Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 824 Zu Feng
The purple-robed elder shook his head slightly: "The Silver Moon Mountain Range is only 20,000 miles away from Iron Feather Peak. With the speed of the Fifth Elder and Elder Meng, they can arrive in half a day, and there are no dangerous places along the way."

"But the Fifth Elder's life lamp went out. Even if he is still alive, he must have encountered a powerful enemy and the connection between his soul and life lamp was severed."

"As for why Elder Meng's natal lamp remains unchanged... we must examine it in person to find out."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked out of the cave, reminding Yinli, "This matter must not be told to anyone."

Yin Li gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to go to Iron Feather Peak with the Second Elder to find out where my uncle is!"

The purple-robed elder said calmly, "The Fifth Elder is a high-ranking demon general, and his life-giving lamp has been extinguished. What use would you be if you went?"

"This matter is of great importance and must be reported to the clan chief for his handling."

Without stopping, he disappeared into the dimly lit passage. Yin Zhu and the white-robed elder clasped their hands in farewell to Yin Li and quickly followed.

Upon seeing this, the two maids quickly bowed to Yinli and then walked out of the cave.

Yin Li narrowed his eyes, then suddenly raised his sleeve and flicked it, creating a gust of wind that swung like a heavy hammer, slamming into the two maids.

Boom!

The two flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall before collapsing limply to the ground.

Blood trickled down from the corners of their mouths, staining their already vibrant red lips with an eerie crimson hue. Their eyes, like autumn water, slowly widened, and in their unfocused gaze, a hint of relief and resignation appeared.

Yin Zhu and the white-haired old man, who had already entered the passage, kept walking and soon walked out of the cave.

With a heavy flick of his sleeve, Yin Li slammed the stone door of the cave shut.

He looked at the two maids whose eyes had frozen and said coldly, "My uncle's life or death is unknown. What right do you lowly slaves have to live?"

……

There is a forbidden area in the Silver Moon Mountains, namely the Ancestral Peak located in the center of the mountain range.

The ancestral peak is three thousand feet high, connecting the sky and the earth. From the middle of the mountain upwards, it is completely hidden in thick clouds and mist, and its true face cannot be seen.

This is the place with the richest spiritual energy in the Silver Moon Mountains, and it is also the place where the "Howling Moon Wolf King" Yin Qianjie secluded himself for cultivation. It is the sacred place of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan.

The three sides of Zufeng are quite gentle, but the western side is extremely steep, as if a giant axe capable of splitting mountains and carving seas once fell from here, cutting off one side of the mountainside and leaving only a straight and steep cliff, more than two thousand feet high.

On the smooth cliff, there is almost no flat area.

Only one type of pine tree, with its slender and stiff trunk, tenaciously takes root in the cracks of the rocks, and is scattered in a haphazard manner on this gray-white cliff, adding a touch of refreshing greenery.

The cliff stretched upwards, and suddenly became flat about 300 feet from the top of Zufeng Peak.

A gentle slope, several acres in size, overlooks a sheer cliff thousands of feet high. The biting cold wind howls in, but is blocked by an invisible barrier.

The edge of the gentle slope is covered with a thick layer of solid ice, but inside this invisible barrier, there is lush green grass, flowing water, blooming flowers, and a vibrant spring atmosphere.

In the middle of the meadow, an irregularly shaped boulder, about ten feet in size and a foot in height, lay on the ground, shimmering with a faint golden light under the sunlight.

But upon closer inspection, the golden light shimmering on the surface of the boulder constantly changes in rhythmic light and shadow, as if a living thing is breathing, giving off an eerie feeling.

On the boulder, a man sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, meditating and cultivating.

The man looked to be only about twenty years old, with silver eyebrows and hair. His eyebrows were very thick, giving him a heroic air. His silver hair was draped over his shoulders, like moonlight falling.

He was wearing a long black robe with wide sleeves that fell from his knees, and the front was casually open, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest.

He exuded an extremely powerful aura of pressure, surpassing all the high-ranking demon generals in this realm, which rose and fell slowly, like the ebb and flow of the ocean tide.

With each fluctuation of the Qi, the clouds and mist surrounding Zufeng are like an invisible giant hand gently manipulating them, gathering and dissipating in a continuous cycle. However, this change is extremely slow, occurring only once a day.

If a Howling Moon Silver Wolf were to gaze devoutly at Ancestral Peak, it would be difficult to detect this change.

Just as the clouds around Zufeng were slowly gathering, two beams of light pierced through the clouds from below, arrived at the edge of the gentle slope, and slowly stopped.

The light faded, revealing two figures, one of whom was the purple-robed elder who had just left the Silver Power Cave.

The other person was a burly, white-haired man, about nine feet tall, who appeared even more imposing standing next to the old man.

After the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan transforms into human form, they are not as robust as the dragon and Kun fish clans; they are usually no different in size from humans.

Such a robust man with white hair is extremely rare.

The fact that this person could walk alongside the purple-robed elder was naturally extraordinary; he was none other than Yin Lie, the third elder of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan.

The two stopped outside the invisible barrier, looking at the silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on the boulder. Although their expressions were slightly solemn, they did not say anything to disturb him, but simply waited there silently.

A chilling wind, strong enough to freeze everything, swept past the two of them, yet left no trace.

Even the millennia-old ice is nothing compared to the powerful physique of a high-ranking demon general.

A quarter of an hour later, the slowly gathering clouds suddenly stopped, and the silver-haired man slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes, gazing at the two of them from afar.

At the same time, the rhythmic changes in light and shadow on the surface of the boulder also quietly stopped.

The silver-haired man frowned slightly, making no move. The invisible barrier covering the gentle slope suddenly disappeared, and the cold wind that had been blocked outside eagerly tried to rush in, but suddenly froze in mid-air.

Only a slight chill wafted out, and a few blades of grass growing at the very edge of the gentle slope were covered with a layer of frost, silently turning into ice sculptures and shattering.

Upon seeing this, the old man in purple and the white-haired giant quickly flew into the gentle slope. Behind them, an invisible barrier quietly reappeared, and the menacing cold wind missed yet another opportunity.

The two stopped ten feet away from the silver-haired man, bowed deeply, and said in unison, "Yinbai (Yinlie) greets the clan leader."

The silver-haired man was none other than Yin Qianjie, the patriarch of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan, a figure who had been renowned throughout the Myriad Demon Continent for thousands of years as the "Howling Moon Wolf King."

He asked calmly, "What business do you two have?"

The purple-robed elder immediately led Yin Lu and Meng Tiankuo to Iron Feather Peak to meet with Shen Jibai. He carefully recounted the matter of Yin Lu's life-force lamp going out, and finally respectfully said, "Please instruct the clan leader on how this matter should be handled."

Yin Qianjie pondered for a moment and asked, "Where are the First Elder and the Fourth Elder now?"

The old man in purple said, "Both elders are in the clan."

Yin Qianjie said calmly, "This matter concerns a high-level demon general and a great cultivator. A low-level demon general would be of no use."

"Then you two, together with the Fourth Elder, will lead six mid-level demon generals to investigate. We must find them alive or dead."

The two immediately agreed: "We will obey the clan chief's orders."

The two then clasped their hands in a bow, turned around, and flew off the gentle slope.

This time, however, the invisible barrier did not disappear.

Yin Qianjie watched as the two figures disappeared into the vast clouds and mist, then slowly closed his eyes, his body radiating a powerful aura that rose and fell.

The faint golden light reflected from the surface of the boulder beneath him began to change rhythmically with variations in brightness and darkness.

(End of this chapter)