, their junior disciple sister, and the others company.
That way, the guilt in their hearts would ease a little.
Only after an unknown length of time did the four leave the rear mountain.
Arriving on Dou Ling Mountain, Ma Chenggong and the other three sensed several unfamiliar presences inside the main hall before they even entered.
The four frowned slightly and exchanged glances, growing wary.
Upon entering the hall, they discovered that the person seated in