Chapter 1035

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Mo Sha did not make a move; he merely stood in the center of the camp, incidentally shielding the envoys of those few already-submitted small tribes behind him, his facial expression changing several times.

He had originally thought that even if these major tribes' people refused, they would not act recklessly.

As a result, unexpectedly, they actually dared to launch an attack here at night.

One must know that everyone present were cultivators, especially Qin Baili and Li Chuan, who had even reached the Nascent Soul stage; their Divine Sense covered a range exceeding a hundred li.

Anyone approaching would be discovered instantly, unless they cast a secret technique.

And among those foreign race warriors surrounding the outer perimeter, there were some faces Mo Sha recognized.

Three days ago they had still drunk tea with him, complaining about how hard the days in the Northern Domain were to endure.

As a result, right now these people were actually charging at him with weapons raised, the killing intent in their eyes no different from any foreign race.

"Kill, kill these cultivators!"

"A bunch of foreign races, truly seeking their own death!"

"Since you've turned hostile, don't blame us for being impolite!"

This slaughter lasted for the time of one incense stick.

Around the camp, over ten thousand corpses lay strewn haphazardly.

The main forces of several major tribes were almost slaughtered to the last man; the remaining small tribe remnants had long since scattered and fled, never daring to look back.

However, just as Qin Baili withdrew his long sword, preparing to give the order to pursue and kill, a sudden change occurred.

Those corpses piled like mountains, fresh blood seeping underground along cracks, suddenly seemed to be sucked by something, beginning to surge toward the underground depths.

The entire area was trembling slightly at this moment.

At the same time, an ancient aura surged up from deep underground.

Across the Northern Domain, those stone pillars used only for tribal sacrifices, which had not moved for who knows how many years, suddenly lit up at this moment.

The light was dark red, spreading upward from the base of the totem pillars; the patterns on them lit up one by one, illuminating the entire stone pillar like a red-hot iron rod.

Several dark red light pillars shot into the sky, piercing the Northern Domain's heavy, leaden sky.

The light pillars converged in the cloud layers, slowly stirring into a giant vortex.

At the center of that vortex, something was being opened.

At this moment, everyone stopped.

Qin Baili stood in the pool of blood, tilting his head to watch that slowly rotating red vortex, the brows beneath his mask furrowing slightly.

Li Chuan also sheathed the Corpse King Sword, looking at the phenomenon above the sky with a face full of astonishment.

Seeing this, Mo Sha immediately found a few elders from the submitted small tribes.

Who knew, the moment these elders saw the glowing totem pillars, their faces instantly turned pale as paper; they knelt down in unison, foreheads pressed against the dry yellow sand, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Mo Sha crouched down and asked a few questions in a low voice; the more he asked, the tighter his brows knitted.

After a good while, he finally stood up and walked to Qin Baili and Li Chuan's side, expressing with a solemn expression: "The elders say this is the Night Weeping Totem."

Qin Baili repeated this name once: "Night Weeping Totem?"

Mo Sha nodded, relaying the content the elders had pieced together, one by one, in full detail.

The Night Weeping Totem is the most ancient totem of the Northern Domain; its years of existence are longer than the history of any tribe.

The ancient tribes believed this totem connects to another region.

Inside there is pure water that cannot be drunk dry, cattle and sheep meat that cannot be eaten up, resources that cannot be exhausted.

Moreover, the Night Weeping Totem only activates after absorbing enough fresh blood and lives, thereby opening the entrance to that region.

This is also why the foreign races suddenly turned hostile and launched a night attack.

They knew what the consequences of opposing the Qingmu Sect were, so they simply tore off all pretense completely.

As a result, unexpectedly, Qin Baili and the others were so terrifying that the tribe people were simply no match at all.

The gazes of Mo Sha and Li Chuan both fell on Qin Baili, waiting for his decision.

Qin Baili was silent for a moment, then took out a Transmission Jade Talisman, imprinted a message with his Divine Sense, then pointed a finger at the sky; the talisman transformed into a stream of light and tore through the air, only then did he speak: "Everything awaits the Sect Master's judgment."

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When Xu Zhangqing received the transmission, he was in the Spirit Field checking the growth of the new batch of Three-Eyed Spirit Marrow.

In a few words, Qin Baili explained the Northern Domain's upheaval clearly and thoroughly.

The foreign races turning hostile, the night raid being counter-killed, the totems lighting up, the vortex opening, and that "Night Weeping Totem" mentioned by those few elders.

After reading the information, Xu Zhangqing immediately entered the Qingmu Sect's Scripture Pavilion.

After the Seven Great Immortal Peaks merged, the classics of each peak were also relocated into the Qingmu Sect's Scripture Pavilion; among them, Hou Tu Peak and Xuanming Peak held the most ancient miscellaneous records.

Xu Zhangqing's Divine Sense swept once, and on a beast-skin scroll of unknown age, its edges worm-eaten into a thousand holes, he found scattered records about the Night Weeping Totem.

"So it is like this!"

"It seems I must make a trip there personally!"

"Unexpectedly, this time there is also an unexpected harvest!"

After finishing reading, he returned the beast-skin scroll to its original place, then walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

Originally, Xu Zhangqing had wanted to entrust this matter entirely to Qin Baili and Li Chuan to handle; with those two's strength, it was enough to deal with a mob of scattered foreign races.

But the appearance of the Night Weeping Totem changed his thinking.

Xu Zhangqing didn't call anyone else, intending to make a trip to the Northern Domain alone.

Therefore the next day, the Five-Colored Rosy Light descended upon the Northern Domain.

Qin Baili, Li Chuan, Mo Sha, and the others all bowed to welcome him.

Kong Ling folded his wings and landed on a sand dune beside the Temporary Camp.

Xu Zhangqing landed lightly, his gaze first sweeping over the corpses around the camp that hadn't yet been cleared, then looking up at the dark red vortex still slowly rotating in the Sky, finally settling on Qin Baili.

"Sect Master."

Qin Baili hurriedly opened his mouth: "The situation is a bit delicate..."

After listening, Xu Zhangqing's mouth corner curled up slightly: "Night Weeping Totem, I found related records in the Scripture Pavilion.

This thing indeed exists, and its history is more ancient than any tribe in the Northern Domain."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone, and continued: "The region the Night Weeping Totem connects to is called the Night Crying Secret Realm.

However, this Secret Realm is different from any Secret Realm you've seen.

First, it is alive.

Not that there are living things inside, but the Secret Realm itself possesses something similar to a will.

Anyone who enters the Night Crying Secret Realm will be 'scrutinized' by it.

As for what the standard of scrutiny is, no one knows, and no ancient books record it.

Second, the time flow of the Night Crying Secret Realm differs from the Outside.

Not fast, not slow, but isolated.

You stay inside for a hundred years, outside only an hour may have passed.

Conversely, you stay inside for a quarter hour, come out and decades may have passed.

Therefore, time inside this Secret Realm is severed, without any pattern."

These words spoken, Qin Baili and the others stared wide-eyed.

Everyone knows Secret Realms, and has been to quite a few.

But the Night Crying Secret Realm's situation exceeded everyone's expectations.

Suddenly, Xu Zhangqing's expression became playful: "Third!"