The three wolves exclaid in astonishnt, not expecting such profound mysteries in the formation.
Lin Yingying, equally amazed, jumped down from the carriage and touched the red boulder, saying, "Is this a real stone?"
Long Fei descended from the carriage, smiling as he said, "This is the Guiding Stone. Kunlun disciples often need to return, so they require such stones for reference. We enter from the right side of this stone to reach the Dao Palace of Kunlun."
Lin Yingying marveled, "The Mysterious Gates of Heaven and Earth, each different—indeed both strange and fantastic, with every kind of technique."
Long Fei smiled briefly, holding her hand as they proceeded together, resembling touring lovers.
The three wolves coughed dryly, silently thinking that humans were quite open, frequently embracing and pulling each other.
The Wolf Clan is more conservative, only making contact briefly during reproduction.
They pulled the carriage, following the pair into the arena.
This arena is vast, surrounded by a circle of towering giant woods spanning a hundred miles.
Among the forest, there is a path of bluestone leading up into the heart of the Dao Palace.
Upon stepping onto the stone steps, the three wolves sniffed the air, imdiately alerting Long Fei, "Master, there’s a strong scent of blood on the mountain."
Long Fei had already sensed it, exchanging a glance with Lin Yingying, "Be careful."
Lin Yingying asked him, "Is it Little Ya and the others?"
"Perhaps!"
Long Fei’s Divine Sense enveloped the mountain, but the dense Earth Energy of Kunlun Mountains greatly disrupted his sensing.
Even his Unity Realm Stage Divine Sense couldn’t probe objects here.
Nevertheless, amidst the bloody scent, he discerned a familiar aura of Yin Malevolence.
After ascending together, just past the mountain’s gate pavilion, they found the Dao Palace inside filled with ruins and bloodstains, with the mountain’s vegetation transford completely into blood mud, even the lotus flowers in the pond weren’t spared.
Yet, the Dao Palace within was deserted. The three wolves road around, finding even the main hall empty.
Long Fei touched a burned-off beam, feeling the warmth still lingering, indicating that this was a recent occurrence.
Lin Yingying covered her nose, feeling slightly queasy as she remarked, "What kind of blood is this? Why is it so pungent?"
Long Fei frowned and said, "This is the Blood Demon’s thod, using tainted blood to destroy people’s Magical Treasure’s Spiritual Energy. During the battle on Immortal King Star, I used Karmic Fire to refine him on the Heart-Refining Bridge, never expected him to still be alive."
"Blood Demon?"
Lin Yingying inquired, "How did this being end up on Kunlun Mountains?"
Long Fei looked around and said, "There must be so calamity here!"
Above his head, the Sixteen-Foot Dharma Laksana erged.
His eyes shone with lights, reversing ti.
The scenes here rewound continuously before his eyes.
After a mont, he retracted the Dharma Laksana, proceeding with Lin Yingying and the three wolves to the back mountain.
The sky here differed significantly from the front mountain, shrouded in clouds with flashes of Mysterious Light within.
Rumbling sounded, and lightning unexpectedly ford within the clouds, as if a thunderstorm brewed.
Flas burned within the clouds like a massive rupture.
Below, fierce winds roared, causing Long Fei’s and their robes to billow loudly.
The three wolves squinted their eyes, calling out in surprise, "Master, what monster is this?"
"It’s not a monster, it’s the Enlightennt of the sanctum!"
Long Fei wrapped his arm around Lin Yingying’s waist, taking her to soar into the air, charging into the fiery light within the thunderous clouds.
"Enlightennt? Isn’t that a fortune?"
The three wolves hastily followed, excitedly howling.
During this period, following Long Fei had reaped nurous benefits, yet lacked any major fortune.
Sanctum’s Enlightennt is different, typically only ancient Human Immortal sanctums possess such might.
Attaining sothing randomly within would be an imnse fortune for oneself.
The thundercloud and flas triggered due to the sanctum’s spatial friction with this realm.
The now intensifying cloud activity suggested escalating activities within the sanctum space, growing more unstable.
Estimably it won’t be long before this space collapses entirely.
The temperature within the thundercloud was astonishing, with continuous electric strikes that made the three wolves howl incessantly behind.
Were it not for the Kirin Bloodline’s body protection, they’d have been struck into a pulp long ago.
So they simply took shelter beneath the carriage, charging along with Long Fei and Lin Yingying into an extrely dazzling fiery light.
Suddenly, the noises of wind and thunder halted, overflowing Spiritual Energy brought imdiate comfort to their bodies.
The three wolves erged from beneath the carriage, thinking they had entered the Immortal Realm.
In all directions, mist lood over, Mysterious Light interspersed, while the ground condensed of Earth Spirit Energy.
Stepping upon it felt akin to stepping on solid ground.
In the sky, even Immortal Cranes cried.
A rainbow bridge appeared in the distance, spanning across two sides of a grand hall.
The great hall was massive, rising over hundred ters.
Outside, it shimred golden, intricately carved, imposing magnificently. Surrounding it were towering giant woods, resembling the residence of Immortals.
"Isn’t this place too beautiful?"
Lin Yingying shouted amazedly, never having witnessed such a scene before.
"Little Ya and the others are just ahead!"
Long Fei lifted her, soaring above the ground akin to flying through clouds, reaching the rainbow bridge in a few steps.
The three wolves didn’t follow them but sniffed around, searching for celestial treasures.
In front of this Golden Temple, a crowd faced off in three factions.
One side was nurous, protected by a group of old Daoists.
Another entirely comprised of female cultivators, precisely Xie Sanniang and Wang Xiaoya’s group.
And yet another side, heavily shrouded in Yin Malevolence Qi.
Precisely Long Fei’s old acquaintances, Zhu Yuchen the Blood Demon, the Nine-Lives Monster Zhang Hengyu, and the Dongying Onmyoji Ashiya Douman who once competed on the sea against Long Fei for the Crystal Palace.
They mingled with heavily demonic qi individuals, numbering no less than a hundred.
The Kunlun side and Xie Sanniang’s group’s faces looked unpleasant, evidently gravely wounded.
Zhu Yuchen wore an eerily red robe, more sinister than he was on Immortal King Star, almost transford, adopting a feminine deanor.
As he spoke, he covered half his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling sinisterly at both factions, "We’ve battled bloodily for a day, the verdict is set. The opportunities within this grand hall belong to us, you’d best retreat lest et your demise here."
The old Kunlun Daoist holding a horsetail whisk cursed, "Devil’s Path monsters, I shall die rather than let you succeed!"
Speaking in anger, he spurted black blood from his mouth.
Zhu Yuchen laughed heartily, "Ling Xuzi, the tides have turned, this fortune is destined not for you. You’ve been hit by my Demonic Blood, though you won’t die, the demon poison has infiltrated your heart. Should you dare to exert Essential Qi, your flesh will instantaneously succumb to demonic attack, reduced to sludge."
"You despicable villain, attacking us in secret while unprepared, what sort of heroism is that?"
Ling Xuzi cursed fiercely.
Zhu Yuchen and the others sneered disdainfully, "Don’t impose your human race’s rules upon us rebels; we’ve always been demonic spirits in your eyes, never honorable gentlen. Bla yourselves for contesting fa and gain, fighting desperately here for selfish motives, only to benefit us instead."
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