"I often suspect the sect has gone mad."
"Sending us to the Horn Nether Domain on a mission with the Great Sun Sword Heir."
An Tuzi murmured to the Daoist heirs around him through voice transmission. "How is that any different from sending a wolf to tend sheep?"
"Our ancestors' longing to reach beyond Void Refining has robbed them of their senses. None of us below dare advise them otherwise."
"What Senior Brother An said is exactly what I was thinking..."
Azurewood Daoist Heir Ji Liuyue looked miserable.
"By the way,"
"When was the last time we ran into him?"
A thought struck the Black Tortoise Daoist Heir. A chill ran through his heart, and he pressed them for an answer.
"Three hundred and fifty-six years, seven months, and twenty-seven days ago. In the Yin-Yang Void Realm," the Tianji Daoist said at once.
"That long?"
The surrounding Daoist heirs were instantly horrified.
Array patterns sprang up among them, and they instinctively linked into a formation with consummate ease. They were countless levels stronger than they had been centuries ago. Clearly, they had practiced it innumerable times over those centuries and achieved a qualitative leap.
"By all rights,"
"He should already have descended into bloodthirsty madness. That's the Great Sun Sword Heir's instinct. It has to be drenched in fresh blood. But I don't think I've heard of any Spirit Transformation cultivators dying recently?"
The Tianji Daoist sounded puzzled.
His divine sense swept out without the slightest courtesy, scanning the azure-robed youth nearby to assess his condition and decide whether to fight or flee.
"There were those two from the Xu Realm... But that still wouldn't be enough..."
The Daoist heirs whispered among themselves.
Despite their worries, they went forward with the sect elders accompanying them.
"Brother Divine Mechanism..."
"Brother Jade