If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

The morning light pierced through the clouds and shone on the bluestone slabs of the outer gate of the Hehuan Sect.

Mo Chengyue dragged his aching feet along the mountain path toward the Sutra Repository.

Now all he wants is to go back to his familiar job and catch up on some sleep.

Along the way, you can see many disciples dressed in mourning clothes.

Occasionally, suppressed sobs could be heard coming from the herb gardens on both sides.

The entire Hehuan Sect was shrouded in a gloomy and desolate atmosphere.

The ruins of this ancient war between immortals and demons caused the sect to lose nearly 90% of its elite combat power.

The disciples walking along the road all had solemn expressions and hurried steps.

The relaxed atmosphere of comparing and joking with each other that used to be is gone.

Mo Chengyue wrapped his old gray Taoist robe even tighter.

He kept his head down, trying his best to blend into his surroundings.

As one of the hundred or so survivors.

He knew very well that the worst thing to do at this time was to show off.

They have to continue playing the role of a marginal figure with extremely low visibility in order to live a peaceful life.

Turn the last stone step.

The towering nine-story library came into view.

Even if the world outside is in turmoil.

This ancient building still exudes a quiet and rustic atmosphere.

The rules set by Elder Chen weighed heavily on those impatient disciples like a mountain.

No one dared to make a loud noise or start a dispute here.

Mo Chengyue stepped through the door on the first floor.

The familiar scent of ink and paper wafts towards you.

This offered some solace to his weary heart.

He went up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

I went to my own private workstation by the window.

"Senior Brother Mo, you're finally back."

A round-faced girl with a ponytail peeked out from behind a pile of handwritten books.

It was none other than Lin Wanqing, the junior sister who was known as the humanoid database in the Sutra Repository.

Her round eyes shone with undisguised surprise.

He then immediately ran out from behind the counter.

She was also holding a bag of sweet-smelling dried spirit fruit.

"I knew my senior brother would be blessed with good fortune."

"The rumors outside all say that there is no chance of survival in the ruins."

"I've been so worried these past few days that I haven't been able to sleep well."

Lin Wanqing stuffed the candied fruit into Mo Chengyue's hand.

He lowered his voice to express his concern.

Mo Chengyue looked at the innocent and enthusiastic junior sister in front of him.

I think this is one of the few normal people in the cultivation world.

There wasn't so much deceit and scheming.

All you need is a bag of delicious dried fruit to build a closer relationship.

"Thank you for your concern, junior sister."

"I was just lucky to find a deserted cave to hide in for seven years."

"We didn't even see what the central area of ​​the ruins looks like."

Mo Chengyue skillfully employed his usual set of cunning arguments.

He casually took out a few leaves of Xuewu tea, a specialty of Qingquan Peak, from his storage bag.

Put it into that old teacup that I've used for many years.

A wisp of true essence overflowed from his fingertips and transformed into hot water for brewing.

The aroma of tea instantly filled the space between the two of them.

Lin Wanqing pulled over a round stool and sat opposite Mo Chengyue.

He rested his chin on his hands and looked around.

Only after confirming that the other disciples reading nearby were all quite far away did he move closer.

"Senior brother, you don't know."

"The sect has been in complete chaos these past two days."

"The sect leader and the peak masters were arguing fiercely in the council hall."

"I heard that this time, not only did our Hehuan Sect suffer heavy losses."

"The entire Six Sects of the Demonic Path have suffered heavy losses."

Lin Wanqing's tone carried a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.

She lowered her voice and shared the firsthand information she had just gathered.

Mo Chengyue picked up his teacup and blew away the foam.

I took a sip of the tea, which was bittersweet.

He had already guessed the general idea of ​​this news while on the airship.

The exchange of divine senses between those powerful figures in the demonic path was incredibly intense.

Everyone is hoping to use others as stepping stones.

As a result, they were all taught a lesson by the residual will of the ancient immortals and demons.

"Just how much damage did the major sects suffer?"

Mo Chengyue casually struck up a conversation.

It also serves as an opportunity to improve their intelligence network.

To get good information, you need to be well-informed.

Lin Wanqing peeled a piece of candied fruit and put it in her mouth.

He mumbled incoherently.

"Even the so-called Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who was said to be a once-in-a-century talent, did not survive."

"I heard there wasn't even a bone left."

"The Grand Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect was so angry that he spat out three mouthfuls of blood essence in front of their mountain gate."

"We're currently searching the world for people to find out the truth."

Upon hearing this news, Mo Chengyue raised an eyebrow.

He had heard of the power of the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

That's a genuine peak late-stage Core Formation level.

A top-tier prodigy with one foot in the Nascent Soul stage.

Even such a figure perished there, demonstrating just how indiscriminate the killings were at the time.

This made him even more convinced of how wise it was to take the lead in being a coward.

"The world of cultivation is about to change."

Mo Chengyue sighed softly.

He was toying with a teacup in his hand.

In his mind, he had already begun to deduce the power shifts among the various sects of the demonic path.

The gap in high-end combat power will inevitably trigger a crazy reshuffling of the lower ranks.

You need to hide your tail better.

Seeing his pensive look, Lin Wanqing quickly moved even closer.

It brought with it a sweet fragrance unique to young girls.

"That's not the worst part."

"A major incident has also occurred in our sect."

"The arrogant and domineering Night Saint Son Ye Wushang of Tianqing Peak."

"When the body dies, the Tao vanishes."

She emphasized this bombshell news when she spoke.

His eyes gleamed with gossip.

Mo Chengyue paused for a moment, holding the teacup.

The tea rippled in the cup.

Ye Wushang is dead.

This news was quite unexpected for him.

That pay-to-win god of war suffers from severe anxiety about combat power.

But he has countless life-saving treasures at his disposal.

Even if you can't beat others in the ruins, you should be able to save your life.

This is really going to cause an earthquake in the Hehuan Sect.

The position of the Holy Son is vacant.

Those arrogant guys from Tianqing Peak will definitely bite people everywhere like mad dogs.

Other peaks will also fight tooth and nail for this position.

Resource redistribution coupled with power transfer.

Each of these events will be accompanied by bloodshed and violence.

It's likely that even the pristine land of Qingquan Peak, which I've painstakingly cultivated, will find it difficult to remain untouched by the world.

"Even his protectors couldn't save him?"

Mo Chengyue put down his teacup and asked in a low voice.

This matter involves far too many people.

He needs to understand it in more detail.

Lin Wanqing shook her head.

His expression became somewhat mysterious.

"The news from the Soul Lamp Hall is that Night Saint's natal soul lamp went out completely three days before the ruins closed."

"Moreover, it is said that his soul was forcibly crushed."

"They didn't even leave us a chance to be reincarnated and start over."

She shuddered as she said this.

Such ruthless methods are rare even within the sect.

Mo Chengyue tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He quickly ran through his mind the possible candidates who might be capable of killing Ye Wushang.

Those seemingly righteous sword cultivators will definitely be investigated one by one.

However, it cannot be ruled out that it was a sinister force from within the demonic path.

After all, Ye Wushang's usual behavior has offended quite a few people.

"Let's just treat this as a bit of fun."

"Don't gossip outside, or you'll get yourself into trouble."

Mo Chengyue offered a timely reminder.

He adopted his usual self-preservationist attitude.