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  The vast land of China, the majestic mountains, the fertile central plains, at this moment still present a prosperous and peaceful scene, not feeling at all the strange occurrence in the remote southwestern mountain range.

  However, at this moment, two people are flying towards the original main hall of Guiwang Sect on Huqi Mountain. They are Jinping'er and Cangsong Daoist who secretly entered Qingyun Mountain last time and sabotaged the "Tianji Lock".

  They secretly destroyed the Tianji lock of the four peaks of Qingyunmen, and then carefully explored the surroundings of Qingyun Mountain according to the previous instructions of the Ghost King. This delayed their return for several days. Along the way, Cangsong Daoist was silent and rarely spoke, sometimes not saying a word throughout the day. Jinping understood some of Cangsong's conflicting emotions, but she was not a soft-hearted, sympathetic, and kind woman. On the contrary, although her face still smiled sweetly every day, in her heart, she looked down on Cangsong Daoist somewhat.

  On the way back, they entered the Fox Qi Mountain Hundred Miles Boundary and rushed for a day. The two of them fell from the sky to the ground and casually found a secluded mountain valley to rest for a while. This mountain valley is not big, among the mountains, there is a small stream flowing down from the upper reaches, passing through the bottom of the mountain valley, and flowing down the mountain. The creek water was clear, Jin Ping'er had been rushing for a day, and she already felt a bit thirsty, so she walked to the creek and scooped up some water with her hands, putting it in her mouth to drink.

  The stream water in the valley was icy to the touch, but the entrance was very sweet. Jin Baoer couldn't help but drink a few more mouthfuls, then let out a long breath and turned back with a smile: "Daozhang, this stream is quite good, won't you come over and have a drink?"

  Cang Song Dao Ren sat on a nearby rock, shaking his head, looking rather gloomy. In fact, since returning from Qing Yun Mountain, he had been in this state. Jin Ping Er saw it with her own eyes and secretly smiled to herself, but she didn't bother to say anything, turned around, scooped up the clear creek water with her hands, splashed a few times on her face, then lifted her head and shook it off, feeling an indescribable refreshing sensation that went straight to her heart.

  Under the sunlight, the crystal clear water droplets on her fair skin looked like pearls, slowly sliding down, and a few drops of water splashed onto her chest, making it slightly wet, revealing a faintly plump and tender skin, which had a kind of enchanting beauty.

  "Golden Girl." Suddenly, Cang Song Dao Ren, who had been silent behind her back, spoke up and called out.

  Jin Bier didn't expect that the usually taciturn and gloomy Daoist priest would take the initiative to speak, and she felt a little strange. She turned around and revealed her signature charming smile, saying: "What's up, Daozhang?"

  Cang Song Dao Ren's eyes slightly drooped, not looking at Jin Ping Er's stunning face that could overturn the world. He saw his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if he had a lot of heart-wrenching troubles on his mind. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "The Ghost King Sect Master ordered us to secretly destroy the Tianji Lock of the Qingyun Gate. I understand the intention behind this... Demon Cult..."

  He suddenly choked up halfway through his words, and Jin Bao'er smiled brightly at him, but her eyes seemed to hold a hint of mockery.

  Cang Song Dao Ren was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "The Holy Sect wants to unify the world, and the Qing Yun Men is naturally the number one archenemy. Breaking their Tian Ji Lock is even more crucial. But I don't understand why the Gui Wang Zong Zhu also ordered us to thoroughly inspect all the towns and villages within a hundred miles of the Qing Yun Men, as well as the ordinary people living there. These ordinary people are unarmed and powerless, even if they admire the Qing Yun Men in their daily lives, it seems that they are not enough for the Holy Sect to deal with them?"

  Jin Bier's charming eyes turned around, and she smiled: "How, Daozhang, aren't you having a sad heart to sympathize with the heavens and pity the people, wanting to ferry all living beings?"

  Cang Song Dao's face sank, and he said, "I just think that dealing with the Qingyun Gate is enough. If we have to involve these innocent civilians as well, it's really unnecessary."

  Jin Ping'er smiled and said, "Daozhang, why are you getting angry? I didn't say anything!" After a pause, she thought for a moment and continued, "To be honest, the investigation of the towns around Qingyun Mountain was indeed ordered by the Ghost King Sect Master. As for the reason behind it, I'm not very clear either. But in my opinion, considering the Ghost King Sect Master's temperament, he doesn't seem like someone who would slaughter innocent civilians for no reason."

  Cang Song Daoren's expression eased slightly, and he fell into thought for a moment. He seemed to think that Jin Pinger's words were reasonable, but his heart still had some misgivings. Shaking his head, he said: "Although you make sense, I still don't understand why we need to go check on those ordinary commoners. Apart from their large numbers, what else is unusual about them? Those commoners, even if hundreds or thousands of them rush forward together, are probably not a match for a cultivator who has achieved success in his practice."

  Jin Ping'er smiled and said: "This layer we all want to get, the Ghost King Sect Master's mind is as deep as the sea, how could he not see through? So, Dao Chang, you don't have to worry unnecessarily."

  Cang Song Dao Ren let out a light sigh and said, "It's precisely because the Ghost King Sect Master is as profound as the sea that I couldn't guess what he's thinking in his heart. Although it's normal to be like this, I'm just afraid that he might suddenly..." As he spoke, he seemed to feel a bit bored himself, let out a bitter laugh, shook his head and stopped speaking.

  Jin Ping'er wouldn't naturally be the kind of person to worry about the lives of countless civilians under Qingyun Mountain, but rather it was the somewhat strange attitude of Cang Song Dao Ren that made her feel a bit displeased. Her own future fate was still unknown, yet she had the heart to worry about others? Were these people from the righteous path really this kind of temperament? Even if they joined the demonic sect, they couldn't change their nature.

  Jin Ping'er shrugged her shoulders, feeling utterly perplexed by this bizarre situation. She turned around and walked back to the creek, intending to wash her face again before continuing on her journey. In a soft voice, she said: "Don't worry about it, Master Dao, there's no need to think about these things..."

  Just as the word "me" was about to come out, Jinpinger suddenly fixed her gaze, and the word seemed to be stuck and couldn't be said again. Even her body seemed to stiffen up.

  Just now the creek water was still clear, but suddenly a patch of blood appeared, dark red in color, flowing with the current, slowly spreading out. Jin Bao'er stared at the patch of blood, her face instantly turning ugly, thinking that just now she had drunk from this water and washed her face with it, Jin Bao'er's stomach churned with a wave of nausea, feeling like vomiting.

  She stood still for a moment, her eyes moving along the bloodstain to look upstream at the creek. Indeed, this patch of blood was slowly flowing down from upstream. In the creek water, it was like a thin red line, stretching endlessly.

  Jin Ping'er let out a cold snort and stepped forward along the small stream towards its upper reaches.

  Behind him, Cang Song saw Jin Bao'er suddenly walking away and found it strange. He said, "Jin girl, what's wrong?"

  Jin Bier didn't respond to him, her eyes fixed on the creek water. Cang Song Dao Ren furrowed his brow and walked over, his expression changing slightly as he too noticed something unusual in the creek water. After a moment of hesitation, he followed Jin Bier upstream.

  This small stream is neither deep nor wide, and the water only reaches the knees of a person walking through it. It takes only three or four steps to cross over to the other side, but the flowing water gurgles and meanders, surprisingly quite long. The two people walked in the mountain valley for about half an hour, and just as they were about to leave this valley, this small stream still seemed endless, and that strange blood-red line in the water continued to stretch on.

  Jin Ping'er and Cang Song Daoist exchanged a glance, their eyebrows furrowed. As they were no ordinary people, they naturally knew that if it was the blood of an ordinary beast, it would have flowed with the water for one or two zhang (about 3-6 meters), but at such a long distance, it should have dissolved into the water without a trace. Yet, the bloody stain in the water remained condensed and refused to disperse, which was definitely very strange.

  In the midst of a mountain range, the wind passes through a secluded valley, producing an unusual whistling sound. The forest trembles and emits a rustling noise, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

  Cang Song Dao Ren suddenly stopped in his tracks. Jin Ping Er furrowed her brow and looked at him, saying: "What's wrong?"

  Cang Song Dao Ren was silent for a moment before saying, "I think we should just drop it."

  Jin Ping'er raised an eyebrow, seemingly not expecting Qing Song Dao Ren to say such a thing, and said: "Dao Zhang, you're not afraid, are you?"

  Cang Song's face flashed with anger, but he endured it and said, "The important thing is the most important, the Ghost King sect master has ordered us to do things for a period of time. I think it's better to go back and report first." After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Jin Ping'er to speak, seemingly not wanting to see Jin Ping'er's slightly sarcastic gaze, he turned around abruptly, mounted his sword and flew towards the Huqi Mountain direction by himself.

  Jin Ping'er watched the back of the Taoist priest as he flew away, let out a cold hum, and had a look of disdain in her eyes. For a moment, she didn't even bother to chase after him, and instead turned her head to look at the bloodstain on the creek water again. Slowly, her face became somewhat solemn.

  Suddenly, in the empty mountain valley, a low roar came from afar in the upper reaches of the stream. Jin Bao'er was concentrating on her thoughts when she was startled by this sudden cry, and quickly turned around to look, only to see that ahead was a forest, with the creek bending around the edge of the woods, and the place where the cry came from was blocked by the dense forest.

  Since she had arrived at this place, Jin Bao'er naturally wouldn't ignore it. With a light and agile leap, she quietly slipped past, entering the dense forest, making several leaps to jump onto a branch on the edge of the woods, looking down from there.

  At this sight, her complexion changed suddenly.

  Cang Song Dao Ren flew in mid-air, and he even deliberately slowed down his speed to wait for a while. Unexpectedly, Jin Ping Er didn't follow up. Cang Song Dao Ren looked at the empty space behind him, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart. This Jin Ping Er usually called him "Dao Zhang" with a polite tone in their conversations, but Cang Song Dao Ren was well-versed in worldly affairs and had long seen the hidden disdain and mocking intention in Jin Ping Er's eyes.

  Perhaps Jinpinger didn't intentionally mock or ridicule, but Cangsong Daoist thought so, which is not surprising since his mindset has become increasingly sensitive and abnormal after betraying Qingyun and joining the demonic Ghost King Sect.

  After feeling suffocated on the Cangsong Road, he hesitated about whether to leave alone or go back to find Jinpinger. A faint purple light suddenly appeared from behind, and it was Jinpinger flying over.

  The treasure light flashed, and Jinping came to the side of Cangsong Daoist. The wind in the high sky blew her clothes fluttering, but at this moment, Jinping's face seemed to be a little thoughtful, without the smile that filled her face every day.

  Looking at Daoren and others, Jinpinger smiled at him, but that smile seemed to have a few hints of awkwardness, which was not her usual charming appearance. "Daozhang, let's go!"

  Cang Song Dao Ren let out a cold hum, turned around and rode his sword to continue moving forward, without saying a word. In the face of this somewhat rude behavior, Jin Ping Er's face did not show any anger, on the contrary, she slowly followed behind him, looking at the figure of Cang Song Dao Ren flying away in front, her eyes revealing a complex and flickering expression.

  That valley is still a hundred miles away from Huqi Mountain, and the mountains are undulating in between. Ordinary people want to get past here to Huqi Mountain, and those who climb mountains and cross rivers will probably take at least half a month. But for Cang Song Dao Ren and Jin Ping Er, who can ride swords and fly, it's just less than half a day's work.

  As they flew closer to the Fox Ridge Mountain of yesterday, it was as if they had been punched in the face. Even Jinping'er, who had been deep in thought, was shocked speechless. As they slowly descended, everything in front of them gradually became clear. The once towering Fox Ridge Mountain had vanished, and on the original site of the massive mountain body, a huge abyss suddenly appeared. From afar, you could hear the roar of scorching magma flowing inside, and countless eerie red blood halos shot out from the depths of the abyss, shooting towards the sky like the image of an evil demon in legend.

  The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

  "What's going on? What happened?" Cang Song Daoren muttered to himself.

  As he fell to the ground, Cang Song Dao Ren looked around and saw that the surrounding area of about ten miles was shrouded in a strange and eerie red glow. The trees that were originally lush with leaves had all withered and died, leaving only bare trunks standing upright, a terrifying sight.

  Cang Song Dao Ren gazed out at the four directions, still in a state of trepidation. Suddenly, he heard Jin Ping Er's voice beside him. She softly exclaimed and seemed quite surprised. Cang Song Dao Ren turned to look at her, only to see Jin Ping Er pointing with one hand towards the front right direction, saying "Look over there."

  Cang Song Dao Ren followed her pointing direction and was also stunned, only to see that in the red light shadow in that direction, there was a sway, but it was from the red shadow that dozens of people walked out. Fixing his eyes, these people were all robust men, with clothes and decorations on their bodies, formally dressed as the Ghost King Sect's attire, apparently they were all disciples of the Ghost King Sect.

  Cang Song Dao Ren let out a sigh of relief, it seemed that Hu Xi Shan had indeed undergone great changes during his absence, but thinking about it, with the Ghost King's abilities, nothing could be difficult for him. Looking at these Ghost King Sect disciples, he estimated that the Ghost King Sect's foundation was not severely damaged.

  At this time, a group of Ghost King Sect disciples who seemed to be patrolling around also discovered the two people standing here. They turned their direction and walked towards this place. Cang Song Dao Ren stepped forward and said loudly: "I am Cang Song, what happened here?"

  Jin Ping'er didn't say a word, her gaze deeply looked at the red blood shadow that was shrouding the deep abyss in the distance like a light screen, then silently followed behind Cang Song Dao Ren's back, with her eyebrows tightly locked, staring at those approaching Gui Wang Zong disciples.

  As the people from both sides approached each other, it turned out that those dozens of people were indeed disciples under the Ghost King Sect. The leader among them nodded to Cang Song and paid his respects, but somehow, his movements seemed a bit stiff. He opened his mouth and said: "Greetings... uh... Daozhang..."

  Cang Song Dao Ren furrowed his brow, this Gui Wang Zong disciple's tone of speech was quite strange, with a pause between each sentence, paired with his somewhat stiff movements, he looked like a wooden puppet, and it was unknown where he came from, yet he dared to be so unrefined.

  However, at this moment, Qing Song didn't bother to care about these things and directly said "Ghost King Sect Master, we have something to report to him."

  That Ghost King Sect disciple still had that wooden expression, slowly turning around to point towards the end of the red light shadow, saying "Sect Master, uh, inside, uh... has been waiting for you for a very long time... huh."

  The old man of Cangsong Dao was impatient and it took a lot of effort to listen to what people had to say. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Alright, you lead the way."

  The Ghost King Sect disciple nodded and turned around to leave, slowly saying: "Yes... uh."

  A group of people headed back to the abyss, but Cang Song Dao Ren was about to ask what had just happened with this sudden huge change. However, the previous conversation had completely dispelled his patience. Asking such a wooden and numb Ghost King Sect disciple was like suffering, so he might as well directly ask the Ghost King Sect Master later on.

  Jin Ping'er followed behind them, walking slowly and silently gazing at the surrounding Ghost King Sect disciples. At first glance, they seemed no different from ordinary people except for their slightly stiff movements. There was nothing strange about them, but Jin Ping'er's eyes grew increasingly vigilant.

  As they gradually approached the abyss, getting closer to the red blood halo, Jinpinger suddenly discovered that in the eyes of these Guiwang Zong disciples walking beside her, a faint red color slowly emerged, like crimson blood. And their movements while walking also began to become less stiff and slowly became lighter.

  It seemed as if something in that crimson light had given them some kind of power.

  Getting closer and closer to that eerie red glow, it seemed like only two lengths away. Suddenly, a thread of unease flashed through Cang Song's mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was causing this sudden feeling. Just then, a soft cry came from behind him, and everyone turned around to see Jin Ping'er, who had been fine just moments before, suddenly sitting on the ground, clutching her chest, gasping for breath, and coughing violently, her face deathly pale and looking extremely painful.

  That's her intuition.

  Jin Ping'er's gasps grew louder, but the two Ghost King Sect disciples standing beside her seemed completely unmoved, as if they were numb to everything outside of themselves. However, a moment later, a strange noise suddenly came from behind them, like the sound of a stone hitting the ground. Jin Ping'er was facing in the direction of the noise and immediately turned pale, stood up, and exclaimed: "What? You've also come?"

  Those two Ghost King Sect disciples were shocked, seeing Jin Pinger so shocked, they involuntarily turned around to look, but who knew that after turning around, they only saw emptiness behind them, there was nothing, not even a shadow of a person, let alone a stone. It was as if they had seen a ghost, the two were confused and turned around to ask Jin Pinger, but unexpectedly, after this turn, Jin Pinger who was originally standing behind them also disappeared without a trace, just like she had never appeared in this place before, leaving only an empty piece of land.

  Two Ghost King Sect disciples were shocked, looking at each other in dismay. They immediately shouted out loud, but their voices sounded nothing like human voices, more like two wild beasts howling. After running around in circles twice, the two of them turned around and charged into the red blood-like glow.

  In the distance, Jin Bao'er slowly emerged from behind a rock, her earlier escape seeming simple but actually using up all her wit and cunning. Only now did she slowly let out a breath of relief, and only then did she realize that her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

  Just as she was about to relax, suddenly, from the depths of the red light, a loud and extremely painful cry echoed out. The voice belonged to Cang Song Dao Ren. Jin Ping Er's whole body shook, and she immediately turned around and hid behind a rock. Although Cang Song Dao Ren's cry was ear-piercing, it quickly weakened and disappeared. Following that, a burst of maniacal laughter erupted, the sound full of madness, as if all things in the world would be trampled under his feet. The mountains themselves seemed to tremble with the reverberations.

  Jin Ping'er's face turned pale and her body began to tremble slightly. The voice had changed, but she clearly heard it - it was the Ghost King's laughter.

  A thousand miles away, Qingyun Mountain Tongtian Peak, Hou Shan Zu Shi Temple Hall.

  Here, as in the past, is still quiet, majestic halls sit among the trees, emitting a solemn atmosphere. The dense forest is quiet, birds chirping clearly, far away, can vaguely see the dim temple hall, the shadows of that point of incense.

  Lin Jingyu looked up at the sky, the sky above his head was a vast expanse of blue, with not a cloud in sight. The warm sunlight shone down on him, bringing with it a gentle warmth that seemed to seep into his bones. From the waist of his sword, a beautiful green dragon sword, reflected a dazzling array of colors.

  It seems like today's weather is pretty good.

  He looked for a while, and the corners of his mouth slowly revealed a faint smile that had not been seen for a long time. Then he picked up the broom in his hand and began to sweep the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall.

  Since the mysterious stranger passed away, Qingyun Mountain has undergone many changes, but under these drastic changes, no one noticed this secluded corner that had long been out of the world's disputes. Lin Jingyu, however, seemed to be particularly fond of this place, perhaps it was nostalgia for the old man from back then. In any case, without anyone realizing it, and with everyone's tacit consent, Lin Jingyu became the successor to guard the ancestral temple here.

  The withered yellow leaves were swept up by the broom's swing, and Lin Xiangyu quietly cleaned up, doing what he did every day. The mountain forest was quiet, with a gentle breeze, but it was unknown whether this kind of life would be more peaceful than before.

  But today seems destined to be anything but peaceful.

  Silently, just as Lin Jingyu was intently sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, a pair of feet suddenly appeared in front of him. Lin Jingyu was startled. If it weren't for the ancestor worship day, no one would come here within several months even during ordinary times at Qingyun Gate. Today was an extremely ordinary day, so how could someone have arrived?

  He looked up, but unexpectedly, this glance made him even more shocked, so much that his whole body shook and he took a step back. His face changed color as he stuttered: "Chapter... Sect Master!"

  Standing in front of him was none other than the missing leader of Qingyun Gate, Zhenren Daoxuan.

  Dao Xuan True Person still wore the same dark green Daoist robe, but some parts of it looked worn and tattered. This was unimaginable for the renowned Qing Yun Men's leader, Dao Xuan True Person. At this moment, Dao Xuan True Person's face was expressionless, seemingly thinner than before, with an added air of vicissitude.

  Lin Jingyu's heart was in turmoil, although he was not a core member of the Qingyun Gate, nor did he know the inside story like Shuiyue and his disciples on Xiaozhu Peak. However, when Daoxuan Zhenren and Tian Buyi clashed at the ancestral hall that day, Lin Jingyu was present, and afterwards, both of them disappeared. Now that Tian Buyi had passed away, Daoxuan Zhenren had quietly appeared here, with twists and turns that were eerie and chilling.

  Although Lin Jingyu was shocked and amazed in his heart, Dao Xuan Zhenren seemed to be completely indifferent to him. His gaze only stayed on Lin Jingyu for a moment before turning towards the magnificent ancestral hall.

  Daoxuan Zhenren gazed at the hall for a long time before slowly saying: "Is it just you here now?"

  Lin Jingyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren glanced at him, his eyes suddenly filled with doubt, but they fell on the dragon-slaying sword at Lin Jingyu's waist. The emerald green blade lightly flowed and turned, although the ancient one had left, it still carried that unique proud air, standing out from the crowd.

  The emerald light reflected in his eyes, and Dao Xuan's expression also changed with it, slowly revealing a look of perplexed contemplation. Lin Jingyu was confused at this moment, unsure whether he should leave to report to the masters on Tongtian Peak or continue watching here.

  However, Dao Xuan didn't give him much time to think. His strange expression quickly disappeared and was replaced by another indifferent one. He calmly told Lin Jingyu: "You stay here, no one else is allowed in without my permission." After that, he didn't even wait for Lin Jingyu's response and strode away, heading straight into the dark grand hall of the ancestral temple.

  Lin Jingyu was stunned on the spot, at a loss for what to do, and could only watch as Dao Xuan's figure disappeared into the darkness.

  Upon entering the inner hall, after the initial darkness passed, what appeared before Dao Xuan Zhen Ren was the huge offering table on top of the great hall and the countless spirit tablets behind it. A solemn and majestic aura came forth to greet him, the ancestors of Qing Yun Men throughout the generations were all here, silently and coldly gazing at the figure of Dao Xuan Zhen Ren.

  Daoxuan Zhenren's body trembled slightly, as if something inside him was acting up, causing him considerable pain. However, he quickly endured it and slowly walked to the offering table, took the sandalwood incense from the table, lit it on the candle flame beside, walked to the front of the offering table, and knelt down slowly in front of the ancestral tablet of his predecessors.

  In the dim light, his face seemed to be changeable, only the warmth of that little incense brought up a faint wisp of smoke.

  "The ancestral masters of the Qingyun Gate, not to mention the Daoxuan brothers..." His voice was low and hoarse, his hands holding incense sticks seemed to be trembling slightly, as if he was extremely excited, so much so that after saying half a sentence, he couldn't continue.

  His head bowed deeply, prostrating himself before countless spirit tablets, in the spacious and magnificent great hall, where an unknown wind began to stir, the surrounding curtains started to flutter gently, even the candles on the offering table began to flicker uncertainly.

  Suddenly, the body of Daoxuan Zhenren, who was prostrating on the ground, shook violently, and he didn't know how to exert his strength. The three sandalwood in his hand were suddenly invaded by a powerful force, and they were silently divided into two parts in an instant. A black air mass spread out from Daoxuan Zhenren's body at this moment, rapidly churning and expanding, and it seemed that it was about to completely envelop his body.

  Lin Jingyu, standing outside the grand hall, seemed to sense something. His eyebrows furrowed, and he involuntarily took a step forward in the direction of the grand hall. From the depths of that shadowy area, a strange aura suddenly rose, with an extremely heavy evil spirit, which was not originally present in this ancestral temple.

  He flashed through his mind the strange face of Dao Xuan Zhenren just now, and he felt a sense of unease in his heart. But looking at that magnificent great hall, he hesitated again.

  The mountains and forests are quiet, around the ancestral temple of the ancestors, but in the blink of an eye, even the birdsong has disappeared, as if those birds also felt a mysterious sense of danger, each one silent like a cicada in winter.

  In the grand hall, Dao Xuan's body shook more and more violently, and the black air surrounding him grew thicker. The originally silent hall suddenly had a whirlwind, emitting a low hum, rapidly blowing through the empty space. The wind grew stronger and stronger. Dao Xuan's body trembled as he slowly stood up under the shroud of black air, his facial expression transformed into one filled with fierce and violent energy, as if he had become a different person.

  But on closer inspection, behind the fierce look, there was another painful color in the eyes of Dao Xuan Zhenren, so much so that her facial muscles were twisted, as if she had been forcing herself to endure something, but looking at the situation, it was clear that she was gradually unable to hold on.

  At this strange and critical moment, the weird wind surrounding him was blowing stronger and stronger, not only causing the heavy incense table to slowly retreat, but also affecting the distant spirit tablets behind it. Many of the spirit tablets were shaking non-stop in the strong wind, some even showing signs of falling.

  As the Daoxuan True Person of Qingyun Gate, he has already committed a great sacrilege by behaving in such a manner before the ancestral spirit tablet. Just looking at his complexion, his breathing is getting heavier and heavier, how can he still care about this?

  It was at this moment that a sudden "crack" sound was heard, and under the strong wind, a spirit tablet placed on the edge of the corner of the incense table finally couldn't hold on, fell to the ground, and hit the stone floor with a crisp sound.

  This sound seemed to have startled Daoxuan Zhenren, who was struggling to hold on. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and in an instant, he felt a great shock, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. His ferocious expression quickly dissipated, and the eerie black aura also disappeared without warning. On his face, only regret and sorrow remained.

  Under the dim light, the fallen spirit tablet lay quietly on the ground, motionless. On the wooden tablet, there was surprisingly a blank space.

  This is a blank nameplate.

  That blank space seemed to be staring at him coldly too.

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren's lips trembled slightly, staring blankly at the empty spirit tablet, then slowly walked over and carefully picked up the wordless spirit tablet, gently stroking it in his hand...

  It was unknown how much time had passed when a hoarse and slightly choked voice came from the darkness, "Younger brother..."

  Lin Jingyu was anxious outside the ancestral hall, sweating profusely on his forehead, and after struggling countless times in his heart, he finally steeled himself to rush in and see what had happened in the main hall of the ancestral temple. Just as he was about to jump up, the strange aura in the temple suddenly disappeared.

  Lin Jingyu was once again filled with doubts and unease, the determination he had made earlier was now unable to take a step forward. After all, no matter what, the person in the ancestral hall was Dao Xuan Zhenren, the current leader of Qingyun Gate, who had saved countless lives on several occasions. Not to mention the common people of the world, even ordinary disciples of Qingyun Gate, including Lin Jingyu, looked up to him as a god-like figure.

  This hesitation, and again waited for a long time, Lin Jingyu had never felt that time passed so slowly, even in the days when he faced the empty and desolate mountains and temples alone, he didn't have this mood. And just as he began to suspect whether his cultivation was not enough, Daoxuan Zhenren's figure appeared again at the gate of the main hall.

  His expression remained as calm and expressionless, slowly walking down, without looking at Lin Jingyu again. Lin Jingyu didn't know why, perhaps intimidated by Dao Xuan's usual authority, also didn't dare to ask more questions, quietly stepped aside.

  When Daoxuan Zhenren passed by his side, he suddenly stopped for a moment, and after a while, only heard him say in a low voice:

  "Take good care of him/them!"

  Lin Jingyu was taken aback, not knowing who the people referred to by Dao Xuanzhen were. However, since they had just come out of the ancestral hall, he thought it was probably referring to the spirit tablets of the Qingyunmen ancestors in the hall. He nodded and said respectfully: "The disciple knows."

  Dao Xuan Zhen Ren gazed deeply at him, his eyes scanning him up and down. Looking at Lin Jing Yu's white clothes and the bright green dragon-slaying sword at his waist, he suddenly let out a bitter smile and said: "It really is just like...".

  Lin Jingyu was momentarily stunned, and when he looked up to ask for clarification, he saw that Dao Xuan Zhenren had already left. Looking in the direction he went, it was towards the most important forbidden area of Qingyun Gate, "Huan Yue Dong Fu". Lin Jingyu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to go into the ancestral hall first, turned around and picked up the broom that had been casually thrown on the ground earlier, and walked in.

  He looked around, but saw that everything in the temple's main hall was just as it had been before, with no apparent changes. He furrowed his brow and walked to the altar where incense was offered to the ancestors of past generations. On the altar, a small bronze incense burner held three newly lit sandalwood incense sticks, quietly burning and emitting a faint scent of sandalwood.

  Suddenly, his gaze condensed and he saw that on the incense table with countless spirit tablets, one of them was placed too close to the edge. He furrowed his brow; these days he had been tidying up this place, and the positions of the spirit tablets were also deeply familiar to him, so he quickly discovered that the position of the tablet seemed to have been moved. If a Qingyunmen disciple dared to disturb the ancestral spirit's position, this was no small sin...

  He gently shook his head, walked over, picked up the spirit tablet and was about to put it back on the incense table when suddenly his body trembled and his eyes couldn't leave the tablet in his hand.

  Only to see that the spirit tablet did not have a name and title written in gold paint like other tablets, because this was originally a blank tablet. But at this moment, on the spirit tablet in Lin Jingyu's hand, there was suddenly an extra line of words: Qingyunmen Wanjianyi's Spirit Position!

  These words are written in bright red, and they were actually written with fresh blood!