The distance from Zen Sound Temple to the Taiji Secret Realm was not particularly great. An ordinary cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm could travel from the entrance of the Taiji Secret Realm to the entrance of Zen Sound Temple in just a quarter of an hour.
Yet the junior brother discovered that a quarter of an hour had passed, and the two of them had covered less than half the distance.
His eldest senior brother remained silent as they walked along the soundless woodland path.
The young monk sensed that something was wrong and slowly extended his divine sense outward. But just as he "saw" the mountain gate, he discovered that something seemed to be blocking his divine sense. He could not even use it to alert his fellow disciples!
The older monk finally stopped. His eyes were no longer clear, but pitch-black, as though filled with ink, and the corners of his mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin.
"I find it strange. Those two with higher cultivation than you noticed nothing. How did you discover it?"
The young monk's vigilance instantly rose to its peak.
"So you really aren't my eldest senior brother anymore! Who exactly are you? Or rather, what exactly are you?"
"What, you know I'm not your eldest senior brother, yet you can't recognize my true form?"
As he spoke, layers of demonic qi suddenly poured from the older monk's body, instantly engulfing his entire figure.
The young monk froze for a moment at the sight. He had not expected a demonic beast to dare act so brazenly in Dao cultivator territory. Still, that was just as well. They were not far from Zen Sound Temple, and his fellow disciples should notice soon...
As he thought this, the demonic beast suddenly laughed wildly. "What? Even