Junior sister took first place again

Above the ruins of the Star Sect, the filth brought by the magic rain has not yet completely dissipated, mixed with the smell of scorched earth and blood, weighing heavily on the hearts of every survivor.

Ten days have passed since the bloody betrayal initiated by the chief disciple Ouyang Zhan.

The hideous crack in the mountain protection formation was like the open mouth of a giant beast, silently telling of the heavy damage suffered by the sect.

The observatory, which has not yet been fully restored, has become a symbol of the spirit of the Star Sect at this moment.

The Immortal Venerable Nanming sat cross-legged on it. Although his breath was weak, he was not exhausted.

The most shocking thing was the golden chain on his left arm, which was as solid as a substance and engraved with mysterious star patterns - the Destiny Chain.

This is the concrete shackles that come from excessively prying into the secrets of heaven and causing the backlash of the laws of heaven.

His double pupils, which contained endless galaxies, were now bloodshot with fatigue, and deep within his pupils it seemed as if broken stars were slowly sinking.

It was the heavy restraint of the Destiny Lock and the extreme weakness brought about by the deduction of the double pupils that allowed Ouyang Zhan's deadly sneak attack, which was condensed with a lifetime of resentment and the strange poison of the Demon Realm, to succeed.

Not only did he severely injure his master, but a sinister demonic energy also occupied the heart meridians of the Nanming Immortal Master, constantly eroding him.

Immortal Yunhua walked up to the observatory with heavy steps, his handsome face shrouded in an inextricable haze and deep sorrow.

He looked at Nanming Immortal Venerable, then his gaze fell on the fragment of Zhou Tianyan's star disk that was floating in front of him and covered with spider-web-like cracks. His voice was low:

"Brother, the core star-fixing disk of the mountain protection formation was completely destroyed by that evil creature Ouyang Zhan, and its foundation is ruined. The sect's hidden resources were looted, and only one in ten remains."

His voice trembled with suppressed emotion. "Xie Qingwen, the head of Yaoguang Hall, and Zhao Kun, the head of Kaiyang Hall... both perished on the spot when that evil creature defected... Qingwen..."

When mentioning the death of his eldest disciple Xie Qingwen, Yunhua Immortal Venerable clenched his fingers into fists under his wide sleeves, and his knuckles turned white.

Nanming Immortal Venerable slowly opened his double pupils, his eyes showing fatigue, but his voice was clear and steady, though with the weakness of a serious injury:

"Though the stars' orbits may be in disarray, the star of destiny remains unextinguished. A spark will eventually set the prairie ablaze. Ouyang Zhan has cut himself off from the world, and his inner demons regard him as nothing more than straw dogs. His fate has long been determined."

He raised his head, and his double pupils penetrated the thick fog and dirty rain in the Demon Realm, locking onto the direction of Youzhou from afar. A heart-pounding, rapidly expanding ominous shadow was clearly reflected in it.

"The true calamity lies with 'her' self. The 'evil seed' planted by the inner demon has taken root deep within her destiny and fate, its roots entwined with her foundation. Once it erupts completely, the world will be overturned."

Immortal Yunhua's heart was shaken violently, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer.

He suddenly remembered something, and the color drained away from his face in an instant, leaving only endless guilt and regret.

He took a step forward and bowed deeply to the Immortal Venerable Nanming, his voice extremely heavy:

"Brother... I feel guilty about this!"

Immortal Yunhua raised his head, his eyes filled with pain and self-blame. "Several years ago in the Cangwu Secret Realm, I pursued a traitor deep into the secret realm and met her. Later, we fought the inner demon together in the realm, and our paths crossed."

"Reviewing the incident afterwards, I found that the girl was very perceptive. She was afraid that she might be plotting against her inner demons, so she asked me to examine her body privately."

"I carefully explored several times, sweeping my spiritual sense through his meridians, dantian, and sea of ​​consciousness, even attracting a trace of the power of the stars... but... I found nothing!"

"I just thought it was just the shadows left by the dangers she'd experienced and the demonic intrusions within her. Plus, her cultivation was still relatively inexperienced at the time, so even though I knew her well, I dismissed her as the overthinking of a young person... I never imagined... I never imagined she had such a sinister and treacherous demonic seed hidden deep within!"

"Junior brother is incompetent and failed to foresee the opportunity! If only he had noticed it then..."

The unspoken words were filled with regret, and because of his friendship with Ning Jiasheng, the self-blame was even more profound.

Nanming Immortal Venerable looked at his junior brother who was deeply blaming himself, and a hint of understanding and relief flashed in his pupils, without any blame.

He said slowly, "Junior Brother, there's no need to blame yourself. That demon seed is detectable even with extraordinary power. It's neither poison nor curse, but a trace of His origin, dormant in the deepest depths of His fate, symbiotically coexisting with His host's own power and luck. Ordinary investigation, even with the origin of the stars, would be difficult to separate it from the vastness of His fate."

He paused for a moment, a glint of insight flashing in his pupils. "The key lies in activation. This 'seed' requires specific 'soil' to awaken and germinate. If Ning Jiasheng had not ascended to the throne of the Demon King, had not carried the vast demon race's destiny and the supreme yang power of the Nine Lights True Fire, then that 'demon seed' would have been buried like a dead object, never to awaken."

"The position of Demon King is the key to unlocking this calamity. It's not your fault; it's simply that His plan is too far-reaching and sinister."

Immortal Yunhua was shocked and looked up suddenly.

The explanation given by his senior brother instantly resolved the doubts and heavy sense of guilt in his heart, but it also brought a deeper chill.

The inner demon's layout is so profound and mysterious that it binds the activation conditions of the demon species to Ning Jiasheng's ascension to the throne of the Demon King.

If the demon seed cannot be activated, the situation will only get worse. This is a long-planned killing spree!

"So that's how it is..." Immortal Yunhua murmured, his eyes showing both relief and a murderous intent towards the inner demon's vicious plot.

Nanming Immortal Venerable looked at his junior brother, and the resolute starlight in his pupils flashed again: "The sect is in your hands. Unite the people, stabilize the barrier, and restore combat power, no matter the cost."

Although his tone was weak, it left no room for doubt. He took a breath, gathered his spirit, and his gaze became extremely profound. "I need to retreat and use the power of this fragment to deduce the gap in the movement of the demon seed and the method to cut it off. At the same time,"

His eyes were fixed on Immortal Yunhua, "If Wen Xingzhou shows up, we must ensure that they can meet again alive."

"Wen Xingzhou..."

Immortal Yunhua nodded solemnly, and the fire of hope rekindled in his eyes, and he was extremely determined.

"Junior brother, I understand! I will give it my all!"

At this moment, a disciple hurried to the observatory, his voice filled with grief: "Reporting to Grandmaster Yunhua, Grandmaster Jiuyuan... he... he has been kneeling before our master's spirit for seven days, without eating or drinking, and he won't listen to anyone's advice..."

The pain in Immortal Venerable Yunhua's eyes deepened, and he said to Immortal Venerable Nanming, "Brother, I'll go see the child."

Nanming Immortal Venerable nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and the broken star disk fragments began to slowly rotate around him.

Immortal Yunhua flashed and arrived at the temporary mourning hall set up in Yaoguang Hall.

I saw my beloved disciple Yan Jiuyuan kneeling in front of Xie Qingwen's spirit tablet like a stone sculpture, his back stiff.

His eyes were bloodshot, his sunken eye sockets were dark blue, and his handsome face was filled with numb sadness and deep hatred, and his breath was terrifyingly silent.

For seven days and seven nights, he remained silent, neither drinking nor eating, as if he wanted to solidify all his sorrow and anger in this silent kneeling.

Immortal Yunhua walked up to him and did not speak immediately, but just stood there quietly for a moment.

The scent of sandalwood incense curled up in the mourning hall, but it could not dispel the deep sorrow.

Finally, Yun Hua Xianzun's deep and powerful voice rang out, breaking the dead silence:

"Jiuyuan, Qingwen is gone. His revenge is etched in our hearts and bones. But revenge cannot be avenged by kneeling. The Xingchen Sect is still here, and Ouyang Zhan is still free in the Demon Realm."

"Do you want Qingwen's spirit in heaven to see you exhaust yourself here, or do you want to see his junior brother, whom he placed great hopes on, straighten his spine, inherit his will, and protect everything he fought so hard to protect?!"

Yan Jiuyuan's whole body shook violently, as if struck by thunder.

Tears finally burst out from the numb eyes, mixed with blood.

He slowly raised his head and looked at his master, his hoarse throat squeezing out a broken voice: "Master... I... I..."

Immortal Yunhua leaned over and grasped Yan Jiuyuan's cold, stiff arm. His gaze, sharp as a sword, pierced into the depths of his soul. "Look at me! Grief and anger are the fire that forged the blade, not a reason for it to be covered in dust and broken."

"The revenge of Qingwen, the hatred of Zhao Kun, and the sorrow of countless fellow disciples of my Xingchen Sect, only by using the swords in our hands to slay all the evil demons and protect the remaining lives and light in this world can we comfort the heroic spirits."

"Put away your useless tears and straighten your spine. The stars may dim, but they will never go out! The sect needs you, and the future needs you. Qingwen is also watching you."

Yan Jiuyuan looked at his master, who showed infinite tenacity and expectations in his grief, and looked at Xie Qingwen's name on the spirit tablet. A boiling hot current gushed out from the bottom of his heart, instantly breaking through the cold numbness and despair.

The devastating grief and anger in the crimson eyes did not disappear, but settled down, transforming into a responsibility as heavy as a mountain, and a resolute will to perish together with the enemy and never regret.

With the help of his master, he suddenly stood up. Although his body was shaking, his spine was straight. He faced his master and Xie Qingwen's spirit tablet, his voice hoarse but with unprecedented power:

"Disciple... I understand! I will not be a human being if I don't kill Ouyang Zhan in this lifetime! I will use my blood and soul to protect the immortality of the Xingchen Sect's legacy!"

A trace of relief flashed in Yunhua's eyes, and he patted Yan Jiuyuan's shoulder vigorously: "Great! This is my Xingchen Sect's disciple. Follow me, the sect needs to be rebuilt, and it is time to use people."

He said no more, and with the flames of revenge and determination to protect burning in his eyes, Yan Jiuyuan turned around and resolutely threw himself into the arduous task of rebuilding the ruins, clearing out the remaining monsters, and rallying the scattered people's hearts.

On the ruins of the Xingchen Sect, the remaining sparks are being tempered by blood and tears, in the flames of grief, anger and responsibility, and are stubbornly and arduously gathering their glimmers of light again.

Deep within the tightly closed pupils of the Immortal Venerable Nanming, the broken star tracks ruthlessly outlined the bleak trajectory of his own ultimate fall... And at the end of that trajectory, in the endless and deep darkness, there was only a faint but persistent flickering light - that was an arrow that was entrusted with the hope of dawn.