99: Chapter 100 Strange Events in Feiguang Prefecture

Feiguang Prefecture had long since fallen into chaos; with the Demon Venerable's appearance, demon seeds spread like a plague.

Holy Court personnel were frequently redeployed, and the surviving Cultivators were in a state of panic. Low-level Cultivators and Mortals who were lucky enough to escape with their lives were fleeing this place of trouble in haste with their families.

Chaos often meant a brief vacuum of order.

Shen Moyan did not delay. He possessed a death exemption gold plaque and had indirectly caused the Demon Venerable's premature resurrection. If a mighty being were to trace the Karma, any one of these matters being exposed would be enough to make him a target of public criticism.

Feiguang Prefecture was no longer a place to stay.

"The situation is so chaotic, I'm afraid it won't be easy to go directly to Di Lin Prefecture."

After a moment's thought, Shen Moyan made his decision.

"I'll go to Tianya Prefecture first. It just so happens that Cen Boliang's true body might be there as well."

"I still have leverage over him for smuggling demon cores; I can use that to blackmail him."

...Feiguang Prefecture, Inter-Prefecture Teleportation Hall.

The grand hall, usually orderly, was now in total disarray.

Outside the hall, spiritual light flashed across the horizon and Devilish Qi soared into the sky; clearly, the Demonic Fiend infection had reached the prefecture capital's core.

Inside the hall, the crowd surged, and angry shouts and rebukes were heard incessantly. These were all Cultivators attempting to flee the prefecture through the teleportation Formation.

Among them were many in the Purple Mansion Realm, all of whom had lost their composure and were in a state of panic like stray dogs.

Shen Moyan restrained his aura and blended into the crowd, his gaze quickly scanning the giant teleportation Formation that stood a hundred feet tall, its flowing runes now stagnant.

After the Formation was attacked, it had collapsed, and a group of Formation Masters were desperately trying to repair it.

"What's going on! What is your Feiguang Prefecture Construction and Maintenance Department doing!"

"How much did you embezzle to build such a shoddy Formation?"

"Fix it quickly! Demonic Fiends are attacking from outside!"

"Move aside! Everyone move aside! Immortal Master Yin He has arrived!"

A clear shout rang out, and an irresistible force pushed the crowd aside.

A middle-aged Cultivator wearing a moon-white Daoist robe, with a lean face and elegant bearing, walked quickly, surrounded by a group of Cultivators.

His mana was harmonious and his aura profound; he was at the Purple Mansion Peak.

He was the Great Immortal Master Yin He, known as the "Number One Purple Mansion of Feiguang."

His expression was solemn, but he showed little panic; clearly, his Heart-Nature cultivation far exceeded that of ordinary people.

"It's Senior Yin He!"

"A Tiger Guard of the Guardians of Orthodoxy with a Fifth-Rank official position!"

"Please, Immortal Master, protect us as we flee Feiguang Prefecture together!"

The crowd immediately became restless and flocked toward him, as if they had found a backbone.

Immortal Master Yin He nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, stay calm. Once the teleportation Formation is repaired, line up in an orderely fashion, and everyone can leave."

His gaze was like lightning as it swept over the several Formation Masters maintaining order, and he said:

"High-ranking officials go first to ensure the teleportation channel remains clear."

At those words, the faces of the low-Realm Cultivators changed, their eyes widening in anger.

"By what right!"

A low-Realm Cultivator shouted in fury.

Immortal Master Yin He glanced at him indifferently.

The next moment, a white light flashed, and his head fell off.

"Does anyone have any objections?"

The previously noisy hall suddenly became deathly silent.

Some of the Cultivators present looked terrified, while others were dismissive.

If any other Cultivators dared to resist or say no, Immortal Master Yin He would kill them without hesitation.

Anyway, the nine songs seal had been destroyed by the Demon Venerable, so there would be no evidence.

Shen Moyan's mind stirred, and he took the opportunity to step forward, cupping his hands:

"Junior Shen Moyan of the Formation Masters Pavilion, I have some knowledge of Formations and am willing to assist you, Immortal Master!"

His aura was currently hidden at only the Mortal Transformation Late Stage, but his words were sincere and his eyes clear.

Coupled with the reputation of the Formation Masters Pavilion, he was quite persuasive in such a chaotic moment.

Immortal Master Yin He glanced at him, saw that he had several Formation Plates on him and a steady gaze, not appearing to be a deceitful person.

And since it was a time when help was needed, he nodded slightly:

"I'll trouble you then, young friend."

"I shall follow your decree, Immortal Master!"

Shen Moyan responded and quickly joined Immortal Master Yin He's group.

With Immortal Master Yin He as his shield, his actions became much easier. He could also leave a step ahead by following him.

Outside the hall, low-Realm Cultivators with low nine songs seal Ranks were being used as cannon fodder, thrown out of the hall to resist the Demonic Fiends' advance.

"It's fixed! The teleportation Formation is back to normal!"

"Let me go first!"

"Impudent! I'm going first!"

Ignoring Immortal Master Yin He's warning, the Cultivators crowded toward the front of the Formation.

The teleportation light pillar lit up, and the spatial teleportation began to activate.

Shen Moyan also intended to squeeze in, but suddenly, his spiritual sense sounded a frantic alarm.

Within the Xiyi Perspective, a killing calamity karma line rapidly condensed.

Not good! Retreat!

Shen Moyan frowned and retreated behind the crowd to the edge of the hall.

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, a violent, eerie, and terrifying pressure filled with the will to destroy, like a tangible blood-colored tide, surged violently from the teleportation Formation!

The crowded Cultivators in front were instantly turned into a pool of blood.

"How lively."

A haughty voice rang out; it was a young man wearing a crimson demonic robe, with a wicked face and pupils like blood jade.

Stepping through the Void Realm, he walked into the hall from the teleportation Formation step by step.

"The Feiguang Prefecture Formation was damaged; I thought I wouldn't be able to make it across."

Blood-light swirled around him as he opened his mouth and inhaled, sucking up all the blood essence of the Cultivators who had just fallen.

Thousands of resentful souls could be faintly seen wailing and struggling within it, and his aura was vaguely comparable to that of Immortal Master Yin He at the Purple Mansion Peak.

The moment the other party appeared, the dark red killing calamity karma line in Shen Moyan's vision suddenly burned hot!

Alarm bells rang in his heart, and he almost instinctively wanted to flee.

But he forcibly suppressed the urge.

Because the other party's gaze was not directly locked onto him; if he fled now, it might attract the other's attention.

"Who goes there!"

Immortal Master Yin He shouted sternly.

"Six Prisons True Disciple, Yi Shukuang," the man spoke lazily, his voice carrying a strange magnetism that made the listeners' hearts sway.

"A Demonic Cultivator?"

Immortal Master Yin He was about to strike, but he was stopped by Yi Shukuang.

"Wait, I have no ill intentions."

Yi Shukuang said indifferently, seemingly not wanting to waste time on Immortal Master Yin He.

"I have a matter that requires clarification from all of you."

"As long as you answer, I will leave immediately and have the Demonic Fiends outside retreat, giving you enough time to leave Feiguang Prefecture without fighting or scrambling."

Yi Shukuang blocked the front of the teleportation Formation, and the Cultivators retreated as if facing a great enemy.

With a sea of Demonic Fiends outside and a Demonic Sect True Disciple with unfathomable Divine Abilities in front, they were truly caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Very well."

Immortal Master Yin He accepted the other party's request.

Hearing this, Yi Shukuang spoke leisurely:

"Two Inscription Dao beings fought at Langya. Although they flew into the heavens beyond, Feiguang Prefecture was also affected."

"You are all Cultivators from various parts of Feiguang Prefecture. You must have traveled a long way to get here, covered in the dust of the road."

"I wonder, did any of you notice any abnormalities in Feiguang Prefecture on your way?"

Hearing this, the Cultivators' expressions became complicated and confused. Someone stepped forward:

"The ley lines were turbulent, and there were indeed abnormalities, but as for what they were exactly, we do not know."

"We are just refugees; we hope the True Disciple will grant us passage."

Everyone was fleeing for their lives; in such a life-or-death situation, how could they pay attention to other trivial matters?