Chapter 635: 593 Rumor 1
A place called Qin Mountain in Great Spirit.
This place is covered in snow all year round, with vast mountain ranges, grasslands everywhere, and patches of snow dotting the landscape, here and there. Occasionally, one can see faint steam rising from round puddles.
That is the underground hot springs.
Snow, hot springs, steam, grassland, all these scenes come together to form the unique landscape of Qin Mountain.
At this moment, on the large plain at the foot of Qin Mountain.
A group of masked people dressed in the Dajiao Alliance’s white Tai Chi robes are digging and searching for something by an oval lake.
Several people are standing by the lake. Their figures and presence are imposing and intense, clearly not ordinary people.
The leader, dressed in a purple robe and wearing a purple-gold lotus feathered crown, is the National Master Yue Dewen, who should have been stationed at the Great Capital.
Beside him are several top experts from the Dajiao Alliance.
Daoist Qingyi, Moguduya of the Command Link, are all by his side.
The three top Spirit Generals are all intently watching the pit being dug by the small lake.
"Are you certain it’s here?" Daoist Qingyi asked solemnly.
"Multiple verifications have been carried out, and the people worshipping Spirit Flying Church have been reduced to the extreme, only leaving the military.
But most of the military only know the form of Celestial God Earth Mother’s true image. Although such people can ensure the gods do not fall into the abyss of oblivion, they cannot provide much power."
Yue Dewen replied calmly.
"So as long as we can find the core of the Array of Ten Thousand Spirits Reincarnation of Spirit Flying Church, we can completely undermine most of its hidden effects, rather than being unable to find their locations as now.
Even to fight, we must find them first." Daoist Qingyi nodded, as if explaining to Moguduya of the Command Link.
"How many cores are there?" Moguduya asked deeply.
"Five. Old Yue and I secretly removed three before. Now two remain, if this one is found, then it’s just one left." Daoist Qingyi replied.
Spirit Flying Church is indeed well-hidden.
They have been operating in Great Spirit for over a hundred years, with ambushes and contingencies everywhere, impossible to guard against.
"I don’t understand. Now that spirit generals have been totally suppressed, military power weakened to the extreme, and the royal family is in decline. Our Dajiao Alliance is in its prime. How can Spirit Flying Church resist?" Moguduya asked.
"You’ll find out soon enough." Yue Dewen suddenly raised his head, looking far into the horizon of the plain.
There, five figures are approaching quickly, heading toward them.
"Each core has fixed guardians, be careful." Yue Dewen stepped forward lightly, heading straight toward the five.
Daoist Qingyi remained still, guarding the surroundings, only observing the battle from afar.
"If you want to see, you can join." He said softly.
Moguduya paused, then stepped forward, quickly chasing after Yue Dewen.
In no time, the two quickly approached the five.
Only then did they see that each of the five had silver-white eyes and wore a layer of translucent illusionary white armor.
Their exposed skin was covered in wriggling silver patterns, making them seem devoid of any human emotion from afar.
"Be careful, these core guardians are very strong!" Yue Dewen warned.
When thirty meters away from the five, he suddenly waved his hand, sending a strong gust rushing toward them.
The invisible force field crashed onto the five, instantly slowing their movements greatly.
Moguduya rushed ahead, passing Yue Dewen, throwing a lightning-fast palm at one.
That person also reacted, raising a hand to block.
Clang!!
Between them, the ground exploded and cracked, the gust turned into air currents spreading everywhere.
The immense power sent that person flying backward, rolling far across the grassland, but soon silver flames rose from their body, stopping them, and they stood up again.
Surprisingly, although their strength was far inferior to Moguduya, there were no scars on their arm or body.
"What on earth?!" Moguduya’s physique expanded, entering Extreme State, raising both arms.
Whoosh!
Two black chains shot out from the sleeves of his arms, firmly wrapping around two silver-eyed figures.
He shouted low, exerting force to lift them, spinning them continuously in the air.
The spinning speed increased, becoming more urgent and faster.
Boom!!!
Finally, with a loud bang, Moguduya slammed the two together in mid-air.
At the moment of collision the chains instantly tightened, preventing them from being broken by the counter-force.
But soon, the two tumbled to the ground, standing up again, surprisingly unscathed.
"No need to waste effort." Yue Dewen said calmly, "These silver-eyed people are actually Spirit Generals who died completely before."
"Spirit Generals who died before?! Forgotten ones?" Moguduya’s eyes narrowed, seemingly thinking of something.
"They have long lost all consciousness and flesh, leaving only the shell, which is filled with a special substance called Lingyan. This substance is incredibly hard. I once suspected that Spiritual Line was cut out from this substance."
Yue Dewen calmly explained.
"So, just hold them off." Daoist Qingyi continued, clearly, they had attempted to deal with these silver-eyed figures before, and failed.
Moguduya snorted coldly, unwilling to give in, continued forward, battling fiercely with the five.
No matter how he exerted force, hitting the five, from afar, it looked like hammering iron with a hammer.
Though he could distort and deform their bodies, he couldn’t completely kill them.
Even the spiritual line devouring couldn’t do anything to them.
"Found it!!" Suddenly, one of the masked diggers shouted.
Yue Dewen’s expression tightened, his gaze at the person’s location, with a flash, seemingly teleporting directly to the lake side.
Lowered his head to look at the deep pit in front.
"National Master! We found the dark gold wolf-patterned stag statue you mentioned!!"
The masked digger carefully lifted a human head-sized exquisite golden statue from the soil.
It was a special golden stag with wolf patterns on its body.
Rumble....
As the wolf-patterned stag emerged, the clouds directly above began to gather and flow.
Thunder rolled, as if suppressing some kind of aura.
Crack.
A bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the golden stag sculpture with wolf patterns was just an ordinary statue.
But at this moment, in the eyes of Yue Dewen and the other two, this statue was burning with a blazing golden flame.
The flame grew higher and larger, quickly transforming into a giant pillar of fire over ten meters high.
The entire pillar of fire was golden, swirling and flowing like liquid magma.
Puff!
A huge golden vertical pupil emerged from the middle of the pillar, opening to gaze at Yue Dewen.
"All things have spirits, and all spirits originate from the heavens." A deep roar that only those with Spirit Cores could hear spread from the pillar of fire.
"The All Living Beings Pillar... has finally emerged." Daoist Qingyi stepped forward, exchanging a glance with Yue Dewen.
He suddenly charged forward, his body like a bolt of lightning, tracing a mysterious winding path, as he struck towards the pillar of fire with his palm.
As he struck, layers of black and white Tai Chi Diagrams continually appeared behind him, expanding and combining.
A dense array of palm-sized Tai Chi Diagrams formed a giant black-and-white lotus, blooming and unfolding. It emitted a white halo that landed on Daoist Qingyi’s back.
Just as Daoist Qingyi was about to strike the All Living Beings Pillar with his palm.
Suddenly the center of the pillar of fire bulged violently, ejecting a golden arm to grab at Qingyi.
The arm, radiant with blinding golden light, disturbed the air the moment it moved, creating rings of transparent ripples.
Even before the golden arm approached, the terrifying extreme heat rapidly encroached upon Daoist Qingyi.
The Tai Chi Diagram Lotus behind Qingyi withered, faded, and vanished quickly under this intense heat.
This change happened so quickly.
So quickly that Daoist Qingyi himself had no time to react. Watching powerlessly as he was about to collide with the golden arm.
Dang!!
Yue Dewen’s figure suddenly appeared beside him, catching the golden arm with one hand, holding it steadily.
Boom!!!
The golden arm’s palm exploded with a vast amount of golden flame, engulfing Daoist Qingyi’s entire body.
With a muffled grunt, Daoist Qingyi quickly withdrew, but it was a step too late.
His skin showed faint signs of scorching blackness under the golden flame.
"Spirit-Devouring Fire!!?" His face was filled with horror. "It’s the unique divine fire of Spirit Flying Heaven!! Old Yue, retreat quickly!!"
"Moon Seal."
Yue Dewen grasped the golden arm single-handedly, a cold silver crescent moon suddenly appearing behind him.
Countless moonlight beams projected out from the crescent moon, illuminating the area around the golden arm.
The moonlight completely enveloped it.
Rumble!!!
A loud explosion. The golden arm directly self-destructed.
The golden flames and silver moonlight burst apart simultaneously, transforming into a whirlpool of shining gold and silver air currents, engulfing everything within a kilometer radius.
Before long, the whirlpool rapidly contracted, slowly shrinking into a sphere of gold and silver resting in Yue Dewen’s right palm.
Pop.
The sphere broke, shattering and disappearing.
Not a trace remained.
Yue Dewen’s face remained calm, retracting his hand, he looked up towards the All Living Beings Pillar.
"Now we can continue the destruction."
Seeing this scene, Daoist Qingyi and Moguduya both felt a chill in their hearts.
Yue Dewen was even stronger than before....
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Near Citong, the Great Teaching Alliance branch—Jiutong Temple.
Whoosh.
A blood shadow suddenly sped in from afar, landing lightly in front of the temple’s main gate, transforming into a human shape.
The person was clad in a blood-red robe, with black hair cascading like a waterfall. His face was pale without a hint of color, his lips faintly tinged with a purplish hue. It was Zhang Rongfang, who had just left Cituogang Port.
Caw caw caw.
Crows on the temple walls hopped around, making harsh, unpleasant cries.
Zhang Rongfang glanced up, stepping forward, and gently pushed the door.
Squeak.
The temple’s main door wasn’t locked and opened easily.
Immediately, a faint smell of blood wafted out from inside.
"As expected." Zhang Rongfang’s eyes turned cold, stepping into the courtyard.
Jiutong Temple had a simple large square structure.
Like a mouth shape.
One side was the main gate, the other three sides housed the temple, living quarters, and guest accommodations.
But at this moment, the entire courtyard was empty, without a single person in sight.
Zhang Rongfang walked to the incense burner in the middle of the yard, reaching out to touch its surface.
"There’s a smell of blood... and signs of fighting." His fingers traced over a shallow knife scar, feeling the cold, rough texture.
"Something did happen after all." Bai Lin said gravely. "It seems the Great Teaching Alliance, like you, encountered an ambush. No wonder they couldn’t intervene to stop the White Ten Sect."
"Where did such a powerful dark force emerge from in the Great Spirit?" Zhang Rongfang furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
In a flash, he entered the temple hall.
The tall statue of the God of Wealth sat serenely at the head.
Numerous spear holes remained in the side walls. A faint smell of blood lingered on the floor, indicating a fierce battle had occurred here.
"No living people remain." Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly, turning and transforming back into a blood shadow. He dashed out of the temple, heading back the way he came.
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