Chapter 910: Chapter 357: Qiu Qianhai’s Senior Brother
“It’s possible, but who dares to bet on it? Bone Nightmare, you’re young, why don’t you give it a try, attack the Black and White Divine Hall and see if you can provoke that Divinity Transformation Ancestor to e out.”
The Soul Hall Master suggested.
Bone Nightmare Old Demon thought seriously for a moment, then began to count on his fingers, “I’m currently just at the mid-stage Nascent Soul, along with my wife who is at the early-stage Nascent Soul. Together, we can barely dominate at the mid-stage Nascent Soul level, while there are five mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators at the Black and White Divine Hall, not to mention the Black and White Dual Fiends who are two late-stage Nascent Soul Elders.”
“And finally, there’s the Divinity Transformation Ancestor.”
“If I go, the probability of death is ten out of ten, and the probability of successfully provoking the Divinity Transformation Ancestor is zero.”
“I will not go.”
Bone Nightmare Old Demon shook his head.
“What a pity.” The Soul Hall Master sighed and then continued, “But for now, we’ve detected two pieces of information in our Soul Refining Hall.”
“Oh? Tell me more.”
Bone Nightmare Old Demon seemed interested.
“One of them is that the Divinity Transformation Ancestor has indeed already passed away. Otherwise, considering the nature of the Black and White Divine Hall, they would have started a massacre over these recent matters long ago, rather than hesitating until now and allowing us the Eight Holy Lands to probe.”
“Secondly, even if that Divinity Transformation Ancestor hasn’t passed away, their lifespan is nearly exhausted.”
“The rumor of their passing was actually spread by the Black and White Divine Hall itself to test which among the Eight Holy Lands would dare to make a move.”
The Soul Hall Master spoke slowly.
“Makes sense.”
Bone Nightmare Old Demon nodded in agreement, “Anyway, let’s wait a bit longer. The moment Rashamon Sea appears, regardless of whether that Divinity Transformation Ancestor has passed away or not, the Black and White Divine Hall will reveal their true nature.”
“Indeed.” The Soul Hall Master picked up his wine cup, rubbing it slowly in his hand, then as if remembering something, spoke slowly: “I heard that recently, Celestial Killer Mountain has gotten quite close to the Demon Race.”
“Hmm?”
Bone Nightmare Old Demon appeared as if he just learned about this and said somewhat incredulously: “If you said the Profound Snake Mansion was getting close to the Demon Race, that would make sense, but Celestial Killer Mountain… didn’t the Master of the Sea Ruins make a fuss in West Border City a few years back? How could they get close to the Demon Race?”
The Soul Hall Master chuckled, indifferent.
“But thinking about building a cross-continental teleportation array, the Black and White Divine Hall actually collaborated with Celestial Killer Mountain… this would have been impossible in the past. Perhaps that Divinity Transformation Ancestor truly is no longer around.”
The Soul Hall Master seemed very concerned about this.
It’s a pity that Bone Nightmare Old Demon was only focused on drinking his wine and did not respond.
Seeing this, the Soul Hall Master casually changed the topic.
“In recent years, there has been no news of Ji Yuan throughout the Jiyuan Continent. Perhaps he truly fled to Cangluo.”
“A mere Fake Pill Cultivator, just a clown who can’t stir anything up. Even if he did reach Core Formation, so what? It’s merely a slap to eliminate him.” Bone Nightmare Old Demon scoffed dismissively: “The saying ‘below Nascent Soul, all are ants’ is not without reason.”
“No, no, no.”
The Soul Hall Master shook his head quickly, then eyed the young man in front of him curiously.
“What I mean is, many people believe that Ji Yuan carries the shadow of your master.”
Upon hearing this, Bone Nightmare Old Demon’s initially calm demeanor darkened, his brows furrowing, and even an invisible pressure seemed to emanate around him.
However, this lapse of posure was quickly concealed by him.
He casually replied: “Let’s not discuss how that rebellious master died by my hand years ago. Even if he were truly to return, what would it change?”
“The Nightmare Sect has already turned into the Bone Nightmare Sect. The entire sect recognizes only me, Bone Nightmare, not him, Nightmare. Unless he can return powerfully with late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, then I truly have nothing to say.”
“As for this Jiyuan Continent now, producing another late-stage Nascent Soul… hehe.”
Bone Nightmare Old Demon chuckled derisively, then said:
“Let’s talk about the matter of the Rashamon Sea instead.”
The Soul Hall Master gave an “mm,” saying, “The Black and White Divine Hall has been planning for such a long time; they’ve surely collected quite a few Rings of the Ghost Sect. By then, most of the Ghost Sect will bee people of the Black and White Divine Hall. As for us, either merge into them or bee outsiders… both options have their pros and cons, and require careful consideration.”
When it came to this, Bone Nightmare Old Demon put away his casual expression and seriously said:
“This matter is too significant, to be safe, our two sects should first solidify our thoughts, then discuss it further with the other sects. We can’t let the Black and White Divine Hall reap all the benefits.”
As they spoke, the island slowly disappeared into the sea.
“That’s right.”
The Soul Hall Master raised his wine cup and drained it in one go.
“There’s plenty of time for reproduction. The urgent matter is to cultivate several powerful Core Formation disciples. Otherwise, even if we enter Rashamon Sea, we might lose the initiative.”
“Indeed.” Bone Nightmare Old Demon replied, “I’ve heard your third disciple is quite exceptional and is already close to reaching the peak of the Golden Core level.”
“Isn’t Ma Gui the same? In recent years in the Land of the Far North, your disciples, Bone Nightmare Old Demon, have certainly made quite a splash.” The Soul Hall Master clicked his tongue in admiration.
Upon hearing this, Bone Nightmare Old Demon showed no joy, merely saying blandly:
“The more, the better.”
“…”
At the same time.
In the Northwest Sand Prison, within a secret realm, Ji Yuan, sitting cross-legged, looked at the Storage Bag in his hand and sighed.
“Ji Yuan touches the Storage Bag— the more, the better!”
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