744: Puppet, Palace of Eternal Life

Demon Venerable Mu Xue stared blankly at Heavenly Scorpion.

Meanwhile, behind the two Yao.

The several-zhang-tall Kunpeng, who was docile, quiet, and attracted no attention, was not surprised.

It seemed to have expected this long ago.

Although Kun Lingzi was not surprised, his heart was far from calm.

The two great suns that flashed into existence just now—those were true Heavenly Yao.

Even within the Kunpeng Clan, such supreme beings were extremely rare, supreme existences whose words could determine the life and death of billions of Great Yao.

What shook him even more deeply was this:

His Bloodline was trembling.

This feeling was one he had only experienced when he was summoned by Old Ancestor Kun Xuzi within the clan.

He was a Kunpeng, and even another supreme Bloodline would not make his Bloodline tremble.

Only a supreme Bloodline that was purer and closer to the Progenitor would cause such a reaction, generating Bloodline suppression.

Just like Old Ancestor Kun Xuzi.

His Bloodline originated from Old Ancestor Kun Xuzi.

And now, he encountered this feeling again.

Kun Lingzi trembled inwardly, daring not to make the slightest move.

Just as the three Yao were lost in their own thoughts.

"Pfft!"

The dying middle-aged Daoist in the distance shuddered, spitting out fresh blood for the third time.

It was his final source of life.

The middle-aged Daoist's eyes began to lose focus.

Images flashed rapidly through his mind—memories etched deep within his consciousness.

His life had finally reached its end.

The middle-aged Daoist slowly closed his eyes.

In the final light of his passing.

Above the sky, a Black Giant Serpent suddenly appeared, covering the sun and coiling across the long expanse of the heavens.

Appearing simultaneously was a lifeless figure, along with two extremely long, dark brown arms.

"Tower Lord... is dead..."

The middle-aged Daoist, holding onto his final moment of shock,

completely closed his eyes.

His aura completely dissipated between these boundless heavens and earth.

"Old Ancestor."

"Boss!"

Zhou Xiutong and Heavenly Scorpion spoke simultaneously.

The next moment, Zhou Xiutong's figure appeared high in the sky.

She stopped beside the Black Giant Serpent and looked toward the floating, lifeless figure and the two arms that did not resemble those of the Human Race.

"Old Ancestor, is this... that Red Fragrance Tower Lord?"

Zhou Xiutong asked.

"Puppet."

Mo Xuan replied casually.

"A Puppet..."

"Could it be... that the Red Fragrance Tower Lord was merely someone else's Puppet?"

Zhou Xiutong felt a shock in her heart.

Rumor had it in the Eastern Wilds that the Red Fragrance Tower Lord was a supreme existence at the Heavenly Venerate realm.

Who could refine a Heavenly Venerate into a Puppet?

"No, this Physical Body died long ago. It was consecrated and refined into a vessel, allowing a consciousness to enter and control its actions."

Mo Xuan's gaze did not fall upon the Physical Body that had lost its aura, but rather upon the two arms.

The Red Fragrance Tower... its background is unusual.

"So that's how it is. And these two arms, they don't seem to belong to the Human Race..."

Zhou Xiutong mused.

She already had a guess in her mind.

"Heh heh, this is one of the people behind the scenes. They certainly have some methods, being able to block two of my moves."

Mo Xuan praised.

Given his current strength, anyone capable of exchanging two blows with him

was already an extraordinary individual.

But that was all. If not for several mysterious illusory figures suddenly intervening, and the decisive action of the owner of these arms—severing them to survive—

then what appeared here might not have been merely a pair of arms.

He made three moves, leaving behind this Puppet and a pair of arms.

"These... they look somewhat like the arms of the Four-Armed Spirit Clan, one of the Spirit Races in the Southern Domain..."

Zhou Xiutong hesitated slightly.

The Zhou Family's status was now extraordinary.

Having reached this point, they naturally had the qualifications to know certain secrets.

The Southern Domain was the territory of the Spirit Race.

The various Spirit Races differed, and their Divine Abilities were unique.

Among them were races like the Three-Eyed Spirit Clan, whose strength was immense, comparable to the Ten Great Immortal Sects and the Five Great Yao Races.

The Four-Armed Spirit Clan was one of the extremely powerful Spirit Races in the Southern Domain.

"Spirit Race..."

At the same time.

A certain location in the Southern Domain of the Chaofeng Ancient Realm.

Within the ancient mountain range, Spiritual Qi was abundant, and ten thousand trees towered high.

Inside, in a void space.

A tall figure sitting cross-legged suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The aura within his body suddenly dropped significantly.

"Damn it... my arms..."

The tall figure flushed, swallowing back another mouthful of blood that surged to his lips.

With an extremely ugly expression, he glanced left and right.

The tall figure was over ten feet high and possessed two pairs of arms.

But at this moment, one pair had vanished into thin air.

Only two circular flesh scars remained, the flesh wriggling as if trying to regenerate.

But whenever this happened,

streaks of Purple-Black Lightning flashed within the circular scars.

"Hmph."

"What a formidable method..."

The tall figure with dark brown skin groaned.

The lightning attached to the wounds where his arms were severed was continuously invading his body.

Causing his aura to surge violently again.

"Hmm?"

The tall figure was about to start removing the lightning, which was like maggots clinging to bone.

But the next moment, his expression changed.

He flipped his remaining right hand, and an extremely ordinary token appeared in his grasp.

The token was plain, bearing only one ancient character: Six.

At this moment, the ordinary token emitted a faint, hazy glow.

"Damn it..."

The tall figure's expression shifted constantly.

He cursed under his breath.

He hastily consumed several extremely precious Spirit Medicines, forcefully suppressing his injuries.

Immediately, his expression became serious, and a wisp of consciousness entered the token.

"Number Six, you have trouble."

As soon as the tall figure's consciousness entered the token, a distorted voice rang out within his mind.

His consciousness sank into the token, slowly condensing into an illusory form.

There was nothing else here; a palace stood suspended in the air.

The tall man's Incarnation of consciousness appeared outside the palace and pushed the door open.

Inside the palace, massive pillars stood erect.

There were a total of nine pillars.

Upon the pillars were Incarnations of consciousness, just like him, whose identities were concealed.

The tall man took a step and appeared upon one of the pillars.

Of the nine pillars, only the first one was unoccupied.

All the other pillars held a figure; including him, there were eight people.

"Number Six, look at the mess you made! You almost exposed our existence."

As the tall figure appeared on the pillar,

a voice of reprimand came from the adjacent pillar.

"Number Four, was it not your intention to order the hunting of the Kunpeng Clan junior? Why, now that something has gone wrong, are you trying to push the blame onto me?"

The tall figure spoke in a deep voice.

He then looked around at the illusory figures, who clearly all had their own agendas.

"We rotate control over the Blood Puppet and manage the Red Fragrance Tower."

"None of you should forget that."

The tall illusory figure's voice contained hidden anger.

"Number Six, precisely because of that, I intervened to save you. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't have the chance to stand here and talk."

At this point, a figure shrouded in mist on the third pillar slowly spoke.

"You shouldn't have revealed your True Body to face Mo Xuan. He is not that simple."

Number Three's voice was muffled and distorted, suggesting an understanding of Mo Xuan.

After Number Three finished speaking, the tall figure wanted to say something but didn't, while the eyes of the other figures flickered.

No one knew what they were thinking.

"Alright, the reason I summoned everyone this time is to discuss how to handle the aftermath."

At this moment, a voice came from the second pillar, which had been silent until now, drawing everyone's attention.

"This time, Number Three, Number Five, and Number Nine intervened together to save Number Six."

"Traces were left behind in front of Mo Xuan."

"Mo Xuan has probably started speculating about the Red Fragrance Tower and about us."

"This is a hidden danger. How should we resolve it? Share your opinions."

Number Two continued.

"Kill him."

"Only dead men tell no tales."

Number Eight spoke.

This was also their previous approach.

"Seconded."

"..."

Number Seven and Number Four agreed.

"Improper. You haven't witnessed Mo Xuan's methods."

"I'm afraid only Number One intervening would guarantee success."

Number Five voiced his objection.

Three moves nearly killed Number Six; this Mo Xuan is no longer someone who can be easily handled.

"That strong..."

Everyone felt a shock in their hearts.

Number One was elusive like a Dragon, rarely showing his face, but his strength was immense.

Everyone already had speculations regarding Number One's identity.

But precisely because of this, it was even more shocking.

"Number One..."

"Number One cannot act casually."

"Since we lack certainty, then... the Red Fragrance Tower will go into hiding for a period. In the future, we will simply avoid Mo Xuan."

Seeing the hesitation among the people present,

Number Two had already made a decision.

The illusory figures pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"You may disperse."

Number Two's voice rang out, and subsequently, the figures began to disperse one after another.

Just as the tall figure prepared to dissipate his consciousness,

a voice entered his ear.

"The Four-Armed Spirit Clan lost a pair of arms. I wonder how much his strength has declined?"

"Number Six, you must be careful."

"Heh heh..."

As the voice faded, the tall figure felt a chill in his heart. He looked up sharply, only to see that the palace was already empty.

"Damn it... this is troublesome..."

The tall illusory figure did not linger, slowly dissipating his consciousness. Only a phantom palace remained, upon which hung a plaque inscribed with:

Hall of Eternal Life!