Two figures descended from the dark sky and shattered the entrance seal of the Ninth—fortress sect. In this sect, the cultivators are advised to cultivate their will as a priority and then any other power as extra. However at this moment, the sect master is on an important task and might likely be dead.
The man who had forced himself into the empire stood before countless devoted cultivators who stood their ground. No one would allow an enemy to enter the sect, especially when the sect master is doing something very important and doesn't want to be disturbed.
"Where is Zishan Sheng?"
The atmosphere suddenly chilled at the sound of his voice, causing countless cultivators to cower in fear.
For a moment, no one answered his question, dwelling on their fears, wondering whether the sect master succeeded or not.
Sometimes, the sealing formation can fail and the wielder would still lose their life in the end—
That would definitely put the six universes in a precarious situation… a fragile balance, meaning that after all the struggle, one side would have to succumb.
But then.
"I won't ask the question again. Where is Zishan Sheng?"
Suddenly, a blinding light flashed causing the entire sect to tremble.
The man looked up, his black eyes flashing with a cold, murderous intent. He moved, his entire body embodied in a chilling aura that shook the sky.
The senior disciples of Ninth-fortress immediately took action, their will powering up in order to resist the insane pressure.
"Light."
"Darkness."
"Shadows."
"Flames."
Inscriptions quickly simmered in the air.
光明.黑暗.陰影.火焰
The top senior, Chenyi Lu moved forward, muttering out the four effigies that have been inscribed, giving them vitality.
"Guāngmíng. Hēi'àn. Yīnyǐng. Huǒyàn."
He moved his hands in a strange angle, his two fingers striking northwest.
Then, a terrifying barrier formed, halting the advancement of the invading man.
The barrier actually stopped him which is a big surprise.
"Are you all willing to exhaust your spirit essence and still end up dead or just let me in and I spare your life?"
The disciples of the Ninth-fortress sect did not budge and he chuckled.
"Fine, suit yourself!"
He waved his hands, his pressure descending like a deadly hurricane and the terrifying power sent everyone flying, the barrier itself cracking.
They spat blood, however none of them could do anything since the man had already crossed the boundary line.
"Senior Chenyi, what do we do?"
The young man's face was pale.
Hai qiqi, Tai chi and Mu Shen… the junior disciples just stared at him, weak, almost drained of spiritual energy.
They did not have a way to trap a powerhouse. Plus they did not know if he had achieved Immortality or not— if he had, then it would be a losing battle because the gap between them would be like that of heaven and earth and if he he hadn't achieved Immortality, it would still be fighting a losing battle because, the man must have been cultivating for a thousand years, who knows.
It didn't take long and the man stepped out of the hidden enclave, his eyes burning with a fiery light.
"Where is Zishan Yao?"
Every cultivator instantly paled.
This must mean that sect master Zishan had completed the sealing formation and most likely died in the process.
"Yao is three years old and cannot leave the universe. He isn't a cultivator. The Zishan clan had done something to hide him and only this sect would know."
And indeed, they knew except— the seal cannot be broken unless it reaches the duration of expiry. And of course, only Old master Sheng knows where he had hidden the seal so it would be impossible to tell that he had hidden Yao under the star.
The man was suddenly infuriated and he shouted.
"Are you trying to hide the entire Zishan clan's mistake? Do you want to suffer from a mistake that you all did not commit?"
He suddenly chuckled.
"The only mistake I can see now is— hiding the secret."
There were different cultivators on the Ninth-fortress sect, all from various clans. And with the situation at this moment, the Zishan clan is looking to be under a feud with every clan the very moment these young cultivators are killed.
Things weren't looking bleak at the moment.
The man suddenly laughed like a maniac and whispered. "Fine! I'll make you all talk."
He scribbled something on the void and the next minute, gasps tore through the crowd of student disciples. Who wouldn't recognize that legendary but dangerous technique.
靈魂湮滅
"That's soul annihilation!"
More gasp tore out of their lips, a look of terror and horror appearing on every face. They watched the inscription spun on air, enchanted by powerful vitality.
"Legend has it that anyone struck by the soul annihilation technique would die instantly unless they possess a very sturdy inner world."
The man laughed.
"How many of you possess that kind of inner world? No one!"
He immediately chanted.
"Lìnghún yānmiè. Lines from the end, lines from the brink, connect to create a whip!"
The inscription suddenly transformed, becoming a terrifying whip, crackling with the power of lightning.
"Now, do I have to set an example before you all start talking?"
No one wanted to have their souls annihilated so Zhi Yi, one of the junior disciples spoke immediately.
"They sealed the boy! However we do not know where they've hidden him."