Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1338 - 24 Illusion and Inspection_3

However, they could hardly spare time to care for the other disciples, all of them staring in horror at the distant horizon.

There, a whirlwind that pierced the heavens and roared, was rolling towards the crowd!

"There are people in the wind!"

An early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator’s Spiritual Sense was sharp, and he couldn’t help but exclaim.

"So fast!"

Ke Mo couldn’t help but feel secretly alarmed in his heart,

"Who is this person in the wind?"

At that moment, inside the cage, Wang Qingyang’s eyes shifted from astonishment to disbelief,

"Could it be..."

In the next instant.

The whirlwind, like a dragon, moved with astonishing speed, arriving in front of the cultivators.

Under the intense gaze of Ke Mo and Tong Jiao, it eerily came to a sudden halt.

However, the power of the surrounding wild winds escalated in that moment!

Even an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator couldn’t withstand it and was quickly swept away by the fierce wind.

Hadn’t a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator at Ke Mo’s side quickly used his mana to pull him back, he might have been carried away too.

And within the whirlwind, an unfamiliar young figure also slowly emerged, looking down at everyone from above.

"Dare I ask who you are, and why did you attack the cultivators of the five sects without cause?"

Ke Mo narrowed his eyes, looking up at the young figure protected by swirling winds, his heart filled with uncertainty.

And just then.

From the cage behind him, a voice filled with surprise rang out,

"Master!"

"Master?"

Ke Mo’s expression changed slightly, his thoughts whirring rapidly, he almost instantly reacted!

"Strike!"

Numerous dark green phoenix feathers shot from his clothes and sleeves towards the young figure protected by the wind.

At the same time, a mirror was also sacrificed by him, quickly reflecting on the young man!

Tong Jiao also immediately drew his God-breaking Crossbow, launching an arrow engraved with peculiar patterns and talismans that struck the young cultivator at close range, almost as soon as it was fired!

Bang!

In that instant.

The young cultivator disappeared, and the whirlwind too.

It was as if the light of the water had ruptured, splashing up countless waves.

The world had finally returned to its former state.

Ke Mo blankly looked ahead.

Opposite, Tong Jiao, who should have been by his side, now unknowingly stood there.

His gaze was dull, but his body was filled with numerous phoenix feathers with deadly poison to cultivators, and a beautiful mirror was hanging over his head.

And the cultivators who should have been swept away by the fierce winds, now all stood vacantly in mid-air with lifeless eyes.

Ke Mo blankly looked down at his own chest.

An arrow engraved with special patterns and talismans had pierced his flesh and entered his Nascent Soul.

The light on his body dimmed, and the mana inside his body was quickly sealed by the arrow.

Yet he had no feeling at all, as if all the sensations in his body had disappeared.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and using the last bit of his unsealed mana, he struggled to turn his head and look behind him.

The girl who had escaped from the cage.

The overseas sword cultivator, who was quickly recovering after having the arrow removed.

And... that young cultivator figure he had just seen!

His appearance was ordinary, yet it was filled with mystery and depth due to his immeasurable strength.

"It was you... you just now..."

His lips trembled.

This brought forth a slight turn of the head from the young cultivator, casual with a hint of surprise,

"You actually woke up. The Divine Patterns on this arrow are somewhat interesting."

In this moment, Ke Mo finally understood everything, and he became absent-minded,

"It was just an illusion... just an illusion!"

Just moments ago, he was ambitious, aspiring to revive the glory of the era of his sect.

But it was only a matter of a few breaths...

Ke Mo suddenly looked up, staring at the young cultivator, his voice trembling,

"Who... who exactly are you? Are you an Immortal Ascension cultivator?"

But the young cultivator had no intention of answering.

Ke Mo’s face showed sorrow:

"I am now just a pile of bones in a tomb. If I do not know by whose hand I died, I will not rest in peace!"

Upon hearing these words, the young cultivator fell silent for a moment before finally speaking:

"Fenglin Continent, the primitive Demonic Sect, Deputy Sect Master."

"Fenglin Continent?"

Ke Mo was stunned:

"I guessed right, I guessed right... the primitive Demonic Sect, I remember!"

The next moment, a Sound Transmission Talisman shot out from his body with astonishing speed!

And Ke Mo’s mana was finally completely sealed.

His body involuntarily plummeted downward.

But the sadness that had once been on his face had now completely vanished, leaving only a grimacing, genuine smile:

"Ha ha! I have already passed this information to Yang Que! He will come looking for you! He definitely will! Even if I die, you will eventually join me..."

His smile abruptly froze.

On the young cultivator’s face, there was no trace of the nervousness or panic Ke Mo expected, just a calm that had been present from the start.

Calmly watching him finish speaking, then calmly extending his hand, transforming it into a vast hand that completely enveloped him.

His consciousness also quietly faded...

The young cultivator casually tossed the controlled cultivators around him into a painting.

Wang Qingyang and a somewhat recovered Zhao Feng also walked in.

The young cultivator glanced around, then suddenly struck downward, a mountain peak beneath him violently breaking apart, a myriad of rocks burying a dark Token.

Immediately after, the young cultivator’s mind moved, and he disappeared from the spot.

Above.

Inside the Dragon Transformation Pool.

The Supreme Dragon Transformation, with a large nose and small eyes, watched the scene in the water mirror, pondering:

"So, it is the Deputy Sect Master of the primitive Demonic Sect... Well hidden, I didn’t even realize it was a foundation of the Demon Sect."

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"No, we need to keep a close watch on that big-head! Can’t let him escape again!"

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"He’s not in any serious trouble, but if we want to extract the Void Refinement Heritage from his Soul, it could be a bit troublesome."

Inside the Myriad Library.

Jiang Yi, squinting his eyes, carefully observed Zhao Feng while speaking to Wang Ba.

Wang Ba frowned slightly:

"Even the seniors can’t solve it?"

Hearing Wang Ba’s words, Jiang Yi glanced at him.

Perhaps because Wang Ba had learned the Path of Yin and Yang in a short period of time, she did not say much, just snorted softly, then said:

"Troublesome, but not unsolvable."

"And the trouble I speak of mainly lies in not wanting those who laid the prohibition to notice."

Wang Ba immediately bowed solemnly:

"This Void Refinement Heritage concerns a potential Taoist Field that could allow the sect’s cultivators to achieve Immortal Ascension. Please, senior, take action."

"You said Taoist Field?"

Jiang Yi’s expression faltered, then her demeanor stiffened: "Where?"

Wang Ba did not hide anything and relayed the information Guan Ao had told him.

"Dragon Transformation Pool... Indeed, something did fall when Ye Cangsheng perished. Are you worried that in the Void Refinement Heritage, there’s a contingency left by Ye Cangsheng?"

Wang Ba nodded: "These Great Cultivators over the years, cunning as foxes, I really can’t believe Ye Cangsheng, who meticulously cultivated many to be sacrificed for Immortal Ascension, perished so easily."

Jiang Yi slightly furrowed her brows: "He indeed died; I witnessed it myself that day. He can’t deceive me on this point."

Wang Ba shook his head, stating openly:

"Didn’t Han Yanzi also perish before everyone’s eyes that day? Maybe Ye Cangsheng really did die, or perhaps he hid some means of resurrection. According to the Supreme Dragon Transformation, this Dragon Pool allows cultivators to achieve Immortal Ascension if it is true, we can’t miss such a rare opportunity."

Utilizing Spirit Beasts to mass-produce Dao Intention was still just their idea, not yet realized.

Yet the Dragon Transformation Pool was an opportunity right in front of them.

Thinking this, Jiang Yi also grew a bit more serious.

"I am only a Nascent Soul now; acting will be a bit troublesome, let Pang Xiu come and help."

As soon as her words fell, Pang Xiu’s figure already floated into view.

Half a day later.

Jiang Yi looked somewhat pale, holding in her hands a few pages of gold paper copied out.

"This is the Void Refinement Heritage, the Heavenly Holy Treasure Book."

"I’ve looked over it, there’s no problem."

Her tone carried a hint of disregard for the so-called Void Refinement Heritage.

Wang Ba took the gold papers, his heart slightly stirring.

"The heritage has no issues, in that case, Hall Master Guan and the others can rest assured while cultivating in the Dragon Pool."