464: Demonic Realm Curse
When the ice fla t the mutated flowers, it was like oil poured on fire—in an instant, those few mutated flowers were burned completely clean. In contrast to the flowers, though the ice fla's power was strong, the energy control was extrely precise. Therefore, the other plants weren't greatly affected, rely acquiring a touch of frost on their petals or leaves.
With the sun shining brightly now, these flowers would all survive after just a brief mont in the sunlight.
This result was unexpected to Sect Leader Qingxiao, both in terms of the ice fla's destructive power against the mutated flowers and Yun Qingyue's control. Peak Master Qingyuan, arriving belatedly, happened to witness this scene and couldn't help but reveal an expression of amazent.
"Impressive," Peak Master Qingyuan praised, then imdiately extended his divine sense into the ground to examine the condition of the mutated flowers' roots.
A Fusion stage powerhouse's divine sense is extrely powerful, able to completely reveal underground conditions. Therefore, Peak Master Qingyuan quickly discovered that the ice fla had burned not only the plants above ground but also hadn't spared even the slightest bit of the roots below.
This was truly a joyous discovery. Peak Master Qingyuan imdiately reported the results to Sect Leader Qingxiao, and both n looked at Yun Qingyue with expectant gazes. Sect Leader Qingxiao even generously promised that once this matter was resolved, there would certainly be substantial rewards.
Watching their delighted and excited expressions, Yun Qingyue's fingertips, which had released the ice fla, pinched together slightly—at the mont of releasing the ice fla, she had actually already anticipated this result. Because at that ti, she once again felt the ice fla's uncontrollability, just like when she had burned Huiqian before, and simply couldn't control the ice fla's incineration of the demonic patterns.
Fortunately, the previous ti had been a desperate attempt to save a life, but she hadn't succeeded. This ti was different—her original purpose was to eliminate these mutated flowers, and though the effect was sowhat uncontrollable, it had indeed achieved the goal.
Due to this alignnt of purpose, after her fingertips moved slightly, Yun Qingyue didn't say anything more.
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With the experint yielding results, the three didn't delay, imdiately beginning to clean up the interior of Xuanqing Sect, starting from this small spirit peak. After clearing each area, Peak Master Qingyuan would take out a formation disk to temporarily protect that place.
One area, two areas, three areas...
In just half a day, Yun Qingyue's ice fla had burned through countless places. Simultaneously, Peak Master Qingyuan had deployed nurous formation disks. Eventually, even Sect Leader Qingxiao couldn't help but ask: "Brother, exactly how many formation disks have you crafted?"
Peak Master Qingyuan waved his hand dismissively: "I made them casually while teaching my disciples. Over ti, they've accumulated to this many."
For cultivators with lengthy lifespans, the phrase "accumulating over ti" was truly terrifying, leaving nothing more to say.
After this small interlude, the group continued their diligent work. They weren't cleaning areas without selection, naturally starting from important and populated places. The distribution of mutated flowers also seed quite regular—the more people in an area, the more nurous the mutated flowers. In the outer sect spirit peaks, where the population was highest, these mutated flowers were almost everywhere, approaching disaster levels.
So in the outer sect had naturally noticed this, but the competition among outer sect disciples was intense, even more so than in the inner sect. Everyone was busy cultivating and improving, everyone wanted to enter the inner sect—with minds busy and restless, who would pay attention to a few wildflowers by the path?
Yun Qingyue spent considerable ti burning away the mutated flowers on the outer sect spirit peaks. But with these outer sect disciples having stayed alongside so many mutated flowers for so long, who knew if they had been infected with demonic patterns, and when they might break out? Therefore, even after clearing the mutated flowers, the outer sect spirit peaks were temporarily sealed, waiting until the lightning pools freed up so space to bring people over for a stay.
Compared to the chaos of the outer sect spirit peaks, many peaks in the inner sect remained empty. These vacant peaks were temporarily left unattended, with priority still given to populated or important areas.
As they continued clearing, the group arrived near Divine Lord Zhiming's Peak.
Yun Qingyue hesitated as she looked at the quiet Divine Lord Zhiming's Peak. There weren't many people here, but it was Divine Lord Zhiming's territory. It wasn't appropriate for them to rashly enter Divine Lord Zhiming's territory to set fires, but ignoring it seed even less appropriate.
Peak Master Qingyuan shared this concern, asking with so hesitation: "Elder Brother Qingxiao, should we go to Divine Lord Zhiming's Peak?"
In recent years, Divine Lord Zhiming had spent eight or nine out of ten parts of his ti sleeping. Firstly, he was naturally lazy and loved sleeping; secondly, he found suppressing his cultivation level arduous, so he simply chose to pass ti by sleeping—in fact, since eting the white tiger, Divine Lord Zhiming could have already completed his mission and withdrawn, but because the white tiger was initially too weak due to innate deficiencies, he decided to stay for about a hundred more years. Yet before a hundred years had passed, the cultivation world had clearly experienced turbulence again, making him reluctant to ascend and leave.
Everyone in Xuanqing Sect knew that Divine Lord Zhiming, though appearing uninvolved, actually valued relationships deeply. Since he had repeatedly delayed his departure for Xuanqing Sect, the sect naturally treated him with as much respect as possible.
Hearing the question, Sect Leader Qingxiao nodded resolutely: "Of course we must go." He then added: "I'll first send a ssage to Divine Lord."
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A ssage personally sent by Sect Leader Qingxiao naturally alard Divine Lord Zhiming.
When Divine Lord Zhiming, dressed in black attire, appeared on his peak, his eyes were still half-open, revealing sleepiness. Only upon seeing Sect Leader Qingxiao personally did he blink and beco alert: "Tell , what has happened..."
Before his words finished, his gaze had already fallen on Yun Qingyue behind the Sect Leader, showing a hint of confusion.
Though Divine Lord Zhiming loved sleeping, his mory clearly had no issues: "Hmm? Aren't you the disciple who brought back the tiger cub back then? How..." How did you change your bloodline without warning and stop being human?!
Hearing this, Yun Qingyue stepped forward and bowed: "Disciple Yun Qingyue greets Divine Lord."
Divine Lord Zhiming circled Yun Qingyue, examining her thoroughly. Issues that Golden Peng could detect, he naturally could see too, even more so. Thus, without waiting for others to explain, he had already guessed seven or eight parts of the story, clicking his tongue and saying: "You were quite willing to sacrifice. But it's fortunate that you were."
He was speaking of how Yun Qingyue had been willing to give up her pure phoenix bloodline, and fortunately she had been willing, otherwise under the Heavenly Dao, she would have long perished.
Yun Qingyue's expression relaxed, showing magnanimity: "Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. I've already received all the benefits."
Divine Lord Zhiming nodded, his eyes showing so appreciation. He casually tossed out a jade box, saying: "Keep it as a plaything. Consider it a eting gift." He then turned his gaze to Sect Leader Qingxiao: "Tell , what else is there?"
Yun Qingyue caught the jade box but didn't open it to look, directly putting it away—Divine Lord Zhiming had always been generous. When he gave the little tiger a eting gift before, it was Azure Essence Spirit Marrow. Whatever he gave now certainly wouldn't be inferior.
Sect Leader Qingxiao didn't dwell on the matter of the gift and promptly explained the entire situation to Divine Lord Zhiming. As Divine Lord Zhiming listened, his brows furrowed slightly, and he turned to look at his peak... Before Sect Leader Qingxiao could identify the mutated flowers for him, he had already spotted them himself. Then, with a seemingly casual wave of his hand, all the mutated flowers firmly rooted on his peak were completely uprooted.
The light blue mutated flowers were gathered into a cluster, initially maintaining their vibrant appearance. But with a thought from Divine Lord Zhiming, the original vat-sized flower cluster instantly shrank to the size of a ball, not even a tenth of its original size.
If one were to look closely at this mont, one would discover that the previously fresh flowers had beco dry grass, without even a trace of moisture left.
Naturally, at the mont the mutated flowers were destroyed, thin demonic energy erged from them. But before it could dissipate even slightly, it was casually summoned by Divine Lord Zhiming's gesture and confined in his palm.
All this happened in an instant. Though the process wasn't as simple and direct as Yun Qingyue's fire burning, in terms of speed, Divine Lord Zhiming was still superior. By the ti Sect Leader Qingxiao and the others reacted, Divine Lord Zhiming had already personally resolved the small trouble on his territory and was now carefully examining the troubleso residue he held.
Since the matter had been resolved, Sect Leader Qingxiao and the others naturally had nothing more to say and didn't disturb Divine Lord Zhiming as he examined the situation.
Sure enough, after a few breaths, Divine Lord Zhiming spoke: "This isn't ordinary demonic energy. This is a type of curse from the demonic realm, feeding on greed, anger, and delusion, destroying a person from the inside out."
Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Qingxiao's heart sank. He first asked: "Isn't that the sa as heart demons?"
After receiving Divine Lord Zhiming's nod of confirmation, his expression changed several tis. Although most of those infected were outer sect disciples or ordinary inner sect disciples, these disciples were still the future foundation of Xuanqing Sect. To say that all infected people would be completely ruined was unacceptable to Sect Leader Qingxiao. So he asked again: "It's just a curse, is there really no way to save them?"
Divine Lord Zhiming casually extinguished the bit of demonic energy in his palm. His expression wasn't as grim as Sect Leader Qingxiao's, but he didn't answer this question—the human heart is the most difficult to fathom; once changed, how could it be easily restored?
Sect Leader Qingxiao obviously knew this too, but asked out of unwillingness to give up. His mood imdiately sank. However, as the leader of a sect, no matter how pained he felt inside, he quickly composed himself and grasped the key point: "May I ask Divine Lord, is this demonic realm curse sothing only demon race mbers can cast, or can anyone learn and use it?"
The events of the demonic realm were tens of thousands of years ago, before Divine Lord Zhiming's birth. However, as a legitimately born divine beast, he had received many inherited mories at birth, so his knowledge was far broader than most.
Now Divine Lord Zhiming provided an answer: "Previously, it required mbers of the demon race to use. But I've never seen these mutated flowers before, and I don't know if there have been changes over these tens of thousands of years—everything remains uncertain."
Sect Leader Qingxiao nodded upon hearing this, though deep in his heart, he developed so inclination toward the appearance of the demon race.
He suddenly sighed, vaguely feeling that a conspiracy was enveloping the entire cultivation world, causing a sense of pressure even to soone of his status. So he said to Divine Lord Zhiming: "These are troubled tis, and the sect has been experiencing frequent incidents. I request that Divine Lord keep a closer watch recently." In simple terms, please stop sleeping so much!
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