Another half day passed, and the Cloud Sect group woke up once again.
Looking at the three Divine Seals that had reappeared before them, they all fell silent.
The pain at the backs of their heads paled beside the fear in their hearts. Seeing the Young Master of the Cloud Sect lying unconscious on the ground, they helped him up and woke him once again.
This time, the Young Master of the Cloud Sect was already somewhat dazed, as though he could see rosy light filling the sky and all manner of illusions.
The skin at the back of the Young Master of the Cloud Sect's head had split, and blood had streamed over his entire face, making him look rather hideous and frightening.
A disciple looked at the blood covering his face, sighed, and said, "It seems the evil spirits have given us their final ultimatum. Just look at the young master..."
That blood-covered face dealt far too great a blow to their hearts. It looked so clearly like the evil spirits' final warning to them.
"Young master, why don't... we just do as we're told? All we have to do is help the evil spirits find Divine Seals. As long as the green hills remain, we needn't fear running out of firewood," a female disciple urged him.
"Yes, yes... why don't we give in for now? These evil spirits are vicious."
They all urged him in turn.
His face covered in blood, the Young Master of the Cloud Sect said miserably, "Even if we find them, won't they still knock me on the head?"
At his words, a disciple suddenly thought of something and said, "I heard a story when I was little."
"Boatmen often encountered things of great calamity when they went out to sea, leaving their