115: You're just a greenhorn, you have no right to ask me this question!

The shadow of the fallen had long since shrouded the Three Thousand Dao Provinces. As a top-tier power in the heavens, the Taiyi Holy Land naturally hadn't been spared and had long been riddled with holes from infiltration.

The fact that the Taiyi Holy Land's reinforcements were late to the Primordial Secret Treasury gathering was the handiwork of these internal traitors.

Otherwise, given the Taiyi Holy Land's powerful foundation, not to mention a hundred-plus Saint Realm Cultivators, even a thousand Saints gathered together would never have had the courage to challenge Xu Jinhuan!

The Taiyi Holy Land itself possessed over eight hundred Saint Realm experts. There were a full three hundred stationed at the Holy Land who could be mobilized at any time, along with dozens of Saint King powerhouses—more than enough to resolve Xu Jinhuan's crisis.

But such a massive number of reinforcements never appeared.

Naturally, someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Xu Jinhuan transformed into a streak of light, racing through the sea of clouds within the Holy Land, heading rapidly toward the Holy Land's Message Transmission Pavilion.

The Message Transmission Pavilion was the information hub of the Taiyi Holy Land, responsible for coordinating and transferring all messages between the Holy Land and its various subordinate forces. It was one of the most core and secretive departments of the Holy Land.

A place of such importance, burdened with heavy information processing tasks, must be overseen by a Saint Realm Elder—one who was absolutely loyal and a core member with an impeccable background.

'I'm afraid no one in the entire Holy Land would have thought that among the Elders of the Message Transmission Pavilion, someone would actually choose to degenerate and become a minion of the fallen...'

Arriving before the grand and towering Message Transmission Pavilion, Xu Jinhuan's gaze darkened slightly, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

In such a secret and vital location, anyone capable of entering had undergone tens of thousands of years of screening. They were the absolute core of the Holy Land, possessing absolute loyalty and impeccable backgrounds.

Yet even with such strict screening, it was still infiltrated by the fallen. Truly, the human heart is unpredictable.

“This is a vital ground of the Dao lineage. Non-essential personnel are not permitted entry. Sequence Xu, please return.”

True to its reputation as one of the most heavily guarded places in the Taiyi Holy Land, even though the guards at the door recognized Xu Jinhuan's identity, they still stepped forward to block him. Their expressions were solemn, and they did not yield in the slightest.

Even if he was the Holy Land's most dazzling sequence Prodigy, he held no special privileges before the Message Transmission Pavilion!

However, since Xu Jinhuan dared to come, he was naturally prepared. Back when he returned, the Taiyi Old Ancestor had already given him the corresponding authority.

With a flick of his hand, an ancient and heavy token appeared in his palm. The token was pitch black, and in its center, two powerful and majestic ancient characters were carved with strokes as sharp as iron and silver.

‘Taiyi’!

“I am here by the decree of the Old Ancestor, bearing the taiyi token, to purge the traitors!”

Whoosh!—

As soon as these words were spoken, the guards at the door were instantly in an uproar, their faces filled with disbelief.

They never imagined that the Message Transmission Pavilion they guarded day and night—the most core information hub of the Holy Land—actually harbored traitors?!

After a brief moment of shock, all the guards dropped to one knee in unison, bowing respectfully toward the taiyi token in Xu Jinhuan's hand, their voices booming.

“Welcome, sequence!”

The taiyi token was the personal token of the Taiyi Old Ancestor.

When the taiyi token appears, it is as if the Old Ancestor himself has arrived!

Even the current Taiyi Holy Lord would have to bow and salute before this token, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

These guards had cultivated in the Holy Land for hundreds or even thousands of years, yet they had only heard legends of the taiyi token. Today was the first time they saw its true form!

Xu Jinhuan didn't waste words with them. He took a step forward, the Chaos Power around him vibrating slightly, and he crashed through the heavy gates of the Message Transmission Pavilion, charging straight inside.

“What petty thief is this?!”

“Who?!”

“Who is so bold as to cause trouble in the Message Transmission Pavilion? Do you not want to stay in the Holy Land anymore?!”

Inside the pavilion, the presiding Elders who were processing massive amounts of information were disturbed by this sudden commotion. They all looked up and shouted in anger.

They were already burdened with heavy duties, needing to process thousands of pieces of intelligence in an instant. Their hearts were full of resentment and their tempers were flared, like a powder keg ready to explode at the slightest spark.

Now that they were being disturbed, they naturally didn't have a pleasant look on their faces.

But when they clearly saw the appearance of the intruder, the curses at the tips of their tongues were instantly forced back down.

Their expressions changed faster than flipping the pages of a book.

“Haha, so it is Sequence Xu's grand arrival! Please excuse us for not welcoming you properly! We didn't know Sequence Xu was coming. Is there some urgent matter?”

“Sequence Xu's sudden arrival must mean there's a matter of great importance. This old man was speaking out of turn just now, I hope you can forgive me!”

“Sequence Xu, please forgive me. This old man lost his composure just now!”

A group of white-haired and white-bearded Saint Realm Elders now had fawning smiles plastered on their faces. Their attitude was as complimentary as could be, and there was no longer even a need to show the taiyi token.

It couldn't be helped; Xu Jinhuan's name had been far too dazzling recently.

Suppressing all current Prodigies, slaying a hundred Saints with a single blade, wielding a quasi-emperor weapon while in the Saint Realm... these countless brilliant achievements had been heard by these Elders until their ears grew calluses. His prestige in the Holy Land had already reached its peak; his words were practically more effective than the current Holy Master's!

Facing Xu Jinhuan, these Elders didn't dare to be angry at all.

Moreover, they weren't qualified to be angry. After all, this young man before them had already killed over a hundred Saint Realms just like them... Xu Jinhuan's gaze was indifferent as it swept over the group of Elders, and he spoke calmly.

“Elders, there is no need for such formalities. Today, I have come for only one person.”

“I wonder which one is the Vice Pavilion Master of the Message Transmission Pavilion, Elder Sun Changquan?”

His voice was like thunder, instantly spreading throughout the entire Message Transmission Pavilion!

As soon as he said this, the Message Transmission Pavilion fell silent, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone's gaze simultaneously shifted toward a withered old man in the corner.

The man had a square face and a hooked nose. His face was as aged as withered wood, and he carried a thick aura of one in their twilight years.

He was the Sun Changquan Xu Jinhuan spoke of, and also the most senior and oldest member among the Message Transmission Pavilion Elders. He was currently over five thousand five hundred years old, already approaching the Lifespan limit of the Saint Realm.

Seeing him, Xu Jinhuan instantly understood the reason why he had betrayed the Holy Land and chosen to degenerate.

“Elder Sun, are you truly that afraid of death?”

He asked.

Yes, there was only one possible reason for Sun Changquan to join the darkness: his time was near, and he feared death.

Seeing Xu Jinhuan's arrival, Elder Sun Changquan gave a miserable smile, his aged face full of loneliness.

“The sequence is joking. Who in this world is not afraid of death? It's just that their time hasn't come yet.”

“Xu Jinhuan, do you know the great terror between life and death? Do you know the feeling of helplessness when your Lifespan is nearly exhausted, and you clearly know the date of your death but can do nothing about it?”

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a hint of madness.

“No! You don't know! You're just a wet-behind-the-ears brat; you're not qualified to ask this old man that question!”

By the end, Sun Changquan's tone was full of contempt.

“So, you chose to degenerate, betray the Holy Land, and help the wicked?”

Xu Jinhuan ignored the slight in the other's words and continued to question him.

“In doing so, did you ever think of the Sun family? Did you think of your children and grandchildren?”

At the mention of these things, Sun Changquan's expression finally changed. A flash of panic appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly looked up, staring fixedly at Xu Jinhuan.

“Xu Jinhuan, I did all of these things alone. Misfortune shouldn't befall one's family. Don't you dare do anything reckless!”