"What?"
Hearing Xue Kui's out-of-the-blue statent, Qing Yuan couldn't help but freeze, almost thinking she had misheard due to being too exhausted.
"I said, Qing Yuan! I've found my master!"
Xue Kui's voice was filled with irrepressible excitent. This woman who had lived over three thousand years was now jumping for joy like an eight or nine-year-old little girl.
"Look, look at this!"
As she spoke, she hurriedly spread out the thick Hundred Affairs Scroll on the table, then took a clean sheet of paper and carefully placed it beside it.
She then ticulously marked onto this paper all those locations and positions she had selected from the Hundred Affairs Scroll.
Qing Yuan stood to one side, completely confused, not understanding at all what Xue Kui was doing.
"Do you rember the deduction I made before?"
Xue Kui raised her head and looked at Qing Yuan with burning eyes, asking, "At that ti, those Ascension realm sect masters who ca out of the White Bone Forbidden Land each kept their mouths tightly shut. Upon returning, they imdiately announced they were going into seclusion, and even their Dao hearts showed signs of wavering.
Back then I speculated that in the forbidden land, they must have encountered so existence that transcended common sense and understanding.
They might even be secretly plotting sothing."
"Now, look at these places again..."
As she spoke, Xue Kui pointed at several locations she had just marked on the paper and explained, "According to the Hundred Affairs Scroll's records from the past two years, large-scale fierce beast riots have erupted in each of these places, and they happen to be the sects where those sect masters are located."
"And here, look at these as well."
Finally, when Xue Kui connected all these scattered marks with lines, Qing Yuan's eyes gradually widened.
At this mont, Qing Yuan vaguely understood what Xue Kui was trying to express.
These locations corresponding to various sects, although far apart from each other and seemingly unrelated, were distributed around Ten Thousand Dao Sect, echoing each other from afar, and ultimately outlined an enormous spirit-gathering formation!
And the center of this formation was the Ten Thousand Dao Sect!
"This..." Qing Yuan looked up blankly at Xue Kui before her, unable to say anything else for a mont.
Xue Kui's expression was grave, her tone heavy, "If my deduction is correct, they are using their own sects as diums, trying to awaken so kind of existence!"
She paused briefly, her gaze growing increasingly profound as she continued, "Qing Yuan, I asked you before, did all those cultivators who disappeared in the White Bone Forbidden Land really perish? If they truly want to awaken sothing, relying solely on heavenly treasures and earthly materials would probably be far from enough."
"So... you suspect that those great powers who disappeared in the secret realm were actually..." Qing Yuan unconsciously clenched her hands, her voice trembling slightly.
"Mm."
Xue Kui responded in a low voice, then turned her head to gaze distantly toward Ten Thousand Dao Sect's main peak.
"My master always acted cautiously, and her cultivation had already reached the Immortal realm perfection. Even if she encountered misfortune in the White Bone Forbidden Land, she absolutely had the ability to escape, unless she was betrayed."
...
Deep within Ten Thousand Dao Sect's main peak.
Sect Master Ding Jingyi walked slowly into a hidden cavern.
The cave entrance was deep and dark, the passage winding downward all the way, leading directly into the interior of the main peak's mountain body.
He stepped on the stone stairs one by one. His footsteps echoed eerily in the empty cavern, sounding especially clear.
The entire main peak's mountain body had long been completely hollowed out.
Walking to the end of the passage, dozens of complex formations were arranged in sequence. In the center of each formation, a cultivator was firmly bound by black iron chains.
Their limbs were fettered, and "Soul-Nailing Needles" had been driven into the vital points all over their bodies.
Not only was their spiritual power completely sealed, unable to mobilize even a fraction, they couldn't even take their own lives.
And their life essence and lifelong cultivation were being continuously extracted like streams.
"These three thousand years, I've troubled all of you."
Ding Jingyi stood before the formations and slightly bowed to the ten imprisoned cultivators in total.
"Ding Jingyi! Acting so perversely against heaven, you will surely suffer divine retribution!" The Rakshasa Hall's forr hall master suddenly raised his head, his gaze like knives, nailing firmly onto Ding Jingyi's face.
"Stop now, turn back from your wrong path while you still can!" The Sword Peak master coughed up several mouthfuls of stagnant blood. Though killing intent was sharp in his eyes, his voice couldn't hide his weakness.
However, Ding Jingyi acted as if he hadn't heard these rebukes and warnings at all.
He simply paced calmly and finally stopped before a woman.
She hung her head low, her long hair disheveled, her complexion as pale as paper but even so, the woman's devastatingly beautiful countenance was difficult to conceal.
"Rushi, do you have anything to say?"
Ding Jingyi looked at that woman, his voice low.
The woman nad Zhou Rushi slowly raised her head.
Her expression was abnormally calm, showing neither sorrow nor joy.
Only in those eyes did a trace of sympathy for Ding Jingyi show through, and even a hint of barely perceptible sorrow.
"What more is there to say? I rely feel disappointed that this world gave birth to people like you."
Though her voice was light, each word was clear, "In the past, how much hardship did the human and demon races' ancestors endure, how much did they sacrifice, to obtain today's prosperous age? And you want to personally destroy it with your own hands!"
"No, you're wrong. We're not destroying anything." Ding Jingyi slowly shook his head, his gaze deepening, "I am rely pursuing the true essence of the great Dao, walking a path others haven't walked!"
He suddenly turned around, looking toward the deepest part of the cavern, his tone gradually revealing irrepressible madness, "Once, we all thought the Ascension realm was the endpoint of cultivation. We thought that since the end of ancient tis, no one could step onto the true path of the great Dao... but heaven never seals off all exits!"
His voice grew increasingly fervent.
"I saw it with my own eyes, the radiance emanating from the gods filling the sky, that supre power wielding the laws of the great Dao! That is true equality with heaven, that is true immortality and eternal life!"
"And I, Ding Jingyi!"
He spread his arms wide as if to embrace so invisible existence.
"Will beco a god-like existence one year from now! The entire world will prostrate at my feet! I will truly enter into eternal life!"
The mont his words fell, Ding Jingyi suddenly activated the formations imprisoning the ten cultivators.
Bone-corroding, heart-piercing pain instantly swept over everyone, as if countless small knives were cutting their flesh piece by piece.
Their life essence and spiritual power were drawn out, transforming into streams of flowing, iridescent light that ultimately all converged into a sculpture at the center of the cavern.
The sculpture depicted a woman wearing a long dress. Her long dress swept the ground, her hair hung loose, she held a long spear in her hand, her gaze fixed ahead.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the instant Zhou Rushi looked at that sculpture, the corners of her mouth actually revealed an extrely faint, extrely light smile.
That smile seed present yet absent, as if silently mocking this ridiculous human world.
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