Above the ninth heaven, two rays of light descended, they were Feng Yiju and the housekeeper Wu. The housekeeper Wu, dressed in his housekeeper’s uniform, had transformed into a snow-white robe.
His aura was weak, but full of vitality, like a newborn baby.
The Traverse Heaven cultivators of Xuantian Sect were taken aback. Was this the housekeeper Wu who had just been beaten to death, his flesh and blood crushed, and then resurrected?
They all looked in shock at Feng Yiju, who was sitting cross-legged in the air. Feng Yiju was covered in dense, flickering runes. His aura was in complete chaos, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Housekeeper Wu had lost, but he hadn’t lost too badly. Feng Yiju was seriously injured, and whether he could dispel the runes and still have the strength to fight was uncertain.
Feng Yiju slowly opened his eyes and saw eight Great Ming King demon statues standing not far away. One of them was motionless, with the aura of Junior Brother Luo dissipating from it.
Feng Yiju took a sharp breath, his teeth grinding together. He looked at the other demon statues, only to see Yu Yue looking down at the Mountain Soul battlefield below. His gaze fell on Feng Yaya, who was dressed in red.
The moment Junior Brother Luo was annihilated, an aura escaped and fell below, where he saw a little girl waking up.
Yu Yue’s face was filled with confusion and shock: “Is this Yaya? Why is she so small?”
Was Yaya some kind of special divine or Dao body? If so, it would be normal for her to grow slowly – in the world of cultivation, it was not surprising to have a few special individuals.
But for some reason, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart – not because he was mourning for Junior Brother Luo’s annihilation. From the day they began to sacrifice and refine the Great Ming King demon statues, they knew they were destined to die. It was a cause for celebration that Junior Brother Luo could take down a Traverse Heaven cultivator before his death.
Yu Yue reached out towards the battlefield, as if he wanted to grab Feng Yaya, but was afraid of hurting her: “Can Yaya refine elixirs at such a young age?”
Above Qingyuan Mountain, Feng Yiju sat cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes.
“Huh?” Su He was taken aback. He suddenly heard a woman’s voice in his ear. Was it the first Great Ming King demon statue? Was she curious about Feng Yaya while fighting?
“Yaya can fight, her fists are very powerful.” Su He replied.
Then he heard Yu Yue’s rapid breathing – the Great Ming King demon statues didn’t breathe. Su He looked up and clearly saw her chest heaving.
Before he could take a closer look, the layers of the battlefield blocked his view.
Yu Yue muttered to himself: “If Yaya can’t refine elixirs, what have we been eating for the past sixty years?”
Those elixirs contained Yaya’s aura…
She looked at Feng Yiju, her eyes filled with shock and sorrow: “Sect Leader Senior Brother, can you answer me?”
Her voice was not loud, even somewhat weak, as if something had suddenly drained her soul.
But she was sure that Feng Yiju could hear her. He was in control of the Mountain Soul, and nothing on Dongyun Mountain could escape the Sect Leader’s perception.
Feng Yiju did not speak.
Yu Yue’s eyes were lifeless: “I thought Yaya had embarked on the path of a blood-refining alchemist. Although I was regretful, I could accept it for the sake of Qingyuan – but Yaya can’t refine elixirs.”
She stared blankly at Feng Yiju: “So… is it Yaya’s life source?”
No wonder as soon as Junior Brother Luo was gone, Yaya woke up below. She clearly sensed that after Junior Brother Luo was annihilated, an aura fell from the demon statue, and then Yaya woke up.
In the Mountain Soul battlefield, below the Traverse Heaven battlefield, were several battlefields where cultivators had reached the limit of subduing demons. Old Taoist Ge, Qiao Changlun, and Elder An were all there.
Several cultivators with sufficient cultivation level heard the voice and suddenly looked up at the Sect Leader who was sitting in the air, disbelief in their eyes.
In the Traverse Heaven of Xuantian Sect, the female Traverse Heaven who had just been cut in half, burst into laughter: “Feng Yiju, have you turned your own daughter into a great medicine?”
“Using your own daughter as medicine, this is a demonic act that completely disregards human nature, you deserve to die!”
Feng Yiju slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, causing the Traverse Heaven to choke on her words, feeling as if she was facing the Palace Master.
Housekeeper Wu took a step forward, standing in front of the Traverse Heaven cultivators, and looked at Feng Yiju with furrowed brows.
Everyone around stopped fighting, especially the people of Xuantian Sect, who retreated one after another.
It seemed that Qingyuan Sect was going to have internal strife at this time? That would be the best news of the day.
Feng Yiju’s gaze drifted over the Great Ming King demon statue left by Junior Brother Luo, then looked at the remaining seven. His voice was somewhat desolate: “Do you, my Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters, know that you will die today?”
No one spoke, they had known the answer sixty years ago. Even without Xuantian Sect, from the day they began to sacrifice and refine the Great Ming King demon statues, their fate was sealed.
Feng Yiju then looked at the elders and First Seats in the battlefield: “Do you, my Senior Uncles and Junior Brothers, know that you will die today?”
No one spoke, wasn’t it normal to die in a war with Xuantian Sect? It would be abnormal not to die.
“Do the disciples of Qingyuan know that they will die facing the hell ghosts?”Disciples in the Transcend Mortality battlefield couldn’t hear the sounds from the nine heavens, but they gradually sensed the eerie atmosphere. The battle at the topmost layer had actually stopped.
Were they going to negotiate?
Great! Did it mean no more wars, no more deaths? After facing the prison ghosts for more than ten days, countless fellow disciples had died. Could they finally take a breather?
The disciples’ expressions caught everyone’s attention.
Feng Yiju looked at Yu Yue, his eyes seemingly cold and ruthless: “My junior brothers died, my senior uncles died, thirty thousand disciples of Qingyuan Sect died, but Feng Yiju’s daughter can’t die?”
He chuckled a few times: “Ever since Xuantian Sect planted the prison ghost space under Qingyuan, the destruction of Qingyuan has been inevitable! Is there a way to avoid death in this situation? If Qingyuan is destroyed, can Yaya survive alone?”
He stared at Yu Yue: “Other disciples might survive by defecting to the enemy. But Yaya has no such option! She is Feng Yiju’s daughter, she is Su Huanian’s daughter, she has no enemies to turn to! If Qingyuan is destroyed, her survival would be worse than death!”
Would Xuantian Sect allow Feng Yaya to live after killing Feng Yiju? A clearly extremely special girl with unlimited potential, the daughter of an enemy, wouldn’t survive.
It seemed reasonable, but I don’t believe it! Yu Yue was silent for a moment, then gave a bitter smile, looking at Feng Yiju and said: “Sect Leader Senior Brother, I am just a little girl, I don’t understand all these principles. But I don’t like to use Yaya’s life to prolong my own.”
One with an unlimited future, one destined to perish, why bother?
She slashed her curved blade towards herself, a surge of energy slashed out from the demon statue, the aura instantly became chaotic, but it didn’t weaken, instead, it carried a hint of madness.
She looked up at the people of Xuantian Sect.
There was a flicker of madness in her eyes, the wrath of the seven emotions!
Why force Qingyuan? Why push Qingyuan Sect to the point where even innocent children have to be sacrificed?
She suddenly shot out, slashing at a Traverse Heaven realm cultivator, who changed color and continuously retreated, only defending. This woman was unreasonable, she not only didn’t control the loss of her seven emotions, she even sacrificed her own anger!
Ge Hong quietly watched Feng Yiju.
The Sect Leader Senior Brother was also making excuses.
If Qingyuan Sect had already reached the point where even innocent children had to be sacrificed, what was the point of its existence? What was it being protected for?
Sacrificing the children who needed the most protection, to protect the adults of the sect?
Sect Leader Senior Brother probably hadn’t said everything, right? If it was as Senior Brother said, why wasn’t Sister Su here now?
“Senior Brother, are you using yourself as a medium to embed Yaya’s paternal bloodline with us?” Ge Hong’s voice was very soft, his Fairy Sword swung back, learning from Yu Yue to slash at the life source of Feng Yaya on his own body.
This life source was extremely well hidden, covered by the aura of the Elixir, their Divine Sense and mana were all lost, and they hadn’t noticed it.
In the Transcend Mortality battlefield, Feng Yaya’s eyes widened: “Huh?”
She didn’t know what had happened, but she felt extremely comfortable at this moment.
She looked at Su He: “Big Turtle, let’s go challenge the trial ground of Xuanqing View! I’ve been there before, but I didn’t even make it to the second level last time.”