The Sect Leader Has Taken in a New Female Disciple

Chapter 1240 - 371: The Yan Family’s Imitation Extreme Dao Weapon (6k)_2

The dark clouds churned incessantly, occasionally twisting into blurred human faces, silently screaming before vanishing in an instant.Beneath the dark clouds, all light was devoured, leaving only a suffocating gloom, with even the shadows appearing sticky and foul.

However, today, the perimeter of this land of death was buzzing with noise.

The crowd, dense and black, sprawled like a tidal wave, extending from the mountain’s foot to the wilderness several miles away.

Some cultivators were navigating their magical treasures, hovering in midair, some were standing at vantage points eagerly watching, while more pushed against the ground, craning their necks toward the depths of the mountain range.

The air was filled with an atmosphere of tension and excitement.

"Look at the sixth main peak!"

A loud shout made everyone turn their heads in unison.

The half-collapsed peak overhead revealed a dazzling golden light fiercely entangled with a bloody aura.

Each collision made the heavens and earth tremble; even across dozens of miles, the terrifying spiritual pressure still oppressed everyone’s chest, as if struck hard by a giant hammer.

"It’s the Old Emperor’s ’Heavenly Gang Righteousness’!" an elderly man with white hair exclaimed, his beard trembling with excitement, "Four hundred years ago, I was fortunate enough to witness it, never expected to see it again in my lifetime!"

The young cultivator beside him watched the battlefield intently: "Who is fighting the Old Emperor? Looks so young, yet able to contend to such an extent..."

Unfortunately, no one could answer his question.

After all, battles in the Spirit Severing Realm were beyond the understanding of ordinary cultivators.

The crowd could only see blurred lights and shadows shuttling through the dark clouds.

Occasional bursts of shockwaves tore open the miasma of the entire mountain, revealing twisted spatial fissures inside.

"Boom—!"

Suddenly, a loud noise, several figures flew backward from the battle and turned into dust in midair.

The onlookers shook their heads and sighed.

Over the years, there have always been those who foolishly attempted to delve into Wuxiang Mountain, hoping to obtain the legacy or treasure fragments of the fallen Spirit Severing Realm.

But they didn’t consider that what lay buried here were not one, but several!

Each obsession left behind by a fallen Spirit Severing Realm could easily drive an ordinary cultivator insane.

And now, it’s clearly evident they’ve underestimated themselves, ending up as tomb guardians.

Some instinctively glanced towards the peripheries, where stood a group of ragged tomb guardians densely packed.

They were shrouded in grayish-white miasma of obsession, eyes glowing an eerie black.

They were emitting inhuman howls towards the outer crowd but strangely did not rush out.

"Who do you think will win this time?" someone whispered in discussion.

"Hard to say, that young man doesn’t seem ordinary, likely an unrivaled genius from another Cultivation Country."

"Indeed, with someone of that background, the Old Emperor generally holds back, after all, defeating the younger one risks provoking the elders, it’s the worst headache."

"Wait a moment!" suddenly someone lowered their voice, "Do you remember the giant elephant and the burly youth that ventured inside later? Why isn’t there any sound from them?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Indeed, until now, only the Old Emperor and the one with the Black Blade have been fighting, those two Spirit Severing Realm figures seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Perhaps they’re waiting to reap the benefits like a fisherman..."

...

Amidst the noisy discussions, no one noticed a figure quietly mingling into the crowd.

Soon he found a young man with conspicuous blond hair, holding an imaging stone, standing in a prominent position.

"How’s the battle going?"

The sudden voice startled Shen Yunzhou, causing him to shudder, but upon seeing the newcomer, his eyes lit up: "You’re done with your task?"

Zhou Qing nodded slightly, his gaze piercing through the dense crowd toward the distance.

Unfortunately, the clouds were too thick; even with the use of Heavy Pupils, he could only vaguely see two streaks of golden and red light clashing fiercely.

Shen Yunzhou clicked his tongue: "This Yama is indeed impressive, but the Old Emperor isn’t easy to deal with either, they’ve fought to a standstill till now."

He lowered his voice, "Zhao Muye entered with that giant elephant, and there hasn’t been any movement since, should we take a look inside?"

Zhou Qing shook his head slightly.

Though the emotions of obsession in the mountain could not affect him, he couldn’t forget what he rushed here for.

Then, he raised his hand and removed his mask, gently patting the shoulder of a nearby cultivator: "Fellow Daoist, may I ask about now... it’s you?"

"Master Zhou!" In that instant Zhang Geng turned around, his expression transformed from puzzlement to ecstatic joy.

His voice was so loud it made everyone nearby turn their head.

The crowd erupted into commotion.

"Master Zhou, it’s really Master Zhou!"

"Master Zhou, we thought you had already left the Imperial City."

The surrounding crowd became chaotic, with tens of thousands of imaging stones simultaneously lighting up with spiritual light.

"Make way! Let me get a picture with Master Zhou!"

"Fourth Tier Array Master in person, everyone, mind your manners!"

"So young, even more handsome than the Dharma Aspect seen back on the skyline!"

...

Upon learning that Zhou Qing had come to watch the battle as well, countless cultivators frantically surged forward.

Some raised their imaging stones high to capture the moment, others were too excited for coherent speech.

Zhou Qing awkwardly waved his hand, his clear voice notably distinct amid the clamor: "Esteemed Daoists, I’m flattered, but I’m merely a common cultivator with some knowledge of Array Dao, not deserving of such honor."

"Today’s Spirit Slash battle is a rare opportunity in a thousand years, why not focus more on the battle ahead..."

Immediately, the dozen or so Divinity Transformation Realm Perfection cultivators closest to Zhou Qing stepped forward, voluntarily acting as Guardians.

Their spiritual power radiated outward, creating a ten-zhang radius of peaceful space amidst the noisy crowd, the spiritual pressure substantial enough to push surrounding cultivators back a few steps.

"Silence!" a white-bearded elder’s voice boomed like a bell, his sleeves moving without wind, "Master Zhou is contemplating the mysteries of Spirit Slash, how dare you make a racket!"

"Exactly!" another red-faced cultivator agreed, his eyes burned as he gazed toward the distant battlefield.