118: If they participate in the council, all the top experts in the East China Sea will be rendered useless?

Time flows like water, the years pass like a shuttle.

For Cultivators immersed in cultivation, time is the cheapest and most useless thing.

In the blink of an eye, three days quietly slipped away.

The stone door of the Cultivation Chamber located in the deepest part of the Small Courtyard remained tightly shut.

Inside, not a single sound could be heard, and not a trace of aura could be sensed; it was as if it had long been completely cut off from this world.

And Mysterious Ink remained like a most loyal guardian deity, lazily coiled before the Cultivation Chamber, eyes closed, quietly idling.

The entire Small Courtyard was immersed in a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

However, just at this moment!

Hum—!

A Jade Slip filled with a sense of urgency tore through the sky without warning and hovered with pinpoint precision before Mysterious Ink.

"Hmm?"

Mysterious Ink's majestic dragon pupils, which had been half-closed, slowly opened.

The voice belonging to Beast Taming Sect Sect Master Shangguan Jing, filled with gravity and unquestionable authority, boomed directly in his mind.

"Come to the Main Meeting Hall immediately! There is a major matter to discuss!"

"Within the Sect, all Disciples and Elders at the Golden Core Realm and above must be present!"

"You are no exception."

After saying this, the Jade Slip turned into a sky full of light spots with a "pop."

In Mysterious Ink's majestic dragon pupils, which were filled with laziness, a trace of thick... surprise flashed.

Requiring all Elders and Disciples of the Golden Core Realm to go.

Even he had to go?

It seems something extraordinary has happened.

He thought for a moment, and finally slowly propped himself up from the bed crafted from Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade.

Prepared to go and take a look.

Likewise, he was very curious about what kind of major event could make Shangguan Jing put on such a big display.

...

Fallen Immortal City, Beast Taming Sect, Main Meeting Hall.

When Mysterious Ink's massive Dragon body appeared silently at the entrance of the hall.

It was already packed inside!

An atmosphere filled with gravity, oppression, and a hint of unease shrouded the entire hall.

Mysterious Ink scanned with his Divine Sense.

He saw that inside the hall, Lin Yao, Bai Yunxi, and Qin Xiaohui were among those present.

However, the three of them no longer possessed their original youthful naivety.

They all exuded the powerful aura unique to a Golden Core True Person.

Clearly, they had all successfully broken through to the Early Stage of the Golden Core Realm.

This surprised Mysterious Ink a little; he hadn't expected these three fellows to have all broken through.

"Brother Mo!"

While Mysterious Ink was examining the three.

Lin Yao, who had been waiting here for a long time, greeted him with immense enthusiasm, as if he had seen his own father.

His face, which had been full of gravity, was instantly filled with an incredibly sycophantic smile.

"Brother Mo, I didn't expect you to come too."

He called him "Brother Mo" with every word, sounding so affectionate.

He looked every bit like a loyal little brother.

"Mysterious Ink?"

"Mysterious Ink, you actually came too, come in quickly."

Bai Yunxi and Qin Xiaohui also hurriedly stepped forward and greeted Mysterious Ink enthusiastically.

Mysterious Ink responded indifferently, and then, surrounded by the three, came to a relatively secluded corner.

His arrival instantly drew countless gazes filled with curiosity and inquiry from within the hall.

After all, the vast majority of people present had never seen the legendary beast tamed by Senior Sister Ye Feiyan.

"Is... is that Senior Sister Ye's beast? It looks so ordinary..."

"Shh! You brat, do you have a death wish?! Didn't you see how respectful Senior Brother Lin Yao is to it?!"

"I heard that Immortal Master Jinyun, who once dared to contradict even the Personal Disciple of an Immortal Master, didn't dare to make a peep after seeing it!"

"Hiss—! Is that really the case?!"

For a time, there was much discussion in the hall.

And Immortal Master Jinyun, who was also among them, saw that pitch-black figure he both respected and feared, and his face, which had been full of majesty, suddenly stiffened.

He moved his lips, seemingly wanting to say something.

But in the end, he wisely chose to remain silent.

Can't afford to provoke it!

He couldn't afford to provoke this jinx.

Soon everyone had arrived.

Mysterious Ink scanned them roughly, feeling slightly surprised in his heart.

The foundation of this Beast Taming Sect is really not bad.

Looking around, there were over twenty Golden Core Realm Immortal Masters gathered in the entire hall.

Just at this moment.

Sect Master Shangguan Jing's figure, filled with endless majesty and a hint of fatigue, slowly appeared on the main seat of the hall.

His eyes, which were usually filled with a warm and gentle smile, now held only endless gravity, and...

A trace of undisguisable sorrow.

He slowly scanned everyone present.

His voice, filled with endless hoarseness and deep pain, boomed: "Everyone!"

"Just three days ago."

Shangguan Jing paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone one by one, and took a deep breath before continuing.

"The two Old Ancestors, Jin and Huo, of my Beast Taming Sect, joined forces with Daoist Wan Jian of the Myriad Spirits Manor and True Lord Sanhai of Three Seas City."

"The four supreme existences of the Nascent Soul Realm joined forces and attacked the main headquarters of the Myriad Spirits Gate."

Boom—!!

Once these words were spoken, it was no different from a Chaos Divine Thunder from the Nine Heavens striking everyone's crown chakra.

The entire hall instantly erupted into an uproar.

"What?! The four Old Ancestors actually joined forces and attacked the Myriad Spirits Gate?!"

"Hahaha! Great! With the four Old Ancestors joining forces, the Myriad Spirits Gate must be nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs, vulnerable to a single blow."

"The Blood Fiend Sect dared to go to war with us because they relied on the Myriad Spirits Gate. Now that the Myriad Spirits Gate has been destroyed, doesn't that mean the war is over?"

Countless Disciples and Elders all revealed expressions of wild joy.

However, Shangguan Jing slowly raised his hand.

His voice, filled with endless sorrow, sounded again, instantly extinguishing everyone's wild joy and excitement.

"This battle..."

"Although we were lucky enough to completely destroy the headquarters of the Myriad Spirits Gate."

"But the Myriad Spirits Gate was hiding a genuine... Spirit Transformation Realm expert."

Hiss!

Instantly, the entire Main Meeting Hall was silent, leaving only Shangguan Jing's heavy voice.

"However, for some unknown reason, that existence was severely injured and its strength was no longer at its Peak."

"In the end, under the joint siege of the four Old Ancestors, it was severely injured again and fled, disappearing without a trace..."

Speaking of this, Shangguan Jing slowly closed his eyes.

Two lines of hot... muddy tears flowed down his face, which was usually full of majesty.

"However..."

"The three major forces also paid an unbearable... painful price."

"One Late Nascent Soul Stage from Three Seas City... died and Dao dissipated."

"Myriad Spirits Manor, Daoist Wan Jian... Nascent Soul Peak..."

"Severely injured, life hanging by a thread."

"And, my Beast Taming Sect..."

Shangguan Jing's voice was choked with extreme emotion.

"Old Ancestor Huo... has fallen!"

"Ancestor Jin is also severely injured, and now only has his last breath left..."

Boom—!!

These words, like bolts of Chaos Divine Thunder capable of completely splitting the heavens and earth, once again struck everyone's crown chakra fiercely.

The entire hall instantly fell into a silence so profound one could hear a pin drop.

All the Disciples and Elders of the Beast Taming Sect, whose figures had been full of wild joy and excitement.

Were like statues under a binding spell, completely frozen in place.