The Ten Thousand Puppets Sect's Invitation
Langya Pavilion.
Xiao Han was currently toying with a bluish-green jade token in his hand. Beside him, Yi Huang asked curiously:
"Is this the Ten Thousand Puppets Sect the sect founded by that powerful figure you mentioned?"
"Hmm!" Xiao Han nodded, saying with a surprised tone, "I just didn't expect him to be so efficient, managing to establish the sect in less than a year."
After all, establishing a sect is not simply a matter of building a house and hanging up a plaque. It involves many aspects.
The establishment of the Langya Pavilion took Xiao Han and his companions several years of work and involved many unpleasant experiences.
Moreover, Xiao Han knew very well that Jiang Yu, as Dou Sheng Expert, would not simply set up a stage and start performing.
"It must have been tough on him," Xiao Han said with a smile.
"Are you planning to go there in person this time?" Yi Huang asked.
If it were an ordinary force, this would be completely unnecessary.
However, Jiang Yu's strength was second only to Xiao Han in Central Plains. Even if he was the only Dou Sheng in the Ten Thousand Puppets Sect, he was still a behemoth and fully qualified to have Xiao Han personally attend the ceremony.
Xiao Han had the same idea. "I will make a trip there and discuss the two cooperation matters while I'm at it."
"Don't worry, there won't be any problems at the Langya Pavilion." Noticing Xiao Han's slightly nervous look, Yi Huang rolled her eyes and said helplessly.
The Heavenly Tomb, second level.
At this time, half a year had passed since Xiao Yan and the others entered the Heavenly Tomb. The more than ten people entered the boundless space of the Heavenly Tomb, like drops of water falling into a river, without making a ripple at all.
However, such a tranquil environment is quite suitable for some people.
"Xun Er, how much longer until we reach the entrance to the Heavenly Tomb Third Layer?" After spending so much time together, Xiao Yan had rediscovered the feeling he had when he was in the Xiao Clan, and his tone had become much gentler.
Xun Er silently calculated the time, then said, "It should be two or three days left!"
"Hmm." Xiao Yan nodded first, then asked in confusion:
"Now that we're almost at the third level, why haven't we seen anyone else yet?"
Xiao Yan was puzzled. Logically speaking, the closer one gets to the third level, the greater the chance of encountering other people. Especially before entering the Heavenly Tomb, the two members of the Soul Clan had shown him great killing intent, but from beginning to end, they had never received any news from the Soul Clan.
"Could it be...?" A thought flashed through Xiao Yan's mind as he considered a possibility he had overlooked.
"I hope those two have good luck!" Xiao Yan prayed for the two from Hun Ya in his heart. If he was right, the people of the Soul Clan were probably having a hard time right now.
Xun Er was unaware of Xiao Yan 'Xiao Yan thoughts. Upon hearing his question, Xun Er immediately began to explain, "Xiao Yan Gege, the Heavenly Tomb is vast and boundless; it's normal that we don't encounter anyone else!"
"Okay, let's keep going!"
"Bang!" With a single blow, he shattered the body of an Energy Body, grabbed the Energy Core, and his pale Hun Ya was filled with resentment.
"Damn Xiao Clan, once we reach the third level, we'll make you pay a hundredfold, and none of you will escape."
Having lost Hun Li, a henchman and partner, Hun Ya's life over the past six months has been extremely difficult, just as Xiao Yan had predicted.
Due to insufficient strength, whenever he encountered Nine Star Energy Body, Hun Ya could only choose to retreat and take a detour.
If Hun Li had existed, these things should have been a huge treasure.
Without any help, Hun Ya could only flee in panic whenever it encountered any group of people.
Being wary of being hunted down by someone, worrying about encountering others, and feeling frustrated by the inability to obtain what he had just encountered, Hun Ya was on the verge of going mad during this period.
The middle of the Heavenly Tomb Second Layer.
Xiao Ding, who had tricked the Soul Clan back then, was now focused on hunting down Energy Body. He couldn't waste such a good opportunity to cultivate.
Xiao Ding knew very well that, in terms of talent, even with the enhancements he had received from taking elixirs, he was still not comparable to the geniuses of the Ancient Races.
His strength is largely due to his age and the help of the powerful members of the Xiao Clan.
He had long since come to terms with the fact that he was not a top cultivation genius, but that did not mean he would give up.
Because he knew his own mediocrity, he was able to correctly understand himself, seize every opportunity to become stronger, and if he lacked talent, he would work hard to close that gap.
Just as he was about to strike the next group of targets, he suddenly stopped, his lips twitching as he stared into the distance...
A massive Energy Storm swept in, its overwhelming presence causing even the usually composed Xiao Ding to shudder.
He blurted out, "Fuck!"
He no longer cared about continuing to kill the Energy Body. His Dou Qi suddenly surged, leaving afterimages in the air as he fled desperately towards the third level.
"Damn it, is the Energy Storm in this Heavenly Tomb really that terrifying!" Xiao Ding thought to himself as he fled for his life.
Based solely on that aura, Xiao Ding could tell that once someone was caught up in this thing, they would definitely die!
Although he possesses a trump card bestowed upon him by the ancestor, it's only meant to deal with the crises on the third level. It would be best to leave as soon as possible and seek refuge on the third level.
In the distance, many figures were also speeding away at full speed. The people in the Heavenly Tomb no longer cared about hiding themselves, otherwise, the storm in the Heavenly Tomb would let them experience what cruelty was.
Compared to the other two or more people traveling together, a rather thin and forlorn figure attracted a lot of attention.
"Huh?" someone asked in surprise, "Isn't that Hun Ya of the Soul Clan? Why don't we see Hun Li?"
"Could it be that the Gu Clan has attacked the Soul Clan?" someone speculated.
After all, Ancient Races have entered the Heavenly Tomb more than once or twice, and they are already very familiar with the place. Under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible for them to separate on their own, especially for the Soul Clan, which has many enemies. Being alone is almost a death sentence.
Therefore, everyone believed that Hun Li was most likely dead in the Heavenly Tomb, and the most suspicious of them all was the Gu Clan.
It's common knowledge that the Gu Clan and the Soul Clan are at odds. Moreover, the Gu Clan has four representatives entering the Heavenly Tomb this time, who are no weaker than the two from Hun Ya. It wouldn't be difficult for them to surround and attack Hun Li, causing his death.
With both motive and strength, suspicion against the Gu Clan skyrocketed.
However, Xun Er, being from the Gu Clan, was equally confused. "Could it be that Brother Qing Yang and the others made the move?"
She also believed that Hun Li must have perished under the siege of the Gu Clan, otherwise this strange situation could not be explained.
Xiao Yan's lips twitched. He still had another suspect in his mind: that lynx could do the same thing!
As he lingered at the last Hun Ya, he also sensed the strange gazes of the others. His face twitched, and he silently quickened his pace to continue on his way, though his killing intent toward Xiao Ding grew stronger.
However, no one dwelled on it. They all had the same destination: Hun Ya. They would find out who was behind it eventually.
Meanwhile, the culprit who had sparked so much speculation was standing opposite some figures who had arrived at the entrance to the third floor ahead of time.