121: Chapter 121 Dawn and Dusk Array

Seeing this scene.

Gou Jiao's face was as cold as frost: "Fellow Daoist, killing a Disciple of my Sect on our own territory, isn't that being a bit unreasonable?"

Xu Changsheng imitated Lu Yuanze's tone and laughed arrogantly: "If I don't kill him, my Dao Heart will be unstable."

With a playful curl of his lips: "Does Fellow Daoist Gou intend to stand up for this Junior?"

Gou Jiao laughed out of anger: "I've heard that Fellow Daoist Lu has always acted unreasonably, but it seems you've misunderstood something."

His spiritual power surged: "This isn't the cultivation world outside, but the territory of the Nascent Soul great Sect, the Ghost Shadow Sect!"

"Good!"

"Martial Uncle Gou is mighty!"

Cheers and shouts of support came from the other Qi Refining Cultivators behind him; the tragic sight of their fellow Disciple being killed in one strike was still fresh in their minds.

Daring to kill a Ghost Shadow Sect Disciple on Ghost Shadow Sect territory?

This was rare even for a reckless Demonic Path Sect like the Ghost Shadow Sect.

Today he could kill a Qi Refining Disciple as easily as a chicken; who knew if he would casually kill them too after coming out of the hall some day.

However, Gou Jiao held back. He knew Lu Yuanze's strength was not something he could handle alone.

He was about to secretly send a communication talisman for backup.

Suddenly, a shrill male voice came from the horizon: "Martial Nephew Gou, let him in."

Hearing this.

Gou Jiao was startled, and his expression changed drastically.

This voice belonged to none other than...

One of the only two Golden Core Junior Martial Uncles stationed at Broken Cloud Ridge—True Person Qi Yang.

Looking up at the rock wall above, he cupped his hands: "Junior Martial Uncle Qi, you're back?"

"Mm, I dealt with some trivial matters."

"When did you return?"

"Not long ago, just an hour ago. I know about this Fellow Daoist Lu's business. I've checked with my Divine Sense; this person is indeed Lu Yuanze!"

Hearing the impatience in True Person Qi Yang's tone.

Gou Jiao tried to justify himself: "I also know, it's just that even though he was marked with the Devilish Seal, yet..."

"Yet what? Although our Ghost Shadow Sect isn't the Righteous Path, we are much more straightforward than those so-called righteous hypocrites. It's normal that those Qi Refining Disciples couldn't see through it."

"But you, a Cultivator of the same rank, clearly saw that Fellow Daoist Lu had no problems, yet you were still hesitating and even wanted to make a move."

Hearing the scolding words.

Gou Jiao's relatively calm face suddenly changed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "It was this Junior's mistake, I didn't..."

Surprised to see the Golden Core Senior speaking up for him, Xu Changsheng hurriedly explained: "Reporting to Senior, this Junior's Devilish Seal was likely worn away by the Technique of Reversing Death into Life."

"Mm, I can guess that. You go in first."

Immediately, a small opening appeared in the Heavenly Fiend Hall's barrier.

Xu Changsheng cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Senior."

He smiled at Gou Jiao: "Fellow Daoist Gou, we shall meet again."

The latter forced a smile: "It was my suspicion. When Fellow Daoist Xu comes out, I must host a banquet to apologize!"

He chuckled without speaking, turned around, and strode into the barrier. As it closed again, he vanished from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

The voice from above didn't come again. Gou Jiao exhaled quietly; his back felt as if a ladle of cold water had been poured over it, his clothes soaked with sweat.

...

What no one knew was...

In a magnificent hall within Broken Cloud Ridge.

A fair and handsome man was sitting on a Dragon throne, a light screen before him showing the scene of Xu Changsheng entering the Heavenly Fiend Hall.

His thin lips curled into a crescent-like arc: "The heavenly fiend sword is becoming more and more unstable. It needs a 'sacrifice' to soothe it, otherwise, I'm afraid this Formation won't be able to hold up."

He giggled: "Interesting. Finding a Foundation Establishment Disciple is a bit troublesome, I didn't expect this Lu Yuanze to deliver himself to the door. How convenient!"

Looking at the image of the barrier gradually closing, a hint of regret appeared on his glamorous face:

"It's a pity I won't see the process of his Qi Deviation in the hall, otherwise I might have been able to further understand the crux of the heavenly fiend sword's problem."

...

Xu Changsheng stepped into the Heavenly Fiend Hall.

The scene inside the hall was fully visible.

Gold bricks covered the floor.

A large red sandalwood desk was set in the center. Behind it was a screen inlaid with various gems and hollowed-out Dragons, forming a picture of the Three Stars of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity.

In such a magnificent place, Xu Changsheng had no intention of appreciating it.

Because he could clearly sense the violent and bloody aura around him.

Wisps of ink-black lines drifted through the air from time to time.

These were exactly the Devilish Qi emitted by the demonic sword.

The further he walked, the denser it became.

Xu Changsheng lowered his eyelids and compressed the True Solar Fire in his Dantian into a coin-sized sphere.

After a few breaths.

He suddenly looked up, his pupils turning gold, and a bright golden light appeared between his eyebrows.

Starting from his forehead, a solid protective spiritual light covered his entire body.

Facing such a powerful demonic artifact, he didn't dare to be careless and fully activated the True Solar Fire.

He slapped a few more second-rank talismans on himself before slowly moving forward.

He rounded the screen.

The Devilish Qi suddenly became a hundred times denser.

This part of the hall suddenly changed from magnificent to gray, black, and dilapidated, looking like an ink painting.

There was still a short distance ahead, but he could already see the state of the heavenly fiend sword.

The sword body was pitch black, three feet six inches long. The hilt was wrapped in black silk ribbons, and a dark red tassel hung from the pommel.

If not for the billowing Devilish Qi emerging from the blade, it would look like an ordinary, old mortal sword.

Xu Changsheng was not careless.

Golden light radiated from his body, naturally isolating all the Devilish Qi so that not a speck could touch him.

He walked straight to the demonic sword.

His right hand emitted golden flames, layering like a Buddhist hand, and he gripped the hilt of the heavenly fiend sword tightly.

"Sizzle!"

It was much firmer than expected; there was no way to pull it out.

Frowning, he scanned the area again and found that the material of the entire wall was completely different from the spiritual materials used in the rest of the hall.

He tapped it with his left hand.

His brows knitted together: "Is it abyssal sinking stone?"

Pressing his ear against the wall and listening closely, he could hear a faint hissing sound, like someone puffing out clouds of smoke.

The little remaining Spiritual Qi in the air was sucked in, and what was spat out was Devilish Qi.

"It really is abyssal sinking stone."

He frowned. It was said that this kind of stone had been pressed in the Nether Deep Pool for tens of thousands of years; it was extremely heavy, so much so that it couldn't even be put into a Storage Pouch.

He didn't expect the Ghost Shadow Sect to be able to obtain it.

Giving up on the idea of the abyssal sinking stone, he turned his gaze back to the heavenly fiend sword.

He pondered in silence: "According to Lu Yuanze's memories, the third exit is behind the Heavenly Fiend Hall... It seems I need to set up a Formation."

He quietly retreated to an open area.

He lightly tapped his Storage Pouch.

Two pieces of divine wood, one red and one blue, flew out, spinning in mid-air before floating quietly.

They were none other than the two pieces of divine wood: fusang wood and ruomu wood.

He crushed the gold bricks at the east and west poles, dug two mud pits, and planted the fusang wood in the east and the ruomu wood in the west.

He took out a crimson spiritual rope and tied the two woods together.

Several more Formation Flags flew out of the Storage Pouch, standing along the path of the rope to serve as time stakes.

His hands moved like a wheel, pouring spiritual power into the first time stake.

Half an hour later.

The fusang wood trembled slightly, and a speck of golden light appeared, like the rising sun.

He looked delighted: "The Morning Radiance Evening Gloom Formation is complete!"