In the Qin Kingdom, a great hall fully six stories tall stood halfway up Penglai Mountain.
The hall was extraordinarily ancient and eerie, and memorial tablets filled every floor, from the first to the sixth.
On these tablets were not only soul slips, but also palm-sized pieces of jade, each with a strange thread connecting it to the entire offering table.
On the fifth floor, a palm-sized piece of spirit jade shattered, dissolving into streams of spiritual light.
The keeper of the tokens and jade slips was a Golden Core cultivator, and the sight gave him a terrible fright.
Although Penglai was a sixth-stage Spirit Transformation sect, only a dozen or so of its members ranked among its strongest combatants. The death of Thousand Mirrors True Lord, one of its Ten Great Devil Lords, was already a major incident.
He took out a jade token and examined it.
This was Penglai's administrative token, which showed 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 died there?" Not daring to delay, he produced a Spirit Talisman.
He pressed the Spirit Talisman against the empty air, and the jade light within it immediately began to swirl, radiating a blazing spiritual glow.
The next moment, an image appeared before him. It lasted only an instant, but he could never forget that face.
Ye Jingcheng, the Ye Family's once-in-ten-thousand-years genius!
That name and that face were well known in the Penglai Sect. After all, he had earned considerable renown even in the Central Region.
He also took out a jade slip and sent a rapid succession of voice transmissions.
On the mysterious sacrificial platform, Divine