Chapter 1759

"Uncle Pu!" Luo Xie was startled, then overjoyed, "You came just in time, there is something on Companion Hill..." Pulu's status in the Illusion Sect was much higher than his, and appearing here suddenly must be to rescue Yu Village.

"I know." Pulu waved his hand to interrupt him, "The profound crystals cannot fall into the enemy's hands. Elder Liu sent me to meet Old Luo. You go do your work, leave Old Luo to me."

"Good." Luo Xie agreed, looked at his grandfather, but his footsteps didn't move.

The Immortal Sect had sent someone to meet him, so his grandfather should be very safe.

"Why are you standing there?" Pulu raised a hand and summoned the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, "I'll take your grandfather from here, you hurry and go!"

The Haoyuan Golden Mirror was one of the treasures of the Illusion Sect, and Luo Xie was even more at ease when he saw it.

"Yes. Grandfather, I'm leaving first, see you at the Wind God Temple!" Old Luo turned a deaf ear, and Luo Xie couldn't delay, turning his footsteps and running out of the forest quickly.

In a flash, his back disappeared.

Only then did Pulu point to the mirror and say to Old Luo: "Old Luo, what are you waiting for? Go in."

Old Luo leaned over slowly, as if to lift his leg and walk in, when suddenly his body half-turned, and a cold light exploded from his hand, aiming straight at Pulu's face!

The distance between the two was no more than five feet, and his strike was fast and ruthless, cutting into Pulu in the blink of an eye.

With a "crack," Pulu's face was broken into upper and lower halves from the cheekbone!

But there was no blood.

The living person didn't know when he had turned into a paper person. The cold light Old Luo struck only shattered the paper, which was thin and brittle, turning into fragments in the air.

Old Luo also knew something was wrong, and the cold light flew back spinning, intending to take him along.

He didn't even want to escape, just wanted to break through the air and leave.

However, a pair of steel shackles emerged from the ground for no reason, "clapping" and locking his feet.

Old Luo couldn't fly up, and almost fell flat on his face.

Pulu took the opportunity to knock away the spinning magic tool, and the thing fell into the grass on the side, revealing its true form:

It turned out to be a rope dart.

He took out a golden bell and inverted it on the ground, trapping the rope dart directly inside.

Immediately after, the sound of clanging came from inside the bell, as the rope dart sought its master, crashing around like a headless fly.

"Take him down!"

The task He He Lingchuan had given him just now was to test Old Luo.

Why didn't Old Luo enter the Haoyuan Golden Mirror? Because the mirror didn't allow outsiders to pass!

Only those recognized by the Illusion Sect could pass through the mirror.

Human eyes might make mistakes, but the Haoyuan Golden Mirror would not be easily deceived.

Seeing this, Dong Rui on the hillside asked He He Lingchuan: "How did you know the old man surnamed Luo had a problem?"

"Luo Xie asked about his younger brother twice, and Old Luo didn't answer directly." Not that he didn't want to answer, but he couldn't answer, right? "Also, Luo Xie kept frowning, probably sensing that his grandfather was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it. The intuition between close relatives cannot be faked. Since it concerns profound crystals, it's better to test it."

A subordinate rushed over to report, interrupting Bai Bai Ziqi's train of thought and pulling him back to the reality of war: "Commander, our profound crystal reserves can only last for another two hours."

Bai Bai Ziqi's expedition to the Inverted Sea had Miaozhantian mobilize all his forces in Shanjin to collect a large amount of profound crystals. Although the great abundance of Emperor Flowing Liquid in the Great Thousandfold World had just passed, the spiritual liquid didn't settle underground and form profound crystals so quickly.

This was the most important strategic material, which could not only maintain the stability of the lighthouse but was also a fast-consuming item in battles of this magnitude.

Although they brought many profound crystals, they couldn't withstand such consumption.

"If we want to build two more lighthouses, I'm afraid..."

Bai Bai Ziqi was about to speak when some scolding came from below.

He looked down and pointed casually: "Then add some more firewood to the lighthouse."

The thirty-odd Illusion Sect captives tied up in the small woods below soon saw the corpses of their fellow disciples who had died on the battlefield being dragged back by the enemy! Some were incomplete, some died with their eyes wide open. These Illusion Sect disciples began to tremble, because among the corpses being moved were their acquaintances, whom they had greeted and spoken to in the morning, and some had even eaten together, but now they were lying on the ground like mud, being dragged around by others, no different from dead dogs.

Then, they saw these fellow disciples' corpses being moved to the bottom of the lighthouse, where the enemy opened a small door and threw the corpses in one by one.

With a "whoosh," the flames on the tower shot up a notch.

Anyone could see that these corpses were thrown into the lighthouse and used as fuel.

"Are you still human?" The Illusion Sect disciples felt cold and cursed one after another.

"Why harm your own kind, why be a dog for the Heavenly Palace!"

"You dare to act perversely, dare to run wild on the Immortal Venerable's territory; His old self will definitely not let you off!"

Bai Seventeen happened to walk down and sneered upon hearing this: "Harm our own kind? Hehe, what kind of character the Immortal Venerable you serve has, you are still being kept in the dark until now."

He pointed to the battlefield below the lighthouse: "Have you ever seen so many Yakshas before, have you ever seen such powerful Yakshas?"

The Illusion Sect disciples glared at him.

No, of course not. Most of them had contributed in the past Yaksha attacks on the city, killed Yakshas, and received honors from the sect and praise from the people, but the Yakshas of previous years only appeared from the lake sporadically.

The one time that caused major losses to Silver Pearl Island was known as a once-in-a-few-hundred-years event, but that was just nearly a thousand Yakshas gathering to kill people; how could it be like this, dark and infinite? Not to mention the big guys like the Giant Yakshas in the Yaksha tide, which couldn't be handled by one or two teams of Illusion Sect disciples, but they had never seen them before.

Such things lived at the bottom of the lake? Why didn't they come out before? Although they felt strange, they had no time to think too much today.

Bai Seventeen said again: "Haven't you considered why the Yakshas at the bottom of the lake came ashore as soon as we arrived, and why they don't attack you anymore?"

The Illusion Sect disciples remained silent.

"If your Immortal Venerable were truly omnipotent, how could He tolerate these water monsters and wild ghosts squatting under His butt for years without clearing them out?"

That was because...

The reason was clearly sufficient, but no one argued.

Bai Seventeen shook his head at them: "You are all people of Silver Pearl Island, right? Our Commander said that these Yakshas were all manufactured by your Immortal Venerable, and thus can be controlled at will, with their strength being malleable..."

Before he finished speaking, two Illusion Sect disciples were already roaring hoarsely: "You are talking nonsense, you are spreading demonic..."

Before this sound finished, a cold light flashed behind them, and two heads fell to the ground.

"Stupid and unaware." Bai Seventeen snorted, then said to the remaining living people, "Think carefully, every time the Yakshas launched a large-scale attack and bloodied Silver Pearl Island, wasn't it when the population on the island was at its highest? When the population was sparse and needed rest and recuperation, the Yakshas came less or not at all?"

The Illusion Sect disciples looked at each other. They didn't believe Bai Seventeen in their hearts, but what he said wasn't wrong; every time the Yakshas attacked the city on a large scale, they would kill many people, but in the following decades, they only appeared sporadically to make trouble.

The elders in the sect had explained that this was because the main force of the Yakshas had been wiped out by the sect, leaving only the stragglers to appear occasionally to make trouble. Only after the number of Yakshas grew again would they attack the city again, starting the next cycle.

They had originally believed it deeply, until they saw the scale of the Yaksha tide with their own eyes today—

This number was dozens of times more than in previous years, and it was far from having an end! It could be seen that the Yakshas at the bottom of the lake were never lacking, and there were as many as one wanted!

Then the Illusion Sect elders' rhetoric couldn't hold water.

"Want to know why the Immortal Venerable did this?" Bai Seventeen saw the hesitation in their eyes and pressed on, "That's because there are too many living people on your Silver Pearl Island!"

An Illusion Sect disciple subconsciously cursed: "What kind of..."

With a "swish," the blade light cut off the rest of his words.

Another head rolled down.

"Don't waste it." Bai Seventeen pointed to the lighthouse, "Burn it."

Thus, the three newly added corpses were fed to the lighthouse.

Only then did Bai Seventeen continue: "The Inverted Sea is only this big, and there is only so much spiritual energy, which cannot support too many living people. But there are no wars or hatreds in the Inverted Sea, and humans happen to be so capable of reproduction. If not controlled, in forty or fifty years, all the dozen islands in the entire Inverted Sea will be crowded with people!"

The spiritual energy in the Inverted Sea was so abundant, and the resources were so rich, that mortals would be physically strong and less prone to illness, with a lifespan of at least one hundred and fifty or sixty years. With few deaths and many births, the population would naturally explode.

Moreover, the existence of mortals itself would consume a bit of spiritual energy. How could the spiritual energy that Thousand Illusions True Person snatched from the Shanjin Plain using the Inverted Heaven and Earth Array be given to the mortals of Silver Pearl Island for nothing?

The normal operation of the Immortal Sect could not be separated from the labor of mortals. However, the number of mortals must be strictly controlled! "The Illusion Sect needs the service of mortals, but they have to be hypocritical and cannot raise the butcher's knife themselves. Therefore, there are Yakshas." Bai Seventeen smiled, "The Inverted Sea is a feeding ground for Thousand Illusions True Person and the Illusion Sect. They treat you like livestock, killing you when they want, and keeping you when they want; these Yakshas are the executioners created by your Thousand Illusions Immortal Venerable, specifically to slaughter your family, neighbors, friends, and children. Yet today you still want to fight for Him and die for Him. How ridiculous, how lamentable!"

The sounds of shouting and killing outside were deafening, but under the lighthouse, it was silent as a cicada in winter.

The Illusion Sect disciples looked a bit dull; what Bai Seventeen said almost completely shattered their past cognition! They didn't dare to believe it from the bottom of their hearts, and didn't want to believe it.

"Why did the Illusion Sect drive you to this battlefield? Why do the high-and-mighty elders watch you fight to the death, but they themselves don't make a move, and the Immortal Venerable doesn't show His face at all?" Bai Seventeen pointed to the lakeside, "After today's great battle, Thousand Illusions will leave the Inverted Sea and return to the Spiritual Mountain, never to return! Every time these ancient True Immortals go into seclusion, they have to change to a new place. The Inverted Sea is just where He has been in seclusion for the past one hundred and fifty years. After He comes out of seclusion, He will discard you like worn-out shoes, so He might as well send you to the battlefield to squeeze out your last bit of value!"