Unless they were Evil Cultivators with extreme temperaments, any cultivator would, at some unguarded moment in cultivation, recall this matter and be consumed by guilt. That would breed inner demons, affect their state of mind, and hinder their future cultivation.
With that thought flashing through his mind, Su Shi'er walked step by step toward the daoist temple's main hall.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow, but his expression grew increasingly grim, and fury spread through his eyes at an alarming speed.
So many cultivators within sight had already suffered such misery.
As for those beyond sight, judging from the hilltops lined with graves, one could well imagine that over the years, an unknown number of sect members and disciples had met unwilling deaths in despair.
Inside the main hall.
As Lin Hezhuo sent out the Communication Talisman, the others also unfolded the paper balls in their hands.
True essence surged in their palms, ready to reveal the tiny words written upon the paper.
Whether what awaited them was a road to life or a road to death depended entirely on this moment.
Yet before the tiny words could appear on the paper—
Lin Hezhuo's expression abruptly changed from his seat of honor. With a swish, he sprang to his feet.
"Sect Master?!"
"Martial Brother?!"
His sudden action immediately drew everyone's attention.
Lin Hezhuo looked toward the outside of the hall, as though his gaze had already passed through countless barriers and found Su Shi'er.
"Not only has that man not left, he has forcibly broken through the formation and entered the Ancient Immortal Sect's sect gate."
Naturally, he could not truly see him. But as the Sect Master of the Ancient Immortal Sect, he possessed the highest authority over the sect's Sect Protection Formation.
"What? He forcibly breached