Southwest of Du Xian Sect, ten thousand li away.
Within a valley concealed by an array, shadowy figures sat silently in meditation.
Outside the grand array, several more figures hid in every direction, guarding against a surprise enemy attack.
Another three or four people lay concealed underground...
At the deepest point of the valley, three Daoists sat suspended in a triangular formation, each with a seven-petaled Blood Lotus slowly rotating beneath them.
They had each absorbed half of these three Blood Lotuses from the Netherworld Blood Sea.
A mosquito-like voice sounded in their hearts. The three interrupted their cultivation and listened closely.
Soon, they opened their eyes and lowered their heads in reply.
"Your subordinates obey."
The mosquito-like voice gradually faded from their hearts.
Old Daoist Yuan Ze drew a soft breath and said steadily, "Although our vanguard suffered a setback this time, it was because you and I had yet to perfect our own Dao and could not act in time.
Once you and I receive the fortune bestowed by our master, we will surely—"
"Daoist! Stop talking!"
The middle-aged Daoist on the left hurriedly cut him off. "Doing is better than saying. Finishing our cultivation early and carrying out the task entrusted to us by my lord is what matters!"
"Good!"
Old Daoist Yuan Ze gave an embarrassed laugh, gradually closed his eyes, and muttered, "You and I are about to condense Golden Immortal Dao Fruits. Du Xian Sect is nothing more than a thing to be plucked at hand. We'll take it down without a hitch, won't we?"
As he spoke, a confident, tranquil smile appeared on Old Daoist Yuan Ze's lips...
The other two Golden Ao Island Qi Refiners, whose Nascent Soul Dao hearts had likewise been eroded by Blood Mosquitoes, could not help frowning as