Mountain Gate

Mysterious Herb Daoist Ge Baicao had more than half his hair burned away by a ball of devil fire, leaving a bald patch that made him look like a madman.

His Daoist robe was also smeared with blood, and the large yellow-skin gourd at his waist had long since vanished without a trace.

Yet his heart held only relief.

Luckily, he was merely a minor figure. Though he still possessed only the cultivation of a Sword Immortal, he had relied on the exquisite Fire Dragon Sword Art to carve a bloody path through a crowd of Gang Refining devil cultivators.

He still remembered the final scene of the sword battle, when Divine Nun Jingyin's countless golden lamps went out and her Dharma Body perished.

"Old Devil Lihen—this time, he slew two great Dharma Bodies of our Mount Shu in succession and was gravely wounded himself—he will likely hide within the Hatred-Severing Devil Palace and not dare emerge for a thousand years."

"This—this is completely at odds with the Patriarch's prophecy of the seven swords. Could it be—Heavenly Secrets have changed?"

A chill ran through Mysterious Herb Daoist's heart. Seeing the timid, cowering appearance of the disciples left behind, he grew displeased and wished to return to his own Humble Medicine Garden.

Yet when he soared into the air on his sword, he suddenly froze. "Where is my Humble Medicine Garden? Could such a huge Humble Medicine Garden have been destroyed as well? Those damned devil cultivators!"

Seeing that even the ground where Humble Medicine Garden had once stood had been scraped away by more than three zhang, Mysterious Herb Daoist assumed that some devilish overlord had dug it up by the roots and taken it away.

"Martial Uncle Xuan Cao—"

Only then did a disciple timidly ride the wind over,