Linghua Island.
Yuanhua Hall.
Incense burned without cease within the hall, wisps of blue smoke curling through the rich sandalwood fragrance. Several disciples sat chanting scriptures and meditating. Zhao Yi slowly walked in without disturbing anyone, picked up a stick of incense, and let it ignite without a breeze. Raising it above his head, he bowed three times!
He stood there for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, then turned and left, murderous intent thick around him. The fourth-generation disciples chanting and meditating nearby abruptly shuddered, cold sweat pouring down their backs, and could not help shifting farther inside!
It was not that Zhao Yi was putting on a show of false compassion. He simply had yet to cross that hurdle!
"In this struggle along the Dao Path, may you go well!"
Half a month passed in a flash!
At the edge of the Yunsha Sea Region.
On a small island, several cultivators were hard at work when a sudden black wind swept up three of them. In moments, they became a rain of blood that showered the spirit fields below. The islanders working nearby saw the Immortal Masters disappear, then heard chewing coming from within the black wind. At once, they wailed like ghosts and wolves and scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling away on hands and feet.
Within the black wind, Wang Qing watched the scene and said with a smile, "Come on, the next island! Zhang Ying, you put on quite a convincing act. Have you eaten cultivators before?"
Zhang Ying rubbed his smooth octopus head, the feelers on it trembling slightly. He chuckled twice and said nothing more.
"What about the islanders?"
Guiwu asked.
"Leave them alone. This time, we only kill cultivators!"
Wang Qing was ruthless and felt no burden whatsoever