"It took 48 billion Top-Grade Spirit Stone to acquire this treasure of yours!"
"It truly breaks my heart!"
Hehehe!
In the bloody and evil continent.
Inside a dark and secluded cave abode.
The crystal containing Chu Changyue's Divine Soul was placed in a skull-shaped cauldron.
Standing before the furnace was an old man dressed in a blood-red robe, his body hunched over.
The old man was excited, his eyes fixed on Chu Changyue's Divine Soul.
It's as if I can see an unparalleled delicacy!
"My darling, my darling!"
"With you, I can now truly hope to ascend to the position of Venerable."
"After being trapped in the Tribulation Transcendence for so many years, I have finally waited for you."
The old man in the blood-red robe spoke with increasing madness.
The withered fingers affectionately caressed the crystal that contained Chu Changyue's Divine Soul.
It's clear that he's only an eighth-level Tribulation Transcendence Transcending cultivator.
He spent all his wealth to buy this ninth-tier Mahayana Divine Soul.
This was no easy feat for him either, which explains why he looked so appreciative.
The fingers caressed as if stroking a beloved person.
But who knew, the next second...
Crimson flames surged from his palms.
Blood and fire ignited, melting the crystal.
Even Chu Changyue's Mahayana Divine Soul was slowly melted away.
It transformed into wisps of pure soul blood power, which were inhaled through its mouth and nose.
At the same time.
At the very moment when Chu Changyue's Divine Soul was completely melted away.
Inside the Miscellaneous School in the Eastern Desolation Star, Central Continent.
A jade amulet suddenly shattered!
The noise attracted the monks on duty.
Then, the entire Miscellaneous School was thrown into chaos.
"No, no, no... Something's wrong!"
"The Chu family head's life tablet is shattered!"
"The patriarch... has fallen!"
"What?!!"
"Help! Help!"
"..."
Amidst the chaos, the Miscellaneous School cried out in despair.
Chu Changbo was temporarily acting as the head of the family, could hardly believe his eyes.
His mind trembled with fear.
It wasn't just because my brother's divination tablet shattered.
Furthermore, if Chu Changyue's life tablet were to break, it would mean... that Dragon Fate might not be dead!
The news spread to Hundred Schools, causing a Hundred Schools stir.
Bing Wuji never been so enraged.
He almost instantly grabbed a powerful iron spear and rushed to the Miscellaneous School.
The heads of various families also arrived at the Miscellaneous School as quickly as possible.
Once all nine leaders had gathered...
Bing Wuji's face was cold, and his tone was disdainful.
"This is what you call 'nothing happening'?"
"You've wasted another three years, are you only going to wake up when Patriarch Chu is dead in vain?"
"Okay, tell me now, what should we do?"
"The Chu family head is dead, but the Dragon Fate is surely not over."
Who will handle this?
Bing Wuji's tone was extremely harsh, showing no mercy whatsoever.
His gaze swept over the heads of each household, and he was no longer in a hurry.
Yes, nobody was in a hurry before, but now things have turned out badly.
He wanted to see if these people could still sit still; that would be a testament to their strength.
He Bing Wuji.
After he finished speaking, the ancestral hall of the Miscellaneous School fell silent.
Then it became extremely noisy.
"I knew it! Those Heavenly Fate -called chosen ones found by the Technique School are unreliable!"
"More than three years have passed, and that arrogant fellow hasn't sent back a single word."
"Now that the head of the Chu family is dead, and there's still no movement, it's possible they've already defected to the enemy!"
"That's right, the Technique School must be held responsible!"
"Me, take responsibility? On what grounds? My Technique School has no responsibility to bear. If it weren't for relieving your worries and solving the Legalist School's problems, would my Technique School have taken on this task?"
"Now they want us to take responsibility? Hmph, they really should be responsible! They're clearly Legalist School!"
Ultimately, the blame was directed at Legalist School.
Everyone was panicking; they all knew things were going badly.
I even felt that something was wrong.
But they still want to protect themselves, as the old saying goes.
Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.
Even after my fellow Daoists die, I still have to live my life, don't I?
Perhaps in everyone's mind, the Dragon Calamity will be eliminated sooner or later.
It just comes at a price, and of course, that price is a little painful.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be making such excuses.
Lord Shang, the Legalist School leader who had been thrust into the spotlight, remained silent.
His gaze swept around.
Finally, he looked at Bing Wuji.
It seemed as if he wanted to discuss it, or perhaps he had something else to say.
But after facing the Bing Wuji, who was no longer in a hurry and instead gave him an extremely indifferent look, he realized that Wuji was not worried at all.
In the end, he swallowed his words.
He spoke in a hoarse voice.
"If this matter is to be discussed, our Legalist School certainly bears real responsibility."
"But... the Technique School have misled our families. Now that the head of the Chu family is dead, it means that this cultivator has the ability to kill Venerable."
Even with our entire family's help, it's not a foolproof plan.
"In that case, the Legalist School are willing to join forces with the Technique School to establish a supreme authority!"
No sooner had Lord Shang finished speaking than...
The master of the Technique School suddenly blushed.
He seemed anxious to explain himself, yet also reluctant to do so.
But before he could even speak, a chilling spear intent crashed down from the sky.
"Boom!"
The essence of warfare and the intent of spearmanship reach even the Technique School.
Bing Wuji remained silent, and the others also realized what was happening.
They stared intently at the head of the Technique School.
The meaning was clear to everyone.
If the Technique School don't step out at this critical juncture, then the Technique School will perish today.
Such a calamity has made them far more vigilant than ever before.
We must deal with this carefully.
The master of the Technique School finally had no choice but to nod bitterly.
He knew he would have to bear the consequences.
"Now that the matter of who will leave the palace has been decided, let's act swiftly."
"With the Legalist School school being powerful, and three deities revered within the family, one can remain to protect the Lineage."
" Technique School two powerful sorcerers isn't a guarantee of safety; let's bring out both at once."
"With all four of them combined, I refuse to believe this Dragon Calamity can survive!"
Bing Wuji struck while the iron was hot, even deciding on the manpower allocation.
From the perspective of Legalist School, if two of the three deities are involved, the punishment from Heavenly Dao will inevitably be extremely severe.
But there is still a guardian spirit protecting the Lineage, so perhaps the descendants of the Lineage still have hope for a turnaround.
Even if no one is born again after many years, as long as there are still cultivators born, then it cannot be considered an extinction.
However, the Technique School already have two Venerable; if both of them were to appear...
The fate of his Lineage members will also be difficult to secure.
It seemed they had guessed the Technique School's doubts, and feared that this person might betray the star like Yin-Yang School.
The head of the Medical School, who was standing nearby, quickly spoke up to reassure him.
"Rest assured, Master of the Technique School. You only need to go and quell the disaster. From now on, no matter what, as long as my Medical School survives, I will ensure the continuation of the Technique School's bloodline!"
"Even if divine punishment truly strikes and forces no more cultivators to emerge from the Technique School, my Medical School will certainly ensure the continued existence of the Technique School' mortal descendants!"
The head of the Medical School seems to have some influence and trust among the nine major families.
After he finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement.
With witnesses from various families, the head of the Technique School's expression improved somewhat.
Without saying anything more, he left only one last sentence before turning and leaving.
"I'll go home and make arrangements. Ten days later... I'll depart!"