231: Holy Mother Leader! Master Dongxu?

In an extremely mysterious place, misty Qi permeated the Heaven and Earth, as if covered by a thin veil.

A pristine white palace stood silently within it, spanning about a hundred zhang wide, grand in scale, with upturned eaves and painted beams, every detail exquisitely crafted.

It seemed to be naturally formed, exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty, without the slightest flaw.

Surrounding the massive palace was a vast and boundless lake.

The lake surface was smooth as a mirror, its clear waters reflecting the majestic silhouette of the palace and the indistinct, ethereal clouds.

A gentle breeze, blowing from an unknown direction, stirred ripples across the lake's surface.

The shimmering lake water, amidst its sparkling reflections, revealed the scene outside the palace gate: countless figures densely packed together.

Without exception, they were all dressed in strange, pure white robes.

The long hoods on their white robes completely obscured the faces of these people, leaving only a dark and deep shadow.

But now, their movements were uniform, yet stiff and mechanical, as if they were puppets controlled by invisible strings.

Outside the palace, they began to slowly kneel down in unison, and then, with the same rhythm, prostrated themselves.

Their foreheads heavily knocked against the white jade bricks of the ground, producing dull and rhythmic thuds.

In front of the empty palace, this scene appeared particularly abrupt; besides the clear knocking sounds, there was no other extraneous noise.

This indescribable sense of eeriness grew stronger, sending chills down one's spine and making one's hair stand on end.

However, this strange and terrifying scene was utterly shattered in the next second.

A shout, carrying monstrous rage, thundered out from deep within the palace like a myriad of bolts of lightning.

"Damn Blackbird Guard!"

"Junior!"

"I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

This roar, filled with extreme hatred and unwillingness, made the white jade glazed tiles of the palace hum.

Visible waves of sound, carrying a mighty Aura, stirred up a terrifying storm outside the palace.

Amidst the howling wind, the white-robed crowd, who had been kneeling and kowtowing outside the palace.

Were now swept away by this violent force, their figures swaying precariously in the strong wind.

Their white robes flapped loudly, as if they would be completely swallowed by this irresistible storm in the next instant.

Just as the white-robed crowd outside was being tossed about by the storm, on the verge of collapse.

An old, calm voice echoed again from within the palace; this voice was not harsh, yet it seemed to possess some invisible power.

Allowing this voice to penetrate directly through the howling wind and the raging sound waves.

Like an invisible giant hand from the heavens, it gradually calmed the violent and rampant storm outside the palace.

"Baigu!"

Just two simple words, spoken with a very calm and composed tone, yet revealing an undeniable majesty, reverberated through the air.

The chaotic scene outside the palace instantly quieted down, leaving only the heavy breathing of the crowd and the gradually dissipating afterglow of the storm.

Deep within the palace, an empty and bright hall suddenly appeared.

The hall was oppressively silent, with the cold white jade stone walls emitting a chilling white light.

In the very center of the hall, there was an enormous, pristine white Lotus Platform.

The lotus layers unfolded, carved so lifelike, and on each petal, strange patterns were engraved.

However, placed on this sacred white Lotus Platform was a sculpture of a woman with no facial features.

No eyes, no nose, no mouth; her smooth and delicate face was blank, yet inexplicably gave one the illusion that she was gazing at something before her.

The white jade woman's sculpture had an elegant posture and flowing lines, with a white robe naturally draped.

It should have been a dignified and beautiful pose, but due to the missing facial features, it inexplicably exuded a sense of eeriness and mystery.

Making anyone standing below the platform unconsciously feel a chill down their spine, and an endless fear and unease rising in their heart.

At the feet of this woman's sculpture, a circle of white candle holders was neatly arranged, totaling twenty.

Each candle holder had an ancient design and a slender body.

At the top, a chilling white candlelight burned quietly, like flickering, eerie ghost flames, emitting dazzling and piercing light.

The cold white candlelight flickered in the spacious hall, casting distorted and shifting shadows on the walls.

At this moment, seven of these candle holders had, at some unknown point, suddenly extinguished, leaving only wisps of blue smoke rising slowly and drifting away in the dim light.

The seven candle holders without flames eventually became lifeless, cold objects, quietly placed there.

Suddenly!

These seven white candle holders, now cold objects, seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand, abruptly breaking free from the Lotus Platform's restraint and swiftly flying forward.

They drew several pale afterimages in the air, heading straight for an old man, and stably floated in mid-air.

This seemingly aged old man was precisely the old woman Lu Xuan had encountered repeatedly before.

The old woman's face was crisscrossed with dense wrinkles, like dried and shriveled orange peel.

Every wrinkle was filled with an Aura of decay and corruption, as if she had experienced countless years of decline.

However, the old woman's eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, were as profound as boundless white mist, seemingly ethereal and void, yet radiating endless strangeness.

Deep within those eerie white pupils, visible flames of rage continuously surged, as if to incinerate everything around them.

At this moment, the old woman's face was distorted and twisted with extreme anger, her dead-white eyes staring intently at the candle holders suspended before her.

The air around the old woman's hunched body seemed to be frozen by this intense hatred, terrifyingly silent.

There was even a mysterious power in the Void Realm, causing the invisible air to "crack" and freeze.

This was caused by the leakage of the old woman's terrifying Primordial Spirit power.

She hated it!

These seven white candle holders were all pillars of the Holy Sect, including three Tai Shang Protectors, who were Martial Artists at or above the Outer Strength Grandmaster Major Achievement Realm.

This time, the Holy Sect's losses were truly horrific, suffering a severe blow to its Origin Qi.

Three Martial Artists at or above the Outer Strength Grandmaster Major Achievement Realm and four Outer Strength Grandmaster Protectors died.

The Ranks within the Holy Sect are divided into:

Incense Master, Elder, Protector, Tai Shang Protector, Grand Elder.

Corresponding to the Blood Refinement Realm, Inner Energy Realm, Outer Strength Grandmaster Realm, Outer Strength Grandmaster Major Achievement Realm, and Divine Palace Realm.

If the Holy Sect had only lost these elite forces, that would have been one thing.

However, those three White Lotus Nightmare Flowers were the work of the Holy Mother, and thus of utmost importance.

Yet, they were so easily destroyed by someone.

If it weren't for that Junior who appeared out of nowhere, everything she had planned would have succeeded.

As soon as the old woman thought of Lu Xuan's face, her originally eerie and pale eyes instantly surged with endless resentment, as if she wanted to devour Lu Xuan alive.

She had opposed the Great Xia Dynasty for thousands of years; never had she felt so aggrieved as she did today.

Beside the old woman, there was another old man with a strange physique.

The old man was missing his legs, his height only half that of a normal person, yet he floated in mid-air as if nothing was wrong, like a light feather, unaffected by the weight of his body.

His expression was calm, and his white robe floated freely in the air, like soft clouds, as if the old woman's anger next to him had nothing to do with him.

Only occasionally would a cold white light flash in his eyes.

And this old man was the second Grand Elder of the Netherworld White Lotus Sect, White Mirage!

He, like Baigu, was a Martial Artist at the Divine Palace Major Achievement Realm, a Nascent Soul True Person!

White Mirage seemed utterly indifferent to Baigu's anger beside him, his expression remaining calm as water, as he slowly and unhurriedly asked.

"Baigu, who made a move?"

This sentence was deep and steady, as if carrying an innate composure, and it stood out particularly in the atmosphere filled with anger and suppression.

White Mirage was very curious as to which old monster in Ming Prefecture had made a move, capable of crushing Baigu's Primordial Spirit power.

Baigu, this old ghost, appeared unchanged on the surface, but in reality, the Qi within her body was chaotic like a churning sea, and her surrounding Aura surged wildly.

The Primordial Spirit power overflowing from her Divine Palace was even more weak and powerless, like a dying candle in a strong wind, flickering faintly, completely devoid of its former strength.

"A damned Blackbird Guard!"

"Hmph!"

"White Mirage, that Blackbird Guard brat, this old woman has a premonition that he will absolutely be a major hidden danger to our Holy Sect in the future."

"Even if this old woman sacrifices her life, she will never let that Junior off."

As soon as Baigu finished speaking, she completely ignored White Mirage beside her, her figure flickering like a ghost, instantly disappearing.

Just after Baigu disappeared, the seven white candle holders floating in the air suddenly underwent a strange change.

They first developed a series of fine cracks on their surfaces, and then, at an extremely fast speed, turned into powder.

Like white dust, they rustled down, scattering on the ground.

Some white powder also lingered faintly in the air.

"Major hidden danger?"

White Mirage muttered to himself, his eyebrows involuntarily furrowing, seemingly finding Baigu's words somewhat unbelievable.

He was very clear about the background of the Blackbird Guard.

Among the Blackbird Guard, only two individuals were worth their Holy Sect's attention.

Master of the Xuan Bird Guard Division Zi Yao, that woman's Martial Dao Realm was mysterious and unfathomable; no one had ever witnessed her true strength.

And the other was that old Daoist priest in the Blackbird Guard, Zhang Daofeng, a Grandmaster at the Divine Palace Major Achievement Realm, an old monster with one foot already in the Divine Palace Perfection Realm.

As the Junior Brother of the Dao Xu Sect Master, he made such an astonishing decision to go to the Blackbird Guard and be a Mystic Guard Deputy Director.

This damned Lao Jiahuo (Old fellow) constantly opposes our Holy Sect!

However, what White Mirage hadn't expected was that, besides those two, there was someone else in the Blackbird Guard.

Who could make Baigu suffer such a great loss, even being regarded as a major hidden danger by this old ghost, Baigu.

As White Mirage thought of this, he also developed a slight interest in that Junior of the Blackbird Guard.

Baigu, this dead old ghost, was still as fiery as ever, not even explaining things clearly.

It seemed this matter still needed to be brought up to Yan Lao, so that Yan Lao could report it to the Holy Mother Revered God.

Just as White Mirage made up his mind, an ethereal voice suddenly came from the woman's sculpture above the Lotus Platform.

"White Mirage, you need not concern yourself with this matter. The affairs of the Blackbird Guard will be handled by Baigu."

"You are to immediately depart for Fuzhou; that green snake is there. Take it to Baidao Prefecture in An Prefecture."

"Inform it that the Nether Python is in Taiping Town, Yunze County, Jinlin River!"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the color instantly drained from White Mirage's face, and his expression became one of panic and bewilderment.

His entire body trembled violently, and he mechanically turned his head slowly, staring intently at the woman's sculpture, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Holy Mother!"

It was no wonder White Mirage felt exceptionally shocked; one must know that their Holy Sect's Holy Mother was not someone anyone could meet.

Recalling back then, the last time he met the Holy Mother was when he Broke Through to the Divine Palace Major Achievement Realm and became the Holy Sect's second Grand Elder.

However, over a hundred years had passed since that time.

In the Holy Sect, there was only one person who could serve by the Holy Mother's side.

That was the first Grand Elder, Bai Yan!

Bai Yan, as the first Grand Elder of the Netherworld White Lotus Sect, possessed extremely powerful Martial Dao strength.

His strength even surpassed the Heaven and Earth power that Divine Palace Martial Artists possessed; he was a terrifying old monster who lived in the same era as the founding ancestor of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Bai Yan had lived for nearly two thousand years.

As for his Martial Dao Realm, he had one foot already stepped into the Void Realm True Lord Realm of legend, having grasped a trace of the mysterious Law power.

Half-step Void Realm True Lord!

The Heaven and Earth power that Divine Palace Martial Artists could control was like an ant, weak and vulnerable, in front of Bai Yan, who had grasped a trace of Heaven and Earth Laws.

As for why White Mirage knew this so clearly.

It was because, on one accidental occasion, he had personally experienced Bai Yan's methods.

With just a slight lift of his hand, Heaven and Earth Laws descended upon Bai Yan, and with his words becoming Law, he effortlessly crushed White Mirage's proud Primordial Spirit power into dust!

From then on, White Mirage respectfully addressed Bai Yan as Yan Lao, following his lead and daring not to harbor any other intentions.

Even a terrifying existence like Yan Lao served humbly before the Holy Mother Cult Master.

One can imagine what level the Holy Mother Cult Master's strength had reached.

Undoubtedly, the Holy Sect Cult Master could make an existence like Yan Lao, a half-step Void Tempering, willingly serve by her side.

Then the Holy Mother Cult Master was very likely the legendary Void Realm True Lord.

At this moment, White Mirage withdrew his Divine Thought from his Divine Palace, allowing his incomplete body to slowly descend to the ground, a strange expression appearing on his face.

It was a near-fanatical reverence and piety, as if he was listening to a supreme decree.

"Yes, White Mirage accepts the Holy Mother's decree!"