Realm-Hopping Martial Master

About half a day later.

"Whoosh!"

In the dense black fog quietly permeating the Great Tomb Canyon, suddenly came the sound of something slicing through the air, promptly alerting the elders and true disciples guarding the perimeter.

Several sharp gazes simultaneously turned toward the direction of the sound, and Lu Chong, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation in front of the bronze giant gate of the Inheritance Hall, also sensed the disturbance, furrowing his eyebrows slightly and opening his eyes to look towards the black fog.

A few moments later, within everyone's line of sight, the black fog began to churn violently, and then a figure, battered and stumbling, vaguely appeared from within.

Seeing this, the true disciples on guard were bewildered, exchanging glances with each other, perplexed.

However, when they finally saw the face of the incoming person, their eyes instantly widened in astonishment, faces showing a thick expression of disbelief.

"Wu True Inheritor?"

"Hmm? Brother Wu, why is it you?"

"Mr. Wu, what's happened to you...?"

Voices of confusion rang out one after another, and everyone hurriedly dissipated the primordial power they had activated around them, moving forward to greet him.

The newcomer was none other than Wu Ya, the true disciple from the Hidden Sword Sect among the Eight Great Sects.

At this moment, Wu Ya's condition was evidently terrible, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, face pale without a trace of blood, clothes soaked in blood, and his garment thoroughly dyed red. On his chest was a gruesome wound deep enough to expose bone, blood flowing profusely, even faintly visible through the wound were his internal organs pulsating.

And his breath had weakened to the extreme. His primordial power and the strength of the Great Dao Embryo at the Nirvana Realm peak had almost completely collapsed and dissipated. This was evidently due to his excessive depletion of his cultivation origin.

Just from looking at this extremely tragic appearance, one could imagine the brutal battle he had experienced earlier.

Seeing Wu Ya, heavily injured and staggering, everyone quickly wanted to stretch out their hands to support him, but someone was even faster.

The void twisted, rippling slightly, and Lu Chong stepped out from it, his warm and strong hands supporting Wu Ya. At the same time, a very pure strand of primordial power flowed through his arm's meridians into Wu Ya's body.

The primordial power spread throughout the limbs and bones. Sensing the countless severe wounds within Wu Ya, Lu Chong's face tightened, and a hint of depth flashed between his eyebrows.

Wu Ya's Nirvana Realm peak strength was not considered weak among the true disciples of the Eight Great Sects. Among peers, few could have injured him this badly.

What worried Lu Chong even more was that Wu Ya wasn't exploring the Demon Sect relics alone and must have encountered some mishap along the way. Earlier, he was with Daoist Monarch Qingtian Zong Yue and others, exploring deep into the relics!

Now, he escaped back here heavily injured, but there was no trace of the others, which meant something, Lu Chong vaguely guessed a certain answer but dared not believe it.

The other surrounding true disciples evidently noticed this as well, each one feeling a chill, subtle changes appearing on their faces.

For a moment, a tense and heavy atmosphere slowly spread, a gloomy haze enveloping everyone's minds.

With strands of pure primordial power continuously injected to repair internal injuries, Wu Ya's violently fluctuating breath gradually stabilized, a faint blush returning to his pale face.

Seeing his condition stabilize, Lu Chong finally spoke solemnly:

"Wu Ya True Inheritor, what happened?"

The other true disciples also focused their gaze on Wu Ya's face, fully revealing their tension.

Wu Ya gasped heavily several times, laboriously lifting his head to look at Lu Chong before him. A twisted expression more pained than a ghost's appeared on his face as he tremblingly opened his mouth with the first words, causing all the true disciples to be stunned and their expressions to change drastically!

"Daoist Monarch Lu, we followed Daoist Monarch Qingtian to explore the deepest parts of the relics, but were ambushed by those treacherous people from the Demon Sect and Demon Race. Zong Yue escaped heavily wounded, Daoist Monarch Jin Feng Tang Yi died, and the team suffered heavy casualties..."

Before he finished speaking, several incredulous exclamations had already come out:

"What?! You encountered an ambush from the Demon Sect and suffered heavy losses?!"

"Zong Yue lost and fled, how, how is this possible?!"

Everyone wore horrified expressions, staring intensely at Wu Ya's pale face, panic scattering their composure.

In the past, if anyone had told them that Zong Yue, the leader among the younger generation of the Eight Great Sects, would be beaten into a hasty retreat, they would never have believed such absurdity, even if threatened with death.

But now, the state Wu Ya was in sufficiently showed this matter wasn't unfounded.

Thinking of the underlying meaning, panic inevitably arose in everyone's hearts.

While Zong Yue was still at the Nirvana Realm peak, he had condensed ten Great Dao Embryos, later advancing to the Vientiane Realm with four of them, his foundation incredibly strong, far beyond ordinary Vientiane Realm early stage Daoist Monarchs. In the depths of the Demon Sect relics still lurked a terrifying existence capable of defeating him, simply unimaginable!

Confirming the earlier speculation from Wu Ya's mouth, Lu Chong's face too became heavily grave, feeling the pressure surging.

Facing an opponent even Zong Yue couldn't match against, if it were him, he would likely lose even more miserably. Yet, why had he never noticed such a deeply hidden person within the Demon Sect before?

Frowning in thought but finding no clue, Lu Chong suppressed his doubts and continued to ask:

"Daoist Monarch Qingtian's strength is overwhelming; those from the Demon Sect and Demon Race entering this time should not be his match. Could the Demon Sect have prepared in advance, or is there some backhand in these Ancient Demon Sect relics?"

Wu Ya forced a bitter smile, fear lingering in his heart as he replied:

"No, the one who struck at Daoist Monarch Qingtian was the Demon Sect's first true disciple, Qiu Taoguang."

"Qiu Taoguang?"

Upon hearing this answer, including Lu Chong, everyone was stunned in place, a thick expression of shock spreading across their faces.

How could it be him?

Regarding Qiu Taoguang, both true disciples and elders from the Eight Great Sects were familiar.

Even within the Eight Great Sects, Qiu Taoguang's talent and strength were indeed superior, with few in the younger generation able to match him. But comparing him to Zong Yue was far from adequate, not comparable at all. Even facing Lu Chong, he likely didn't have much chance of winning.

"How could it be him?"

Muttering softly, Lu Chong's eyes constantly changed, suddenly remembering something, his gaze focused sharply,

"Could it be that Qiu Taoguang obtained some significant inheritance within these relics?"

Under his weighty gaze, Wu Ya nodded heavily and said:

"It's the Daoist Monarch of Great Disaster's inheritance! Qiu Taoguang obtained the Daoist Monarch of Great Disaster's inheritance!"

This statement caused uproar throughout the scene!

The eyes of all the true disciples widened, their gaze filled with undeniable shock and panic.

Within the Eight Great Sects, there are records about the Daoist Monarch of Great Disaster.

Even now, many peak masters are no match compared to the Daoist Monarch of Great Disaster.

"It turns out to be the Daoist Monarch of Great Disaster's inheritance, no wonder Qiu Taoguang's strength surged, even Zong Yue is no longer his match."

Lu Chong's hands slowly tightened, but he did not continue to ask further, instead frowning and falling into deep thought.

The current favorable situation had completely overturned, Zong Yue defeated and fleeing, whereabouts unknown. As one of the few among the Eight Great Sects to have successfully entered the Vientiane Realm, he had to step up and find a way to solve this crisis.

However, while he intended to take up this responsibility, others from the sects were already in disarray, secretly stirring and forming various plans.

Zong Yue was defeated by Qiu Taoguang, Daoist Monarch Jin Feng Tang Yi tragically perished. With the current strength of the Eight Great Sects, they were completely outmatched by the Demon Sect and Demon Race.

As for Lu Chong, the newly ascended Daoist Monarch Dayuan, in everyone's hearts, there was still a gap compared to Zong Yue. Even if the latter fell, Lu Chong could hardly gain any advantage against Qiu Taoguang.

If they continue, the only path awaiting them may be one leading to death!

With these complex thoughts swirling in mind, several acquainted individuals silently exchanged a glance, sharing mental ripples reaching consensus in a moment, one member proactively bowing to Lu Chong, saying:

"Daoist Monarch Dayuan, seeing the current situation, wanting to suppress the Demon Sect and Demon Race's forces with just our strength is insufficient. Why not disperse and retreat, leave the relics' inner circle, hide at the perimeter, perhaps there may be a glimmer of hope."