"Living corpses? Female ghosts? What nonsense are you talking about? We cultivators cannot possibly be frightened by such supernatural things." At this mont, ng Huan truly had a headache, his brow slightly furrowed, as each of the three major Esoteric Sects was not easy to deal with, and unexpected events were occurring.
The naless old monk of the Hundred Buddha Temple and the abbot of the temple who had fallen into evil ways.
Furthermore, even now, so abnormal situation had arisen at White Tower Temple, suddenly giving ng Huan a big headache.
"I... Disciple also does not know the specific situation at White Tower Temple, but rely relays the ssage according to what the elders of the sect have said," said the young disciple of the Fiery Sun Sect as he hurriedly lowered his head respectfully.
ng Huan rely muttered a few complaints under his breath and had no intention of really making things difficult for him.
"How are things over there? Wu Cuicheng and his team haven’t encountered any danger, have they?" ng Huan asked again.
"Apart from encountering those undying living corpses, no large-scale conflicts have erupted. According to the elder’s transmission, the situation there is very calm, but also very eerie," replied the disciple from the Fiery Sun Sect.
"That’s good!" ng Huan nodded, "You go ahead then. I will personally visit later to see what exactly is happening at White Tower Temple."
"Thank you, Sect Master ng!" The young disciple imdiately bead with joy, his face showing a relieved expression.
Watching the young disciple bow and swiftly run off, ng Huan withdrew his gaze and stroked his chin. He turned his head toward Su Heng and said, "Where there’s sothing abnormal, there must be monsters. With such happenings at White Tower Temple now, there likely lurks so sort of secret."
"Would you like to join on this trip?" ng Huan invited proactively.
"A visit wouldn’t hurt," Su Heng said, since the travel back and forth wouldn’t take much ti given their speed.
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After discussing, the two imdiately set off for White Tower Temple.
After crossing the vast plains and continuous undulating snow mountains, White Tower Temple soon appeared before Su Heng and ng Huan.
White Tower Temple is divided into an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard, located at the foot of a snow mountain deep in Skull Plain. At this mont, as the sun rose, the dawn light fell, and many golden Buddha stupas amidst the snow mountain could be seen shining, paired with the surrounding pristine white snow, and the chanting coming from sowhere in the void, it appeared extraordinarily sacred.
In the desolate grassland outside White Tower Temple, there were also many towering white stupas.
Legend has it that these white stupas buried the bones of the monastery’s past sages, once powerful beings who, even in death, left relics like Buddha Bones which could ward off evil spirits and protect the area. But now, upon closer inspection, the forest of white stupas didn’t feel peaceful at all.
Instead, it was enveloped by a thin eerie fog, the temperature was very low, and when the cold wind blew, one could hear a rustling sound coming from sowhere.
The ancient and sacred temple, which used to be full of life, now looked devoid of any at first glance.
It gave a rather eerie and cold feeling.
Su Heng and ng Huan had just landed on the desolate grassland outside White Tower Temple and had not had ti to take a closer look, when they heard a series of rapid footsteps coming from behind them. 𝘙ÀŊÖBƐ𝐒
Then ca a cheerful greeting, "Brother ng, little brother Su, you’ve finally arrived."
Su Heng turned around to look.
The fog dispersed in the distance, and a burly figure was approaching quickly on the path.
He was tall with a well-trimd flat-top short haircut and a long narrow scar on his face, giving him a sowhat flamboyant aura.
"Senior Wu Cuicheng," Su Heng rembered well and recognized the man at a glance. He had t him once when he and Qin Shunying left the Jinwu ruins.
At that ti, Wu Cuicheng thought Qin Shunying had been captured by Su Heng, and due to his impulsive nature, a minor friction had occurred between them.
However, the misunderstanding was quickly resolved, and Wu Cuicheng also sincerely apologized to Su Heng.
Though sowhat reckless,
His willingness to risk danger for his disciples left a not so bad impression on Su Heng.
"I didn’t expect little brother Su to rember !" Seeing Su Heng greeting him proactively, Wu Cuicheng’s face imdiately bead with a flattered expression, and he said, "On the day you struck King Ding Xuan, you really helped us vent our anger. I was thrilled when I heard the news back at the sect!"
Su Heng calmly said, "My feud with King Ding Xuan is not yet resolved, and we will inevitably fight again soday."
That day, King Ding Xuan was not at his peak.
But Su Heng, compared with three months ago, had undergone a transformation.
If they fought again, Su Heng was quite confident. Moreover, he had a hunch that such an opportunity wouldn’t be long in coming.
"Glad to see that you guys are fine here," ng Huan added as well. Although his strength was far superior to Wu Cuicheng’s, the two were from the sa generation. When they were young, they had traveled together and had a good relationship, addressing each other as brothers.
"What exactly happened here, those so-called living corpses, where are they?" ng Huan asked again.
Wu Cuicheng scratched his head, looking sowhat distressed, "This matter is a bit troubleso, but..."
His eyes suddenly sparkled, slightly raising his chin as if he had spotted sothing; he pointed forward and exclaid, "Look there!"
Su Heng turned and looked in the direction Wu Cuicheng was pointing.
At that mont, a cold wind blew over the wilderness, slightly dispersing the morning fog enveloping the stone forest of the white stupas of the Buddhist temple.
Behind an ancient massive White Tower Temple, on a weed-filled barren ground, an elderly figure suddenly appeared. His figure was emaciated, bearing mottled patches on his body, with dull pupils devoid of any brightness, exuding a heavy aura of death, he stood not far away, calmly looking at the three individuals.
"This..." ng Huan furrowed his eyebrows slightly, a hint of shock crossing his face.
Although his attention had primarily been on Wu Cuicheng just before, the sudden appearance of this figure was shocking, especially since, as an Earth Immortal Realm master with formidable spiritual power, he hadn’t noticed it at all. This was too abnormal and eerie.
"Did you notice the origin of that thing just now?" ng Huan, with a hint of hesitation on his face, whispered to Su Heng beside him.
"Yes!" Su Heng replied, "But it seems these mists have an effect of shielding perception, so the warning signs were not clear."
"It doesn’t look like a living person, tsk, it’s indeed a bit odd!" ng Huan said, stroking his chin.
"Are these undead monk-like beings difficult to deal with?" Su Heng’s gaze fell on Wu Cuicheng, behind whom on the narrow path, one could faintly see the fluttering banners of the Fiery Sun Sect and Jiangzhou’s Li Family.
These two major powers had sent their elite forces, yet they were held back outside, not daring to venture deep into the temple, as if they feared sothing.
"As you see, if we don’t enter the White Tower Temple, but rely stand outside, these monks will not attack us," Wu Cuicheng answered, "but once we try to enter the interior of the White Tower Temple, these monks start to act, attempting to drive us away."
"We’ve tried many thods, but all were thwarted by these monks, and we couldn’t break through."
"Moreover, it seems that so kind of incident is brewing within the White Tower Temple, so people have gotten lost inside, being assimilated by these undead," Wu Cuicheng, his face slightly changing as if recalling sothing, continued, "Realizing that it might lead to a further deterioration of the situation, we decided to halt our actions and maintain the status quo for now."
"That’s not wrong, faced with the unknown, it’s still best to be cautious," ng Huan said.
Skull Plain here has a special environnt, not only inhabited by three Esoteric Sects, but also tightly linked with the Eternal Heaven.
The myriad strange occurrences inside cannot be explained by common sense. Ordinary cultivators dare not take it lightly, as not everyone possesses the overwhelming, fearless power like Su Heng.
"But now it’s worth a try to see what kind of mysteries are hidden inside this White Tower Temple," ng Huan murmured, yet his gaze fell on Su Heng.
"With here, there are no taboos," Su Heng said with a smile, nodding his head.
Though it was a simple sentence, his deanor exuded an overwhelming confidence that seed to suppress everything.
"Good!" ng Huan laughed heartily, "Then I’ll make the first move, let’s test it!"
Whoosh!
He ford a sword with his fingers, pointing forward.
A sharp, invisible Sword Qi instantly swept across.
In the White Tower Temple, the head of an old monk covered with mottled patches flew high into the air, but barely any blood seeped from the severed section.
His head rolled onto the ground and into so bushes. Then, as the surrounding fog suddenly surged, by the ti it cleared, the old monk’s head had returned to its original place.
He still stood there, expressionless, watching Su Heng and the others.
"Interesting," ng Huan raised an eyebrow, surprise written all over his face.
The Sword Qi he had unleashed contained spiritual power, not only sharp but also capable of eroding the spirit. Even Earth Immortal Realm mighty ones would find it difficult to withstand.
But looking at the situation now, it seed not to have inflicted any damage on the old monk.
Following this, ng Huan chanted a spell and ford a fire technique with his hands.
The emaciated body of the old monk burned like a candle, but soon after, the flas quickly extinguished.
At this point, ng Huan had no imdiate solutions; he lifted his head, his gaze seeking help from Su Heng, "Young friend Su, given the current situation, what do you think?"
"These undead are neither alive nor dead, not existing independently," Su Heng’s pupils shimred with light, appearing to have discovered sothing, he spoke softly, "They are connected to the surrounding environnt, being devoured and refined by so incredible powerful life force."
"Is that so?" ng Huan’s face showed a contemplative expression.
Wu Cuicheng simply widened his eyes, not understanding the reason behind it or how to resolve the current situation.
"However, that doesn’t an they’re truly indestructible," Su Heng said, "As long as we can wear down their spiritual power, we then need to find the body of this powerful life force to fully understand what’s happening inside the White Tower Temple."
Whoosh!
Su Heng took a step forward.
He reached out, his fingers clasping like an eagle’s talons, grabbing toward the old monk.
The old monk, sensing imminent danger, suddenly looked up and tried to dodge and flee. But how could his speed compare to Su Heng’s? He was snagged by Su Heng like a small chicken.
Following this, the third Seed of Destruction within his third heart throbbed, and Su Heng clenched his fingers tightly.
Bang!
Under the weight of authority.
The residual body of the old monk burst open, turning into a mist of ashes, absorbed and devoured by Su Heng.
This ti, he did not revive again.
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