211: Chapter 211 Ice Soul Sealing God Tower

Ye Qingshuang still clutched that token in her hand, staring blankly at the empty sky, then looked down at the revealed Sect plaza beneath her feet, completely stunned.

A Sect's grand protective formation required a massive amount of spiritual materials; one could only imagine how many Spirit Stones it would take to repair it after it had been destroyed.

Su Mo leaped down from the Phoenix's back, his gaze sweeping calmly across the surroundings of the plaza.

It was terrifyingly silent here, and the air was permeated with a cold, solemn atmosphere.

Walking into the Ice Soul Profound Sect, they couldn't see a single soul; the only living beings were Su Mo and his group.

"Where are the people of the Ice Soul Profound Sect?"

Su Mo asked.

Ye Qingshuang also looked puzzled; the intense confrontation and widespread devastation she had anticipated did not appear. This absolute, deathly silence instead caused even greater unease to rise in her heart.

"No..."

She hurried to a Disciple's residence and pushed open the door. Inside, the tables and chairs were tidy, but it was obvious that no one had lived there for a very long time.

Seeing this, Su Mo began to ponder.

It was highly likely that the others, just like Ye Qingshuang, had been sent out to develop believers.

This world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle and the Great Nirvana Buddha were of the same lineage, both keen on converting all living beings. Thinking this way, it was indeed logical.

"It seems there is no one left here..."

Before Su Mo finished speaking, an unusual fluctuation suddenly came from his storage ring.

It was that half of the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle!

He immediately took it out, only to see that this short pestle fragment was emitting a grayish-white light, with its tip pointing directly at the highest ice tower in the depths of the Sect.

"It is pointing the way..."

Su Mo's eyes narrowed.

"Is it the other half?"

Without hesitation, Su Mo transformed into an Escape Light and headed straight for the ice tower.

Ye Qingshuang and the others immediately followed.

The closer they got to the ice tower, the more bone-chilling the cold in the air became, and the grayish-white light beam grew increasingly intense.

"That is the Ice Soul God-Sealing Tower."

Ye Qingshuang explained in a grave tone:

"It is the Forbidden Ground of the Ice Soul Profound Sect. It is said that the base of the tower connects to a top-grade ice-attribute Spiritual Vein. Only successive Sect Masters and Elders who have rendered great service are qualified to enter and Cultivate within."

At this moment, the Ice Soul God-Sealing Tower was no longer its usual ice-blue color.

The tower body was covered in a thick layer of grayish-white ice crystals, which pulsed as if they were alive.

The top of the tower was where the grayish-white light was most intense, and a grand, majestic Zen chant could be faintly heard.

Arriving at the entrance of the Ice Soul God-Sealing Tower, a Cultivator dressed in the attire of the Ice Soul Profound Sect was sitting cross-legged in front of the door.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face was grayish-white, and a shuttle-shaped mark—identical to the one Ye Qingshuang had previously—was emitting spiritual light between his brows.

The moment Su Mo approached, this Cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, and a powerful Spiritual Pressure of the Void Refining Stage erupted from within his body.

"Halt!"

A cold, rigid voice spat out from his mouth:

"Those who profane the Buddha land, convert or face Nirvana..."

As the words fell, a cold Domain erupted, centering on him.

Ye Qingshuang's face turned pale:

"Sect Master?!"

The Void Refining Stage Cultivator before her was none other than the current Sect Master of the Ice Soul Profound Sect—Leng Hansong!

"Sect Master... how could you..."

Before Ye Qingshuang could begin to lament, Su Mo moved his mind and immediately had the Nirvana Incarnation take action.

Su Mo had already sensed that the other half of the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle was inside the Void Refining Stage Cultivator before him, but unexpectedly, even with the other half inside him, the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle was still not complete.

The Nirvana Incarnation flashed and appeared instantly before Leng Hansong, tapping a finger on his forehead.

Hum—!

The conversion power of the Nirvana Incarnation was superior; in the blink of an eye, it stripped away the mark.

Along with the removal of the mark, the other half of the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle was also extracted.

Leng Hansong's body trembled violently, and the grayish-white color in his eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a look of bewilderment.

He groaned and slumped to the ground; although his aura was weak, he had regained consciousness.

Su Mo reached out and summoned the half of the short pestle into his hand.

The two sections of the short pestle met, immediately emitting a humming sound. They attracted each other, their grayish-white lights intertwining, and the broken ends began to slowly approach and fuse.

At the same time, the aura belonging to the Blood Sea Demon Venerable that was coiled around them also merged into one, becoming even more violent.

But in Su Mo's hands, it could not stir up any trouble.

During the Fusion of the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle, Ye Qingshuang had already begun talking with Leng Hansong.

Ye Qingshuang channeled pure ice-attribute spiritual power into Leng Hansong's body, helping him stabilize the weakness within him.

"Sect Master! How are you?"

Leng Hansong coughed violently several times, his pupils gradually focusing. After seeing clearly that it was Ye Qingshuang, a look of extreme complexity appeared on his face.

"Qingshuang... it's you... it's good that you are still alive..."

His voice was dry:

"It is the Sect Master's incompetence... I failed to protect the Sect, failed to protect all of you, and instead became an accomplice to that Devil Head."

"Sect Master, this is not your fault! That Devil Head's strength is tyrannical; he could not be resisted."

Ye Qingshuang quickly comforted him.

"This time, thanks to Su Mo, we were saved."

Leng Hansong followed her gaze to look at Su Mo, especially when he felt the short pestle in front of Su Mo that was fusing and emitting a spiritual power fluctuation that made his whole body tremble; his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Many thanks, Fellow Daoist!"

Su Mo just nodded slightly and asked indifferently.

"Are you the only one left in the Ice Soul Profound Sect now? Where did the others go?"

Leng Hansong hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice:

"They all left the Sect; I don't know where they went either..."

Su Mo's gaze was calm as he continued to ask:

"Then, where is the white-robed Cultivator who occupies this place now?"

Leng Hansong's body stiffened imperceptibly. He raised his finger and pointed toward the top of the Ice Soul God-Sealing Tower:

"He is at the top of the tower, having me keep watch here."

The moment his words fell—

Hum!!

The world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle that was fusing suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly intense light, completely merging into one, transforming into a complete short pestle about three feet long, grayish-white all over, with spiritual light flowing on its surface.

No! It was not complete...

Su Mo turned the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle over and saw a thumb-sized hole in its center.

The missing thing in this hole made the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle appear complete, but it had not truly returned to a state of Perfection, as if it were missing its most important heart.

Suddenly, the entire Ice Soul God-Sealing Tower began to shake violently, and the previously dense grayish-white light beam at the top of the tower instantly began to boil.

A pressure far more terrifying than before descended, instantly enveloping everyone.

"Thief! How dare you covet my Buddha treasure!"

A grand roar seemed to come from above the Nine Heavens, resounding in everyone's heart.

A blurry figure radiating endless majesty appeared above the crowd.

Clad in a plain robe, a pair of grayish-white eyes were firmly locked onto the short pestle in Su Mo's hand.

"world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle! Return!"

He reached out and grasped the air, letting out a low shout, as if he were the true master of the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle.

However, the world-cleansing demon-subduing pestle lay quietly in Su Mo's hand, without the slightest movement.