Donghua Mountain.
At Qiu Changfeng's accusation, Lu Old Devil's heart tightened.
Qiu Changfeng was right. He really was behind what had happened in the secret realm.
Of course, he would never admit it now. After all, if his plan succeeded, the entire Qingyun Secret Realm would collapse with it.
Once the blame for digging out the very roots of the Western Wasteland's cultivators landed on his head, every faction in the Western Wasteland would surely attack him.
Never mind the Righteous Path-even the three sects, including the Nine Nether Sect, would turn against him.
As for himself-once he had the treasure, he would leave the Western Wasteland for the Eastern Sea and present it to his master.
Although breaking his promise meant he would have no place left in Great Zhou, he had already become a traitor serving demons. Why would he care about that?
Lu Old Devil knew the other Core Formation Cultivators were only so calm because they had no idea how dire the consequences would be.
They probably thought the secret realm was merely experiencing some disturbances, and that in another thirty years, they could enter again to gather spirit materials as usual.
At that thought, he shook his head with feigned indifference. "Heh... Fellow Daoist Qiu, you must be joking. I've been outside with everyone else. How could I possibly affect the stability of the secret realm itself?"
Qiu Changfeng had merely been angry; he had not actually caught Lu Old Devil out. Hearing this, he only snorted coldly and said nothing more.
Besides, Xiao Yunzhi, the Academy's heavenly spiritual root cultivator, was also inside. He could not gamble with her life out of spite.
Next, the eight cultivators at the core formation late stage joined forces again to open the secret realm's entrance.
This time,