Beast Silkworm Scripture

The instant Xiao Qianjue perished, the other two grand elders, Qu Wuyang and Wen Tailai, sensed it as well.

"Shi Wanhai, how can you be so cruel!"

Qu Wuyang had always been Fragrance Sect's most loyal elder. Seeing his dear friend's life and Dao extinguished, rage surged into his heart, and he cursed aloud.

"You cannot tell loyalty from treachery, yet you call yourself the leader of a sect. The Shi Family's sect masters throughout the generations were all outstanding men—how could such a scum like you emerge?"

Wen Tailai still wanted to drive the grand formation and break through the Heavenly Net Dharma Disk's blockade. Yet when he activated the formation's core, a backlash suddenly erupted from the earth veins instead. The old Daoist was immediately wounded, his face turning green and red in rapid succession. The next instant, he spat out a mass of blackish-red blood.

"Damn it! Someone tampered with the earth veins—the Nine-Ring Mountain-Protecting Grand Formation cannot be activated either!"

He had suffered a minor injury, and his expression flickered uncertainly.

"However, my mountain-protecting formation still conceals a life-and-death earth aperture. If I sacrifice sixty years of cultivation to shatter it, the earth will collapse and wind and thunder will rage. This is an art of mutual destruction—once it erupts, the Nine-Ring Mountain's main peak will turn entirely into calamity fire, and every living thing within a hundred li will be caught in it. So long as I unleash this formation, they will not be able to stop me. But to activate it, I need at least the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

"There is no other way."

Qu Wuyang let out a long sigh. With his right hand, he took out a rattle drum; with the other, he produced a beast-hide sack.