This is no longer the Hengyue Sect of the past. This is the evil demon that is entrenched in Vermilion Bird Planet, sucking the luck of the monks on the entire planet and harming fellow practitioners.
Luo Chuan slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the emotions in his eyes had subsided, leaving only a bottomless calm, but the air around him was already slightly stagnant.
He didn't say any more. He just said to Wang Xuan beside him, with a calm tone but an unquestionable certainty, "I will deal with this matter."
"Wang Xuan girl, lead the way, take me to the Zhao Kingdom Capital City."
Wang Xuan heard this, his face suddenly changed, his originally pale face was even more pale now. He shook his head quickly and spoke eagerly to dissuade him, "Fellow Daoist, you must not do this! You'd better not go!"
"Today Zhao Kingdom Capital City has long been fully controlled by the top experts of the Hengyue Sect. Hengyue Sect's disciples and informants are everywhere inside and outside the city gate."
"Any foreign monk who enters Capital City will be strictly interrogated. If there is any movement, he will be taken down directly. At the least, his cultivation will be abolished, and at worst, he will be killed on the spot."
"You just asked about the Hengyue Sect in public. If someone from the Hengyue Sect hears it, you won't even be able to enter the city gate and will be captured directly. What's more, you have to take the initiative to go to Capital City to cause trouble for the Hengyue Sect. This is simply throwing yourself into a trap!"
Wang Xuan can see that Luo Chuan is by no means an ordinary monk, but Hengyue Sect's current strength is too terrifying. There are several monks of the Yingbian Realm period in the sect.
There is also a legendary old monster who has stepped into the threshold of the Illusory Yin Realm. Looking at the entire Vermilion Bird Planet, there is no force that can compete with it.
Even if the fellow Daoist in front of me has good cultivation, how can he be the enemy of the entire Hengyue Sect?
Luo Chuan looked at the anxious and worried look on her face, her expression was indifferent, she shook her head gently, her tone was calm but full of confidence, and she only said three words: "It doesn't matter."
It's okay.
Don't be afraid.
These three words were an understatement, but when they fell into Wang Xuan's ears, they seemed to carry a power that determined the world, making her panicked heart inexplicably calm a little.
Wang Xuan looked at Luo Chuan's calm but unfathomable eyes, and finally gritted his teeth and stopped trying to dissuade him.
For some reason, she believed in her heart that this strange man in front of her might really have the ability to change the situation in Vermilion Bird Planet that had already been turned upside down by the Hengyue Sect.
The driver had already been frightened by the faint coercion released by Lei Ji. He slumped in front of the car and trembled all over. He was no longer as arrogant and domineering as before, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.
Wang Xuan whispered to the driver to turn the car around and move forward in the direction of the Zhao Kingdom Capital City. Luo Chuan and his party followed the carriage slowly, walking leisurely towards Capital City.
As we walked along, the surrounding scene gradually became more prosperous, and more and more monks were coming and going on the official road, but everyone's face did not have the freedom and peace of a cultivator.
Instead, they are cautious and anxious, even if they pass by,
They all lowered their heads and walked quickly, not daring to say a word. The air was filled with an extremely oppressive dead silence.
Occasionally, in the woods or wilderness beside the road, monks with decayed auras and wounds all over their bodies were lying. These people's eyes were dull and there was no sparkle in their eyes.
The spiritual power in the Dantian was completely empty, leaving a bloody hole where the spiritual root was. The origin was completely shattered, and the spiritual root had been taken away.
They were lying on the ground, lingering for breath. They didn't even have the strength to move. They could only stare at the sky, their eyes full of despair, regret and pain. Life was worse than death.
When the monks who were coming and going saw these people who had their spiritual roots removed, they all lowered their heads and quickened their pace, not daring to stop for even a moment.
I don't even dare to have any sympathy or mercy, for fear that I will be seen by the Hengyue Sect's spy, and I will be accused of sympathizing with rebellion and intending to commit rebellion, and I will end up with the same fate.
Luo Chuan and the others watched all the way. The faces of Li Muwan, Yao Xixue and others became heavier and heavier. The aura around Lei Ji became colder and colder, and his eyes were full of anger.
They have traveled across the Star Territory for many years, and have seen countless killings and disputes, and the destruction of sects, but they have never seen such cruel Dao-Less Realm acts of harming their comrades.
Taking away the spiritual root is equivalent to cutting off the monk's life path. It is even more cruel than killing the opponent directly.
Hengyue Sect's behavior has long been no different from that of evil demons, and is even more cruel than the demons outside the world.
Luo Chuan always looked calm, but the cold light in his eyes was getting thicker and thicker, and the air pressure around his body was getting lower and lower.
He didn't speak, he just walked step by step in the direction of Capital City. With every step he took, there was a slight ripple in the surrounding space.
Half an hour later, the majestic Zhao Kingdom Capital City finally appeared in front of everyone.
At this moment, Zhao Kingdom Capital City is no longer the lively and peaceful capital city where the mortal world and the realm of cultivation coexisted. Instead, it was built by the Hengyue Sect into a fortified and overwhelming city of cultivation.
The entire city covers an area of thousands of miles, and the city walls are thousands of feet high. The entire city is made of deep-sea black iron and spirit-suppressing jade. The city walls are engraved with symbols that suppress spiritual power.
The ancient runes that imprison the cultivation level are filled with auras and pressure. Even if a Yingbian Realm monk approaches, they will be suppressed by the pressure of the city wall, making it difficult to fully display their cultivation level.
The city gate is a hundred feet high. On both sides of the open city gate, there are monks wearing Hengyue Sect uniform uniforms. They all have arrogant faces and cold eyes.
The ones with the lowest cultivation level are all in Core Formation Stage, and the team is led by two elders from the early stage of the Yingbian Realm.
Every monk who enters and exits the city gate must be strictly interrogated and presented with the identity token issued by the Hengyue Sect. If he hesitates for a moment, he will be taken down on the spot, and the sound of scolding and insults will be heard endlessly.
The monks who passed by all lowered their heads and accepted the interrogation cautiously, not daring to contradict him in the slightest. They did not have the character of a cultivator at all.
The sky above the city was shrouded by a thick layer of spiritual light. Runes circulated on the light, sealing off the entire Capital City.
Except for the disciples of the Hengyue Sect, no one is allowed to fly in the air. Violators will be shot down on the spot and their cultivation will be revoked.
Looking up, within Capital City, there are many pavilions, towering cultivation attics, and the sect's main hall rises from the ground, with carved beams and painted buildings, extremely luxurious, and the majesty of the Hengyue Sect is reflected everywhere.
But in stark contrast to this luxurious and magnificent city, there are countless miserable figures inside and outside the city gate and on both sides of the streets.
I saw countless monks lying densely on the official roads on both sides of the city gate and under the walls on both sides of the streets.
These people are old and young, men and women, and their cultivation levels range from the Foundation Establishment Realm, Golden Core Realm to the Nascent Soul Realm.
All of them were in ragged clothes, covered in blood, their Dantian was broken, their spiritual roots were ripped away, their origins were completely dried up, and their auras had declined to the extreme.