Chapter 1303

A figure landed on Mount Sumeru.

Wearing a white Daoist robe embroidered with cloud patterns, he had an immortal demeanor, an extraordinary temperament, and joy on his face.

However, when his gaze fell on the dilapidated Mount Sumeru, his face dimmed again.

This place was once a Sage's dojo, but after a million years of changes, things have long since changed.

After the Demon race left, this place completely turned into ruins.

The various spiritual roots, treasure trees, immortal herbs, cranes, exotic birds, rare fowls, and strange beasts on the immortal mountain had long since disappeared, plundered by the Demon race.

The magnificent immortal halls and pavilions had also turned into dust.

The Seven Treasures Step on the mountain had also completely shattered, and broken jade tiles and glaze could be seen everywhere.

No one would think that this was once a Sage's dojo, the most sacred place in the Western world.

"Damn Demon race!"

Zhunti's eyes sprayed fire, his heart aching.

Gold, silver, crystal, and glaze—these things might be treasures to ordinary creatures, but they are useless to cultivators.

The West is barren and has nothing to use, so they often use these things to decorate their facade.

But even these ordinary things were destroyed and taken away by the Demon race.

These Demon race members, like Luo Hou, have no bottom line at all.

They are simply more detestable than the former Lin Xia.

Back then, Lin Xia had a deep grudge with him, but when he plundered Mount Sumeru, he still had a bottom line.

When he attacked Mount Sumeru, he only plundered some top-tier spiritual roots and treasures; he didn't take much of the other ordinary things.

Although Mount Sumeru was cracked, its foundation was not damaged.

However, the Demon race was different; in the years they occupied Mount Sumeru, they scraped the ground of this dojo clean.

The three thousand worlds above the Sumeru Heavens turned completely blank.

The mountain ridges were bare; not to mention spiritual roots and treasures, even the spiritual veins underground were dug out.

Those worlds were no different from the lifeless, cold stars in the universe.

Along the way, seeing and hearing this, Zhunti almost vomited three liters of blood.

If it were in the past, according to Zhunti's violent temper, he would have started a massacre long ago.

But ever since experiencing a series of events like the destruction of the orthodoxy, Zhunti's spirit had long been worn down.

Compared to before, his temperament had become more resilient.

Looking at the devastated and dilapidated Mount Sumeru, he forcibly suppressed his anger and came to the center of Mount Sumeru.

Zhunti raised his hand and drew toward the void; the void rippled like water.

Between the rotation of light and shadow, a door suddenly opened in the surroundings.

Zhunti entered it, and the demonic energy suddenly surged.

The surroundings were pitch black, without sun, moon, or stars, without spiritual roots or grass.

It was filled with coldness and deathly silence.

And at the bottom of the abyss, there was a circular array platform, with black pillars like ancient divine wood, piercing the sky.

On the pillars, demonic patterns were densely packed, complex and profound, extremely evil.

A powerful Demon Dao power shrouded the ten directions of space, oppressing people so they couldn't breathe.

And in the center of the array platform, a Daoist in simple clothing sat there.

His face was gray, his aura weak, swaying like a candle in the wind, but there was always a point of spiritual light that did not extinguish above his head.

Behind him, a treasure banner floated.

The treasure banner emitted glazed brilliance, and as it drifted, Sanskrit sounds were vast, and it seemed that endless power of faith was condensing within, trying its best to dispel the haze around.

"Senior Brother!"

The first moment he saw the Daoist, Zhunti seemed to have put down the heavy stone in his heart, joy appearing in his eyes.

Jieyin looked up, and before he could speak, a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

His face was as pale as paper, and a wisp of black energy drifted across his brow.

"Senior Brother, are you okay?"

Zhunti was shocked, his figure arriving in an instant.

"It's fine!"

Jieyin waved his hand, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"No major problems. Since you can come here, it seems Luo Hou has fled."

"Hmph! Luo Hou's conspiracy was exposed, and under the siege of the Sages, he fled in a panic."

"He won't be arrogant for long; the causality he owes our West will all be repaid one by one in the future."

Zhunti sneered, a murderous aura seemingly condensing in his eyes.

Looking at the hate-filled Zhunti, Jieyin hesitated to speak, a flash of despondency appearing in the depths of his eyes, and finally, he didn't say it, sighing leisurely.

"Why does Senior Brother sigh? Now that Luo Hou has fled, the Western world has ushered in peace again. As long as we can rebuild the Western Sect, the future will inevitably get better and better."

Looking at the dejected Jieyin, Zhunti asked somewhat strangely.

"It's difficult!"

"Although Luo Hou has left, he will inevitably return."

"The future of the Honghuang is still confusing."

Jieyin said.

"Why does Senior Brother say that?"

"See this array? This was once a Wuji Demon Abyss, gathering endless blood energy, evil energy, and demonic energy. Luo Hou even extracted a large amount of spiritual vein power for this."

"He did this to condense the Hunyuan Demon Fetus."

"Once the array is broken, the Hunyuan Demon Fetus has already been formed."

Jieyin pointed to the surrounding array platforms and said slowly.

"But so what? It's just a demon fetus. Even if Luo Hou formed it, I'm afraid he might not be able to do much."

Zhunti sneered, appearing extremely disdainful.

It was not that Zhunti was arrogant.

It was that Lin Xia's invincibility left too deep an impression on him.

After entering the West, Luo Hou racked his brains and planned for a million years.

But all his plans were easily exposed after Lin Xia appeared.

"I can feel that Luo Hou's plans are not small; his plans even involve the Dao order."

"When he returns again, it will be the time for the Honghuang to be overturned."

Jieyin shook his head, his tone low.

"Senior Brother, you think too highly of him."

Zhunti still didn't care.