"Has Yuan Gong and the Shankui of the Heavenly Palace crossed the boundary? The Heavenly Book, Dansheng..."
"And there's the old fox too..."
"And there's also the Earth Immortal Senior Hu Mei'er, haha..."
As if recalling some subtle detail, Xu Long, whose face was pale, chuckled softly. He gazed into the depths of the clouds, his eyes profound and serene.
Earlier, when he was pondering Mount Yunmeng, he made Divination Talisman to divine the future of Mount Yunmeng, and the result of the divination was quite unexpected.
First of all, the Heavenly Palace actually sent another great cultivator into the realm for Yuan Gong. It should be noted that cultivators with the ability to freely enter and exit the realm are very rare. And according to the information he knew, this great cultivator, Shankui, had always been a marginal figure in the Heavenly Palace.
He is considered a peripheral figure because Shankui is eccentric by nature, prefers solitude and freedom, and has very little contact with the Heavenly Palace, which means he is not part of the core of the Heavenly Palace.
However, Shankui's cultivation level is extremely high. Not to mention his attack methods, just his true form is almost immortal and indestructible, which makes many people helpless against him.
Although he was a senior figure, he always disdained participating in core discussions within the Heavenly Palace, and because of his eccentric and aloof personality, the core members of the Heavenly Palace did not particularly like him.
Although Shankui is considered a figure in the Heavenly Palace who obeys orders but not summons, his profound strength always commands respect. If one needs Shankui's service, one will certainly treat him with utmost respect.
Thinking of this, Xu Long couldn't help but close his eyes slightly. Was the Heavenly Palace taking this too seriously? With the current clues, Xu Long couldn't find an answer no matter how much he thought about it. He frowned, and doubt crept into his heart.
The Heavenly Book on Mount Yunmeng was left to Dansheng. Dansheng's cultivation level was relatively low, but Yuan Gong treated him as his successor. Yuan Gong can be seen from the way he shaped Dansheng's worldview.
But can Dansheng truly see through illusions, overcome obstacles, and fearlessly become a person like Yuan Gong?
Who cares! He's not my apprentice, and I'm not Savior, so I can't worry about that. We haven't found the old fox yet!
Xu Long had already learned about the major events that had occurred in Mount Yunmeng from the Divination Talisman. He had already cultivated True Dragon Clone, and now his cultivation had risen another level. When using the Divination Talisman, there was hardly any obstruction from the Power of Laws.
"Since the Hu Mei'er in Mount Yunmeng, then the old fox must be nearby. Hahaha, I'd like to see what it's like for you two, grandfather and grandson, to fight like dogs!"
Knowing that Hu Mei'er was in Mount Yunmeng, Xu Long thought of Dansheng again and sighed. Earlier, when he divined the Shankui Mount Yunmeng, he had sent his True Dragon Clone ahead of him. This was not only to rescue Dansheng in time, but also to allow the True Dragon Clone to see the situation clearly in the complicated situation that was about to unfold in Yunmeng Mountain.
Xu Long revered supreme martial prowess and believed that in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks would be crushed. However, after the various anomalies in the Heavenly Palace and the departure of Yuan Gong, he had already prepared for the worst as the situation deteriorated.
The complicated situation was not caused by just two foxes. The forces sent by the Heavenly Palace confronted Yuan Gong. After both sides crossed the boundary, the Heavenly Book was left on Mount Yunmeng, and the one holding the Heavenly Book was the young Dansheng.
This is tantamount to a child carrying gold in a bustling marketplace, Yuan Gong leaving Heavenly Book on Dansheng.
In this power vacuum, if someone with malicious intent were to harbor evil thoughts, it would be fatal to the normal operation of a world. But judging from the information from the Divination Talisman, it turns out that it was the Hu Mei'er was causing trouble on Mount Yunmeng!
Where there are Hu Mei'er, there are bound to be cunning old foxes!
Xu Long originally thought that dealing with the two foxes would be enough to complete the mission, but he did not expect that the two foxes would cause trouble in Mount Yunmeng and even dare to dream of the power to devour the heavens.
This forced Xu Long to consider that if the two foxes continued to stir things up, the situation would deteriorate further. However, since the two foxes had already entered the game, taking their heads would be tantamount to dragging himself into the vortex.
Xu Long took a deep breath, clenched his fist, felt the surging Magic Power within his body, and looked at Mount Yunmeng with a sharp gaze.
Hahaha... hehehe...
"Good, good, good! Lian'er, well done!"
"You are a hero of the Nine-Tails Clan, a hero of the Tushan Clan!"
"My dear Lian'er, you've brought back the Heavenly Book. Once I've deciphered Heavenly Book principles, I will revive the Nine-Tails Clan and rebuild the Tushan Family. At that time, you will be the next head of the Tushan Clan!"
"Eh... hehehehe..."
A shrill sound came from an extremely secluded cliff outside Mount Yunmeng. The sound, which was both crying and laughing, startled the night owls on the cliff, which flew away and hovered in the sky, hesitant to land.
"Ancestor, Lian'er has already investigated. Only Dansheng remains on Mount Yunmeng. When I was observing, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was abnormal, colorful clouds appeared, and stars shifted."
I suspect a powerful being has entered the realm, while Yuan Gong seems to have already crossed it. Lian'er even investigated the mountain but found no restrictions left by Yuan Gong.
The young girl, Lian'er, knelt obediently on the ground amidst the bones, her head bowed. She secretly glanced at the black gauze dress that had fallen in front of her.
The woman in the gauze dress had her back to Lian'er. From behind, she had a full head of white hair, a hunched back, and an old and frail appearance.
At this moment, she was holding a thick book, her withered, claw-like fingers constantly stroking the pages, feeling the faint power emanating from them. Instead of being surprised, she was delighted, and occasionally let out a sickeningly funny laugh.
"Good, good, good! My dear Lian'er, you have done a great service this time. Once I recover my Power of Laws, I will immediately remove the secret technique from your body."
The old ancestor, holding the book, suddenly turned to Lian'er, who was kneeling on the ground, and said...
A hint of hatred flashed in Lian'er's eyes as she knelt on the ground, but it vanished in an instant. A sickeningly bitter laugh rang in her ears, making her seem afraid to look up at this ancestor.
Turning around, the old ancestor's face was extremely thin and pointed, like an iron cone. His entire face was covered with thick rouge, and there were lines on his forehead. His high cheekbones stood out on his thin face, and his cheeks were sunken but covered with thick, bright blush.
She opened her mouth and giggled, revealing a row of black teeth. At this moment, looking down at her cheeks from her mouth was particularly horrifying; the sunken cheeks were rotting, with maggots writhing beneath her skin.
Lifting her droopy eyelids, a vertical pupil appeared in the white of her left eye socket, while a will-o'-the-wisp burned in her right eye socket. The unbearable heat caused her to cry out in agony from time to time.
She held the book and stroked it repeatedly, as if she cherished it dearly. Her bitter laugh carried far. She raised her head, her gaze piercing through the clouds, as if trying to see through the heavens.
" Xu Long! You've ruined my appearance, and I'll make you pay!"
She was none other than the Holy Auntie, the head of the Tushan Clan. She was living a good life as a local tyrant when Xu Long tricked her into helping him. Not only did she not gain any benefits, but she also destroyed her own family.
She resented Xu Long, that big jerk, for causing her to suffer damage to her very essence. But what pained her most was that she was being tormented by the Yang Fire day and night.
The scorching yang fire took root and sprouted within her body, causing her to scream in agony every time it flared up. The damage to her essence caused her cultivation to plummet, and she could no longer maintain her beautiful appearance.
Although her current appearance and age are actually quite consistent, what woman is willing to admit that her appearance has aged and her youth is gone? Especially when she could have stayed beautiful forever, but now she has to rely on the secret techniques of her true form to live a life of hardship and survival.
Fortunately, she was shrewd and calculating. During her peak as the head of the family, she planted secret techniques on trusted descendants of the clan to serve her. This caution allowed her to wait until today, until the opportunity came, until she could personally master the Heavenly Book.
Having been lurking in Mount Yunmeng for a long time, she naturally knew what the Heavenly Book meant to this world through various sources. If Yuan Gong were still alive, she would never have dared to dream of such a feat.
But now, Yuan Gong is no longer within the realm, and the Heavenly Book, representing the laws of heaven and earth Heavenly Book workings of the world, is in her hands. She thinks of this place:
From this day forward, I am a god!
It is the master!
The laws of heaven and earth!
Her hand gripping the Heavenly Book trembled violently, her gaze towards the pages filled with boundless madness, her eyes flashing with intense fervor; she was already fantasizing about how she would rule the world!
Taking advantage of the ancestor's momentary distraction, Lian'er slightly raised her head to look at her trembling hands and felt her extremely fervent gaze. A strange light flashed in Lian'er's eyes as she knelt on the ground.
She lowered her head, feeling a sense of disdain as she recalled the appearance of her ancestor. However, she forgot that she herself had looked the same way when facing the Heavenly Book just moments before.
" Lian'er wishes in advance that the Ancestor will soon regain his Magic Power, rebuild the Tushan Family, and restore the glory of the Nine-Tailed Fox!"
" Lian'er will follow the Ancestor's lead without question and is willing to go through fire and water for the Ancestor and the Nine-Tails Clan!"
"Eh... hehehehe... giggle..."
Upon hearing this, the old ancestor's right eye socket suddenly flickered, and a chilling laugh emanated from his throat, sounding like two pieces of iron being crossed.
"Well said! My dear Lian'er, from now on you will be the greatest contributor to the Tushan Family, and the Ancestor will surely ensure you share in the glory!"
She looked at Lian'er, who was kneeling obediently on the ground, then suddenly bent down and whispered intimately in the girl's ear about her rotten face that reeked of decay.
His face, etched with wrinkles, betrayed no true emotion; only the silent flames flickered in his eyes. The book he held in his hands, once open, was now closed without his noticing.
Lian'er, who had her head down, instantly felt a putrid smell coming from beside her. She dared not dodge, and then the words of the ancestor echoed in her ears.
Upon hearing this, his heart skipped a beat, his hair stood on end, and half of his fox tail uncontrollably darted out from under his spine—a demon's instinctive reaction when sensing mortal danger.
Fortunately, she was already a highly skilled cultivator, but her mind was still unsettled. In an instant, she retracted the half of her fox tail that had sprung out and bowed to the ancestor.
"Giggle..."
"I still need blood food!"
The old ancestor slowly raised her waist, her gaze fixed on Lian'er's head beneath her deep-set eyes. As she stood up, she slowly retreated, revealing countless white bones on the ground that had been covered by her Lian'er dress.
" Lian'er understands, Lian'er will find it for the Ancestor immediately..."
Lian'er kept her head down, watching her gauze skirt slowly retreat to reveal the heavy pile of bones beneath her feet. She looked as if she dared not breathe. Hearing the old ancestor's voice, which sounded like both crying and laughing, and recalling the rotting face she had just seen, she looked utterly terrified.
He bent down and slowly backed away, a fierce struggle flashing in his eyes, unseen by his ancestor!
"Flutter..."
The mournful cries and laughter startled countless scavenging Vulture and owls below the cliff. They flapped their wings and rushed up from the cliff, their bright red necks stained with dried black blood, and their small eyes revealing a fierce glint.
They would constantly watch the narrow cliff face and drop down a few mummified corpses for the creatures to feast on. The creatures would spread their wings and flutter and hover above the cliff, like a thick cloud of corpse energy gathering in mid-air.
As Vulture and owls circled in the air, howls and ghostly cries echoed from the depths of the cliff, as if the circling Vulture were a signal before dinner.
The frail Lian'er effortlessly grabbed several mummified corpses from beneath her ancestors, and with a flick of her wrist, the corpses hung on the cliff, swaying in the wind.
The appearance of the mummified corpse immediately attracted countless carrion-eating demons from the surrounding area, who howled and roared as they gathered around the cliff of the ancestor!
The undulating cliff face was covered with the desiccated corpses of demons. Their deep eye sockets were empty, their gaping mouths had no tongues, and their chests had black holes the size of teacups. The hearts that once beat in their chests were nowhere to be seen, only dried bloodstains remained on the gruesome ripped wounds.
The mummified corpses hanging on the cliff were pecked at day and night by Vulture and owls. When the mountain wind blew, the swaying mummies would fall sparsely into the depths of the cliff, attracting jackals and wild jackals to feast on them.
All the mummies, whether alive or dead, had endured countless tortures before finally succumbing to their torment; their gruesome deaths testified to this being a living Hell!
Lian'er stared blankly at the Hell scene around her. Among the corpses she had just thrown away was a young girl, whose once bright eyes were now hidden beneath her withered yellow hair.
She glanced playfully toward Mount Yunmeng:
"I'm not lying to you, their whole family was conscripted by the government for forced labor!"
She glanced back at the direction her ancestor had gone, remembering his words, "We still need a lot of blood food!"
Lian'er sneered, "That old whore still dares to dream of restoring her beauty?"
He then turned his head, stepped into the void, and began to descend the mountain step by step.
At this moment, the Holy Auntie, hidden in the cliff, greedily absorbed a stream of pure blood energy, while a group of people and demons of various appearances gathered around her under her gauze skirt.
The imprisoned people and demons knelt densely beneath the black gauze dress. As a tyrannical will invaded their minds, their souls were instantly annihilated, and their lifeless faces revealed a miserable and painful expression.
Their souls and essence transformed into a cloud of blood vapor, which was swallowed into the belly of the Holy Auntie by a powerful suction force. The living people and demons were instantly turned into dried corpses under the gauze skirt.