Yuwen Jun’s words were like the final straw that broke the cal’s back, causing the Gu People’s ntality to completely shatter.
They simultaneously drew the scimitars from their waists: "If you don’t take the toast offered, then don’t bla us for serving penalty wine."
Yuwen Jun curled his lips into a cold smile, and in the next mont, the sword in his hand exploded with silver light.
The glow was as dazzling as daylight, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes. Just as the Gu People rubbed their eyes, they heard the wind rising around them, and when they regained their senses, Yuwen Jun was already right in front of them. He raised his hand, and with the fall of his blade, a Gu person’s head fell to the ground.
The others, seeing their comrade decapitated, instantly exploded into action, and a battle of one against a hundred was on the verge of breaking out.
Most of those remaining on Witch Ancestor Mountain were low-level stockholders, only skilled in so simple Kung Fu moves, and even the Gu insects they raised were low-grade since they hadn’t the ans to cultivate high-level ones.
So although it was one against a hundred, they were at a disadvantage.
Yuwen Jun cut down those blocking him as effortlessly as harvesting cabbage, moving forward unhindered to the Forbidden Land, eliminating anyone who stood in his way.
The Forbidden Land seed untouched since the incident. Compared to before, it appeared gloomier and more silent.
Yuwen Jun walked directly to the deepest part of the cave without any sideways glance.
The enormous insect pool still maintained its original appearance, its bed filled with ashes hadn’t caught his attention before, but now Yuwen Jun jumped down without hesitation.
When Yuwen Jun landed in the insect pool, layers upon layers of dust surged, yet he seed unfazed, unconcerned with his purple robe being dirtied by the dust.
Walking carefully in the insect pool for half a day, Yuwen Jun squinted, examining closely. He realized that the knee-deep ashes were mostly insect corpses, originally incapable of being easily burnt within the corpse water, but now upon re-examination, not only the insects but even the corpse water had been completely incinerated—it was all ashes, as dry as oven ashes without a trace of moisture.
Yet how could there be such an intense fire in the world?
For so reason, Yuwen Jun recalled the sudden appearance of that Black Dragon.
Thinking about how his father once ntioned that Witch Ancestor Mountain guarded the Celestial God’s final secret, and mastering this secret would allow one to control the Underworld Soldiers.
Originally, Yuwen Jun paid it no heed, but now upon reconsideration, was that Black Dragon, even the great fire here, part of the Underworld’s power?
Yuwen Jun was suddenly imrsed in thought, wandering aimlessly like a lost soul in the insect pool, when unexpectedly, he stepped on sothing hard, snapping him out of his contemplation.
Yuwen Jun slowly bent down and reached into the ashes, fishing around repeatedly.
Soon he retrieved four stones from the ashes.
Staring at these stones, his eyes suddenly widened.
These stones were familiar to him; he had spent more than half a year looking for them and had handed two over to the Gu Master.
However, he held only two stones, while the other two had vanished with the hegemon of Zhongshan and the underground palace of the Fahua Temple, and now they were here.
"It was him for sure." Yuwen Jun clenched his fist.
These two stones must have been brought by Li Wenli.
Though it’s unclear why he decided to leave the stones here, presumably he has already achieved his goal.
Yuwen Jun exhaled a breath of turbid air from his body, barely suppressing his anger.
He began searching the place once more.
He had visited here once before, back when there was a huge stone still in the insect pool.
He rembered that stone was entirely black, deeply impressed in his mind.
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