Chapter 1027

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Kong Ling flapped its wings and pierced through the thick cloud layers.

Five-Colored Rosy Light dragged a brilliant trail beneath the gloomy Sky, setting off from Qingmu Sect and racing toward the direction of the Dongting Immortal Sect Old Site.

The closer they got to the Old Site, the more desolate the scenery below appeared.

The Spirit Fields that were once fertile for a thousand li have long since fallen into ruin.

Between the paths, weeds half a person's height grew thickly.

Several abandoned Wooden Houses were crawling with purple vines.

Especially in the air, a rather distinct rotten fishy smell permeated.

However, compared to when the Tu Soil God was rampaging, the current situation was much better.

Li Chuan stood on Kong Ling's back, his gaze sweeping over the scene below, then he spoke: "Before, the Earth Qi here was so dense that even Nascent Soul Cultivators dared not approach easily.

Poison Mist obscured the sun, making it hard for birds to cross.

Looking now, the Earth Qi has receded by more than half, and the Poison Mist has also thinned considerably."

"Without the Tu Soil God's corruption, the Spiritual Veins here are slowly recovering."

Xu Zhangqing stood with hands behind his back at the very front, saying calmly: "In a few more decades, this land will be able to plant Spirit Rice again."

Qin Baili heard this, and a complex color flashed in his eyes.

The former Dongting Immortal Sect had Immortal Peaks embracing it, Spiritual Energy like clouds and mist.

Disciples of the Seven Great Immortal Peaks shuttled back and forth above the Spirit Fields.

But now looking out, it was a scene of devastation, leaving only dead silent wasteland soaked through with Earth Qi.

Kong Ling slowed its speed, wings folding, hovering steadily in mid-air.

Xuan Yan raised his right hand, pointing at a spot ahead, and said in a deep voice: "According to the Yinming Fu's sensing, Xuanming Peak should be at that position."

Hearing this, the other three looked over.

The area ahead was permeated with dense Grey Mist.

Within the mist, jagged chaotic rocks and withered shrubs could be faintly seen.

A few crooked old trees squeezed out difficultly from rock crevices, their trunks bare and bald, not a single Leaf on them.

The air was stagnant and stifling, not even a breath of wind could be heard.

Looking out, it was just an ordinary beyond ordinary barren mountain ridge, let alone an Xianfeng, not a single decent building could be seen.

Li Chuan frowned, then placed his hand on the Corpse King Sword, killing intent overflowing from his body, pushing back the approaching Grey Mist somewhat: "My Lord, I will use the Corpse King Sword to draw upon the killing intent of this place, perhaps forcing the hidden Xuanming Peak to come out."

On this side, Qin Baili's Divine Sense swept over, a moment later his tone carried a hint of disbelief: "My Divine Sense pierced through the mist, pierced through the chaotic rocks, even pierced through the underground soil layers, yet I simply cannot find that Xianfeng; it is as if it does not exist."

"That is exactly right."

A look of realization appeared on Xuan Yan's face: "Xuanming Peak excels at two things most: one is Netherworld Technique, the other is Hidden Spiritual Array.

When Lu Chen Yuan presided over Xuanming Peak, he once spent several hundred years' time carving a complete Nine Nether Hidden Spirit Grand Array onto the peak body.

Once this Grand Array fully operates, it can fold up the entire Xianfeng's aura, traces, even spatial position; no matter how strong an outsider's Divine Sense, it cannot probe inside.

Unless……"

He looked at Xu Zhangqing, continuing: "Unless using even stronger power to directly interfere with the foundation of the Grand Array's operation."

Xu Zhangqing nodded slightly, then with a thought, yellow-brown Spiritual Light surged violently around him.

The next second, the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Cauldron emerged from above his head, the ancient patterns on the cauldron body flowing like living things, vast Earth Laws and the Tu Soil God's source power booming and spreading.

Instantly, space trembled.

The Earth Qi and Poison Mist within a hundred li radius, like a calm water surface suddenly thrown a Giant Stone, layers of Ripples spread out in all directions.

Those originally orderly flowing Earth Qi and Poison Mist were forcibly twisted, torn, scattered, and along with them the Hidden Spiritual Array's operation was also thrown into chaotic rhythm.

Hum—

With a low humming sound, the air seemed squeezed by something, emitting a series of fine cracking sounds.

Immediately after, the Grey Poison Mist began to surge violently, as if torn open from the middle by an invisible hand; in an instant, a huge crack opened in the mist.

Behind the crack, a towering mountain peak, entirely pitch-black, revealed itself.

And this was precisely Xuanming Peak.

It was not verdant and dripping like Qingmu Peak, nor did it show its sharp edge like Tiexue Peak.

The entire mountain peak from Mountain Foot to summit was entirely pitch-black, as if soaked in ink for ten million years.

The mountain body was steep as if cut, the rock walls carved full of dense Spirit Patterns; the Spirit Patterns were Dark Green, flashing with faint Wei Guang in the darkness, like countless half-open half-closed eyes.

Above the mountainside, vegetation was almost non-existent.

Occasionally a few pitch-black dead trees could be seen, their Tree Trunks entwined with Gray White vines, on the vines hung tiny, constantly wriggling things.

At the Mountain Foot, a narrow stone staircase wound upward.

Two rows of Stone Pillars stood on both sides of the stone steps, the pillar bodies covered in mottled Spiritual Marks; due to years of immersion in Netherworld Qi, the surface was coated with a layer of slippery green moss.

A few unknown black beetles crawled back and forth on the Stone Pillars, making fine rustling sounds.

From the mountainside upward, the Contours of a few grand halls could be faintly seen.

Those halls' architecture was in the same lineage as Qingmu Peak, yet entirely pitch-black; squatting on the hall ridges were not ordinary chiwen, but bone birds with wings spread as if about to fly.

Bird heads facing outward, Dark Green Ghost Fire jumping in hollow eye sockets.

At the very top summit, it was shrouded in a layer of heavy Grey Mist; within the mist lightning faintly flashed, reflecting that layer of grey clouds flickering bright and dark.

The entire Xuanming Peak, from top to bottom, exuded a cold, strange aura.

This did not look like a sect's immortal peak, but rather more like an ancient tomb forgotten in the Netherworld.

The moment Xuanming Peak fully revealed itself, several streaks of black light shot out from the mountainside and landed before the stone steps at the mountain foot.

The light dispersed, revealing five black-robed cultivators, their cultivation ranging from Golden Core to Nascent Soul.

The leader was a withered middle-aged man, with high cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and a face pale to the point of greenish.

At his black robe's cuffs, three silver Nether Patterns were embroidered; in his hand he held a short staff entirely pitch-black, its head set with a fist-sized Dark Green crystal.

"Which cultivator dares to intrude... Great... Great Elder?!"

The withered man's words stopped halfway, directly stuck in his throat.

He widened his eyes, looking at Xuan Yan standing beside Xu Zhangqing, his pupils violently rolling, the alertness on his face instantly turning into unbelievable shock.

His whole person subconsciously retreated a step, his body under the black robe visibly tensing.

Who is Xuan Yan?

Dongting Immortal Sect Great Elder!

The first person under the Sect Master!

Especially after Gui Lao's death, this one's identity is even more sensitive for Xuanming Peak.

The withered man's mouth opened and closed, as if wanting to say something, yet not knowing what to say.

The few behind him dared not even breathe, each lowering their heads, gazes wandering.

Xuan Yan looked at the withered man, naturally carrying an oppressive feeling of awe without anger, and opened his mouth: "Who is in charge of Xuanming Peak now?"

The withered man's throat rolled up and down once, his voice more respectful: "Replying to Great Elder, now it is the Vice Peak Master acting as Peak Master.

After Gui Lao... Lu Chen Yuan died, Xuanming Peak has been temporarily managed by the Vice Peak Master."

Xuan Yan glanced toward the peak's direction, pressed further: "Which Vice Peak Master?"

When the withered man spoke this name, his voice deliberately lowered: "Yin Jiuyou!"