Indeed, his battle with Li Wanji had been unfair. After all, Li Wanji had been taught by the Nether Lord.
"I'll remember this. One day, I'll make Li Wanji repay it tenfold!"
Wuya snorted coldly. "Make a move against those remnants of the Dou Spirit Holy Sect. My anger is running high just now!"
Dou Spirit Holy Sect
Within the sect, joss paper drifted through the sky, while white mourning cloth hung high.
On the sect's back mountain, there were so many earthen graves that they could not be counted. They had all once been disciples of the Dou Spirit Holy Sect.
Higher up the mountain were the elders' graves, while at the highest peak stood only two graves—one belonged to the ancestor of the Dou Spirit Holy Sect, and the other to the little junior sister.
Bai Chang knelt before the two graves, crying until she could no longer make a sound.
The Ox-Horned Middle-Aged Man and the other two stood there, their eyes rimmed red, their fists clenched tightly, unable to accept this scene.
They blamed themselves deeply, believing that they had caused the death of the entire Dou Spirit Holy Sect. They were the sinners of the sect.
"Seal the mountain gate. From this day onward, there will no longer be a Dou Spirit Holy Sect." The Ox-Horned Middle-Aged Man said, "The four of us, senior brothers and sister, will keep vigil here for the entire sect and never leave."
This was the conclusion the four of them had reached after discussing it together.
The four of them had limited talent and had nearly reached the end of the path of cultivation. Rather than leave to wander the world, they might as well remain here and keep their master, little junior sister, and the others company.
That