255: Chapter 255 When did you get onto this God Emperor's Immortal Artifact?

The Child said nothing, quietly watching Wind Meditation Child go further and further away until he vanished into the moonlit curtain!

The side hall of Yu Feng Cliff instantly became eerily quiet, with only the sound of the cliff wind constantly flapping against the window curtains.

The half-grown Child, covered in blood, stood like a statue, motionless in the moonlight, staring blankly toward the main hall.

Suddenly!

A fierce argument erupted, coming from the direction of the main hall, shattering the silence of the night and echoing repeatedly throughout Yu Feng Cliff!

"What did I do wrong? Didn't I just accidentally kill an Elder?

Was I wrong?"

"..."

"I'm putting it plainly today!

You can beat me to death here today, but if I cry out in pain once, I'm not worthy of the surname Feng!"

The Child's body trembled slightly, his eyes wet and red. On his blood-stained face, there was nothing but an expression of adoration!

A few breaths later!

"Old Ancestor, what are you doing?

I'm telling you, I'm your only direct grandson, I... Ugh, ah!"

Snap! Snap!...

The sound of a whip tearing through flesh mixed with screams rose to the sky, making one's hair stand on end and scalp go numb!

"Old Ancestor, your grandson knows he was wrong... Ugh, ah!"

"Old Ancestor, your grandson really knows he was wrong, I won't dare do it again... Ugh, ah!"

"..."

Yu Feng Cliff was sleepless all night. The sound of the whip and screams lasted the entire night, only gradually dissipating like the cliff wind as a new sun rose!

The blood-covered Child was named Mo Yuan. Like a drop of ink falling into an abyss, he gradually blurred until he completely vanished!

After that, Mo Yuan had a Revered Master named Wind Meditation Child! Who is now the Old Ancestor of the Demon Wind Sect, Master Mo Fengzi!

...

In front of the Demon Wind Sect's protective array in the Demon Spirit Realm, Mo Yuan's corpse lay lonely in the center of a ten-thousand-foot crater, as if he had been nailed alive to a cross, with arms spread and legs straight!

His entire body had been charred black by electric currents, with blood and shredded flesh splattered everywhere; his death was extremely bizarre and tragic!

Mo Yuan's Soul was finally able to move!

Mo Yuan's Soul, glowing with an immortal-white halo, struggled to crawl out of the cold body. After crouching and catching its breath, it slowly floated into the Void Realm!

Mo Yuan turned around and glanced toward the Demon Wind Sect, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Mo Yuan was not afraid of death; perhaps death was the best destination and a form of release for him. His only concern was his Revered Master, Master Mo Fengzi!

Inside the mourning hall of the Demon Wind Sect's main peak hall, a handsome man in his twenties and seven Young Maidens were entangled together!

That's right!

The handsome man in his twenties was indeed the Old Ancestor of the Demon Wind Sect, Master Mo Fengzi!

Suddenly!

Thump! Thump! Thump!...

Outside the mourning hall, a sudden rush of footsteps rang out!

Creak!

Along with the tooth-aching sound of the door hinges turning, the door to the mourning hall was slammed open!

A middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in plain white robes and panting heavily, stumbled in with an expression as if he had seen a ghost!

"Ah!..."

In the mourning hall, the bell-like screams of the girls rose to the sky!

The seven Young Maidens instantly turned pale. Like startled fawns, they scrambled to grab the scattered clothes on the floor to cover their delicate bodies, huddling together tremblingly!

"Old Ancestor! This is bad! Grand Elder Mo Yuan... Ugh, ah!"

Master Mo Fengzi's forehead veins bulged. He suddenly exerted force with his legs, turning into a flesh-colored afterimage. With his back arched like a drawn bow, he unleashed a Wind Blood Demon Punch, sending out a hundred-zhang Blood-colored Wind Dragon that slammed violently into the middle-aged man's abdomen!

Crack!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering, the middle-aged man's eyes bulged, instantly filled with earthworm-like bloodshot veins. His body arched like a shrimp as he was sent flying back like a cannonball, smashing into the rocks of the main peak and fainting on the spot!

Bang!

The door to the main hall mourning hall was slammed shut from the inside and locked!

Rapid breathing once again pierced through the gap in the door of the mourning hall, echoing continuously throughout the main peak hall!

There was actually a reason why the middle-aged man in plain white robes had burst into the mourning hall so out of character.

Firstly, Grand Elder Mo Yuan was the only Personal Disciple of Old Ancestor Master Mo Fengzi; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him his own son! Naturally, the news of the Grand Elder being killed had to be reported to the Old Ancestor immediately.

Secondly, although Grand Elder Mo Yuan had died in battle, it hadn't been long, and his Soul had not yet completely dissipated. If Old Ancestor Master Mo Fengzi took action personally, perhaps Grand Elder Mo Yuan could still be brought back to life!

In Mo Yuan's immortal-white eyes, the reflection of the man in white being punched away appeared, and his hanging heart finally died!

Mo Yuan shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Revered Master, Mo Yuan has returned his life to you. May we meet again in the next life!"

Mo Yuan's Soul, glowing with an immortal-white halo, dissolved into dots of immortal-white light and slowly scattered into the Void Realm of the Demon Spirit Realm, as if he had never existed!

...

The Demon Wind Sect's protective array glowed with a faint blue light, rotating slowly!

In front of the Demon Wind Sect's protective array, a Dragon's roar shattered the heavens, making eardrums vibrate and ache!

A ten-thousand-foot black Dragon carried the remaining 6,000-plus Cultivators of the Demon Wind Sect—who looked like evil ghosts with flesh and blood hanging from their faces—winding like a snake as it slammed violently into the thousand-foot immortal soul bell!

On the four corners of the thousand-foot immortal soul bell, four immortal souls stood back-to-back!

The robes of the four immortal souls fluttered, their immortal robes snapping like battle flags. One carried a giant sword, one wore twin swords, one carried a giant hammer, and one carried an immortal spear!

The four immortal souls were devoid of joy or sorrow, their three thousand silver strands of hair dancing in the wind. Their bodies glowed with an immortal-white halo as the pressure of Nascent Soul Stage Peak Perfection suddenly exploded from them!

In the center of the thousand-foot immortal soul bell stood a young and handsome figure!

A somewhat handsome Cultivator with a pair of tender pink Dragon horns stood there, his robes fluttering, his White Flood-dragon Robe snapping like a battle flag!

Nine-colored electric currents crackled, constantly flashing across the Cultivator with pink Dragon horns, bursting into brilliant sparks!

The pressure of the Early Stage of Tribulation Transcendence Period suddenly erupted from the Cultivator with pink Dragon horns, soaring into the sky and instantly shattering the clouds that obscured the sun!

"Holy shit? Holy shit! Wuming?

When did you get onto This Divine Emperor's Natal Immortal Artifact, the immortal soul bell?"