Bastards of the Holy Sect
"Oh----"
A soft sigh, carrying the weight of time and a hint of unspoken mockery, suddenly echoed across the silent platform.
The Daoist phantom that had previously shown no reaction to Chang Qing's questioning, appearing lifeless, slowly "came to life."
His blurred face seemed to turn towards Qi Yun, and his ethereal voice seemed to come from a very distant time and space. "You young man, you are meticulous and your knowledge is quite remarkable."
Faced with this ambiguous assessment, Qi Yun simply grinned, his tone as relaxed as if discussing the weather, completely out of place with the somber and eerie atmosphere before him. "It's nothing, the teacher taught me."
Read more books and newspapers, eat fewer snacks and sleep more.
So, my knowledge is a bit eclectic.
The Daoist phantom ignored Qi Yun's teasing and continued in its hollow, distant voice, "What you just said was indeed about 80-90% correct regarding the cause of that catastrophe."
But you're wrong about one thing.
Moreover, it's wildly wrong.
His figure slightly raised, as if recalling the long-forgotten years of blood and fire, his tone carrying a complex and inscrutable emotion. "My Divine Silkworm Sect, though it has some ambition to be second to none, is in essence nothing more than a small sect that seeks to live in a corner and delve into the secrets of Dao of Alchemy and Creation."
How could someone possess such "deceitful" abilities, daring to venture alone onto that ancient path, long abandoned by the times and fraught with peril?
"Trying to achieve transcendence through this?"
The figure paused, its gaze seemingly piercing through Qi Yun and reaching the colossal figure behind him. Its voice suddenly became sharp and icy. "The truth is—it's your Wuji Sacred Sect!"
It was you who personally spearheaded the effort, uniting all the major and minor forces in the Northwest Devil Domain, under the pretext of "requiring the rapid development of True Lord combat power to counter the oppression of the righteous path in the South."
Coercion and enticement, a combination of coercion and seduction.
Let me, the Divine Silkworm Sect ----
Let's embark on this treacherous and unpredictable ancient path!
"It is you who, by borrowing our sect's unique understanding of the Creation life and combining it with ancient secret techniques, attempt to use ancient methods to [Creation Art] and the virtues of Heavenly Dao to bring forth a True Lord."
These words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere, leaving Chang Qing speechless.
Even Qi Yun was taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which quickly turned into understanding.
"So that's how it is—" Qi Yun murmured to himself, finally resolving a doubt in his heart.
He found it strange that even if the Divine Silkworm Sect had some strange methods, its size was considerable, so how could it dare to defy the world and do such a taboo thing?
A small horse pulling a large cart—aren't they afraid of dragging themselves into a ditch?
It turns out that the entire Northwest Devil Domain was standing behind them.
The one who spearheaded this is none other than his own Holy Sect!
This so-called disaster of the Divine Silkworm Sect was clearly a gamble orchestrated by those in power, full of utilitarianism and calculation.
The Divine Silkworm Sect was nothing more than a chosen guinea pig.
The illusory figure of the Daoist priest became visibly agitated, his aura fluctuating violently, twisting and even faintly revealing a hint of blackish-red malevolence. "But what happened next?!"
Haha----Later, the Southern Righteous Path ran into internal problems and had no time to look north!
You felt the risks outweighed the rewards, so you changed your minds.
"You are unwilling to bear the potential backlash and unknown risks that this ancient path may bring, and you are even less willing to see another True Lord who is not completely under your control suddenly appear in the Northwest Devil Domain Realm!"
So you united and turned your guns on each other.
"They destroyed my Divine Silkworm Sect on the trumped-up charge of 'touch of taboos and endangering the common people.'"
"You are the ones who pushed us onto this path, and you are the ones who cast us into an abyss of no return!"
It's all your fault!
You have betrayed us!
You're the ones who crossed the river and then burned the bridge!
The Daoist's voice became shrill and venomous, filled with a hatred that even the most powerful rivers and seas could not wash away.
The sound echoed wildly above this misty platform.
After hearing this bloody, mind-blowing, and distant secret, Qi Yun and Chang Qing both fell into a brief silence.
To be fair, if what this Daoist priest said is true...
In this matter, the Holy Sect and even the entire Northwest Devil Domain Alliance acted in an extremely unethical manner.
Those who need people should be put forward, and those who don't should be put backward.
To eliminate potential threats, they even went so far as to exterminate entire families, demonstrating extreme ruthlessness and cruelty.
Chang Qing's expression shifted repeatedly. As a disciple of the Holy Sect, he had almost become a "victim" of this distant feud, making his feelings particularly complicated.
However, after a brief silence, Qi Yun's eyes regained their previous calmness, even carrying a hint of worldly-wise indifference.
He shook his head slightly and muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it. "That may be true, but the cultivation of the demonic path is inherently about dealing with a tiger for its skin, a world of deceit and treachery."
Being scammed is a common occurrence.
He looked up at the Daoist's illusory figure, which was filled with resentment, and his eyes were clear. "However, the Divine Silkworm Sect has been fooled by this—it's too big a trap."
It was so serious that it involved gambling with the fate of the entire sect and the lives of all its members.
In the end—a complete loss, losing everything.
"Therefore, since the Wuji Sacred Sect is unrighteous, don't blame me for being unjust!" The voice of the Daoist phantom became sharp and venomous.
"I have spent countless years here, like a lonely, unwilling soul."
Finally—finally, you two bastards of the Holy Sect have arrived!
Today, I will seize your bodies and infiltrate the Holy Sect!
In my lifetime, I will make sure your Wuji Sacred Sect tastes the bitterness of sect extinction, the death of its people, and the severance of its lineage!
As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Qing, who had been standing there in a daze, suddenly let out an extremely shrill scream.
He clutched his head with both hands, his face filled with pain and struggle.
The spot between the eyebrows, where the golden light had previously been absorbed, suddenly burst forth with countless fine, dazzling golden threads.
These golden threads, as if possessing a living being, surged wildly from his seven orifices and from every pore of his body, rapidly coiling and enveloping his body.
The silk threads intertwined and overlapped, making a teeth-grinding "rustling" sound, and in an instant, they wrapped and refined Chang Qing into a human-shaped silkworm cocoon.
Chang Qing's eyes were filled with despair and resentment as he tried to resist.
But the golden thread originated from the core implanted within his body, and he was powerless to break free.
I could only watch helplessly as my consciousness was enveloped and devoured!
However, at this critical moment, "Whoosh!"
A soft yet incredibly sharp whooshing sound cut through the air, drowning out Chang Qing's scream and the rustling of the golden threads!
Qi Yun!
He did not hesitate for a moment, nor did he try to save Chang Qing.
Instead, he took a step forward, and his aura suddenly became extremely sharp and violent!
The dark red glow of the Southern Brightness Devil Fire and the pitch-black light of the Sunken Abyss Iron Sand intertwined instantly.
A raging torrent of demonic fire erupted.
He was portrayed as if he were a demon god descended to earth!
The next instant.
His figure blurred, and he used his body as a sword, pouring all his essence, energy, spirit, and boundless True Essence into this "sword"!
[Southern Ming Sword Devil—Sword Offering]
A terrifying black-red Sword-Ray, condensed to its extreme and wreathed in destructive demonic fire and annihilating Sword Intent, ripped through the night sky like a shooting star.
Just before Chang Qing was about to be completely enveloped in its cocoon, it swept past fiercely!
Where the Sword-Ray flashed, time seemed to stand still.
"Gurgle----"
A head, its face frozen in shock, pain, and disbelief, detached from the neck, rolled a few times on the ground, and finally came to a stop.
It was Chang Qing's head!
The headless body, which was being wrapped in gold thread, stood frozen in place.
The golden threads seemed to lose their source, quickly dimming and disintegrating, and the entire corpse crashed backward, slamming heavily to the ground.
Qi Yun's figure solidified behind Chang Qing's headless corpse. His face was slightly pale from the sudden burst of all his power, but his eyes were as cold as ancient ice.
He didn't even glance at the corpse lying at his feet.
With a casual wave of his hand, he stored Chang Qing's head, which was still wide-eyed, into his storage Law Artifact.
The platform was deathly silent.
The illusory figure of the Divine Silkworm Sect Daoist seemed to have not expected Qi Yun to be so decisive. His ethereal voice rang out again, carrying a hint of something elusive. "Heh----I didn't expect that the disciples of the Wuji Sacred Sect would be so loyal to their sect."
In order to prevent my fellow disciples from being used by me, I decisively killed them with my own hands.
This is somewhat unexpected for me.
He abruptly changed the subject, his tone laced with absolute control and indifference. "However, for someone as mere Qi Refining Realm as you, killing him would only prolong your own life by a few more moments."
Today, you are destined never to leave this place.
However, Qi Yun suddenly chuckled in response to the Daoist's pronouncement.
He raised his hand, not to cast any Law Technique.
But at the same time, he was putting away Chang Qing's head.
Suddenly, a strange blood jade, about the size of a palm, with an ancient shape, was placed in his hand. It was blood red in color and had a smooth, mirror-like surface.
"It's a misunderstanding, senior." Qi Yun toyed with the blood jade in his hand, a meaningful smile curving his lips, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting with an old friend.
"The truth is, if he doesn't die, my trip will have been for nothing."
He paused, his gaze meeting the illusory figure, his eyes suddenly sharpening. "And who told you—I was planning to leave?"
In the instant the Daoist's illusory figure paused slightly, Qi Yun's smile suddenly widened, and he abruptly crushed the blood jade in his hand!
"It's them—they're coming!"
Click!
The blood jade shattered instantly!
The next instant, a gaze, aged yet imposing and possessing absolute power, was cast upon them.