Not right, maybe the person underwent possession and mory loss, so they use such a thod to search.
Cao Zhengyang saw Zhou Qing lost in thought and added, "These two monks only left the Golden Thunder Sect the day before yesterday."
"Judging by their direction, their next stop should be the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, and then they might co to our Taiqing Sect."
Zhou Qing nodded slightly, estimating it to be an insignificant matter. If they want to search, let them search.
...
Just like that, two hours later, the Peak Master of Yunng Peak received the news that the bodies of the tornted disciples had been transported back by a large flying ship.
Zhou Qing then contacted Yan Xiaohu to bring Shen Yunzhou, who was returning from the martial training ground, to pay a visit to the "Hero’s Dust Return Valley."
This place, established by the Taiqing Sect over generations, serves as a resting place for disciples who sacrificed themselves for the sect. Every tombstone here is engraved with the life stories of the deceased, witnessing their loyalty and sacrifice.
The sect has always been sentintal and committed, offering precious spots and corresponding compensation for the descendants and families of these heroes.
Even the senior brother Du Kui, who once intended to kill Zhou Qing and realized his realm, is buried here.
When Zhou Qing and the others arrived at the Hero’s Dust Return Valley, a dense atmosphere of grief swept over them.
The breeze sobbed as it swept through the valley, where countless endless tombstones stood densely.
Further away were monunts already marked with the traces of ti erosion, belonging to the disciples who died during the previous and previous sect leaders’ tenures.
Luckily, there are dedicated people taking care of this place, so if the nas engraved on the stones beco blurred, soone will imdiately make a rubbing for preservation.
Cao Zhengyang and others silently bowed in respect to this vast valley.
Soon, Yan Xiaohu and Shen Yunzhou arrived.
At this mont, Shen Yunzhou looked at Zhou Qing with eyes full of awe; the ability to break others’ realms is truly astounding.
He first glanced around at the towering tombstones in the canyon, unable to help feeling emotional.
Then he looked at the solemn Cao Zhengyang and the other Divinity Transformation Perfection practitioners before finally settling his gaze on Zhou Qing.
"Zhou, what do you need from ?" Shen Yunzhou asked.
Zhou Qing responded, "Wait for a mont, I’d like you to help with sothing."
Shen Yunzhou was full of doubt, wondering what he could do to help.
Just at that mont, a low hum sounded from the sky.
Soon after, a massive transport flying ship slowly approached, its hull as black as ink, and its huge sail had already been changed to plain white.
Hanging on the edges of the flying ship were nurous copper bells, which tinkled softly as the ship moved.
This is the sect bringing the disciples... ho!
On the deck, disciples stood with grave expressions, holding white banners, silent, creating an oppressive atmosphere that was suffocating.
Everyone quietly waited, their eyes full of sorrow.
As the flying ship slowly landed, the crowd imdiately gathered around.
The disciples on the deck disembarked first, clasped their fists and bowed deeply, their voices mournful: "Greetings to the Sect Leader, greetings to the Peak Masters!"
Cao Zhengyang’s face was somber, he nodded slightly and, with a wave of his sleeve, stepped onto the flying ship first, with the others following closely behind.
At this mont, Shen Yunzhou’s nostrils twitched slightly, his eyes suddenly brightening.
"This scent is..."
He murmured to himself, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moving.
Quickly, he retrieved a simple clay pot from his storage bag, and suddenly lifted the lid.
Soon, a fist-sized black and gold dung beetle crawled out.
Its carapace shimred with a strange ghostly light, its layered elytra on its back clicking like tallic gears.
In an instant, its wings unfolded into two pairs of thin transparent mbranes like cicada’s wings, darting towards the flying ship like a shot arrow.
"I knew I wasn’t slling wrong, it really is!"
Shen Yunzhou couldn’t conceal his excitent, stepping quickly to follow the dung beetle.
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