In Cang Prefecture, the status of the Sublime Bright Sect has always been revered and unshakable. No one has ever encountered such an occurrence.
Naturally, the daoist also felt that such a thing was too bizarre, but he could not say anything.
Daoist Master Ironcloud's indifferent voice sounded once again, "That boy has many secrets on him, they mustn't be spread. So you know what needs to be done."
The daoist nodded and said softly, "I'll send someone to kill them tonight."
"Stop being stupid, if you all fail again, don't bother returning. That matter cannot be known by outsiders. Otherwise, you know what kind of consequences it will lead to."
Daoist Master Ironcloud said with some disdain, "I really can't understand why fools like you can still cultivate."
Daoist Master Ironcloud did not make any effort to hide his disgust.
The daoist dared not say anything else, bowing and withdrawing. He needed to personally descend the mountain to oversee the attack tonight.
The observatory quietened down again.
Daoist Master Ironcloud stood up and turned towards the mountain.
He was towering and well-built, he actually did not look like a daoist at all, but more like a martial artist instead.
He walked through the forest in silence, but did not make a sound.
The observatory was already the highest point on the mountain. Where he needed to go now should be down the mountain. However, for some reason, he soon arrived at a hidden mountain path. After a few steps, he was faced with a stone wall.
Daoist Master Ironcloud stood before the stone wall and was silent for a long time. Then he extended his hand and pressed a certain spot on the stone wall. Then, the stone wall rippled, revealing a small hole that should be a keyhole.
Daoist Master Ironcloud took out an iron key from his bosom and inserted it into the hole. Turning it slightly, the stone wall suddenly began to rumble. Then, the stone wall opened toward both sides, revealing a deep cave.
It was precisely the height of a person.
Without hesitation, Daoist Master Ironcloud pulled out the key and walked in.
After a moment, the stone wall slowly closed, leaving no trace of any gaps.
Daoist Master Ironcloud vanished from sight as if he had never appeared.
Within that deep cave lay the Sublime Bright Sect's greatest secret, one that only successive sect masters were qualified to know.
The first time Daoist Master Ironcloud came here, he was deeply shocked too.
It was because numerous daoist techniques were inscribed on the stone walls inside the cave. These techniques did not belong to the Sublime Bright Sect; they were things that successive sect masters had stolen from other sects through various means. Some daoist techniques were even obtained by completely annihilating entire sects.
Each of these techniques carried a bloody or dark tale. This was the Sublime Bright Sect's greatest secret, and its greatest atrocity.
In the past, Daoist Master Ironcloud would move very slowly here, as he needed to commit those techniques to memory. However, perhaps because he had already walked this path many times or perhaps due to him looking down on those techniques now, he did not pause for a moment. He walked very fast and arrived inside the stone cave.
The layout here was very ordinary, there was only a cushion. Above the cushion, there was an opening from which a ray of light would shine down.
When night fell, this place would be bathed in huge amounts of starlight, making it the most suitable place for cultivation.
Indeed, the observatory was not the most suitable place for cultivation, it was this place.
Looking at that futon, Daoist Master Ironcloud was silent for a long time.
Then, he reached out and moved that futon away, revealing what was underneath it.
It was a piece of paper.
A piece of paper radiating a golden light.
Upon closer examination, the golden glow did not radiate from the paper itself, but from the words written on it.
Clearly, these characters were written with golden sand ink. However, even if it was golden sand, it should not shine with a golden light either.
Moreover, apart from this golden light, an exceedingly terrifying aura exuded from the paper.
This meant that the cultivator who wrote this piece of paper back then must have been an exceedingly profound powerhouse, that was why the aura still existed after so many years had passed.
"No, not Nepenthe Realm."
Daoist Master Ironcloud picked up that piece of paper teeming with golden light, sat down on the futon, and mumbled to himself, "If it was Nepenthe Realm, why would I still find it so terrifying after countless years?"
Though both were in the Nepenthe Realm, even if there was a difference in strength, Daoist Master Ironcloud did not think that a paper written by a Nepenthe Realm powerhouse would still strike fear into him, a Nepenthe Realm powerhouse, after so many years.
"Perhaps it's the work of an immortal."
Daoist Master Ironcloud looked at the piece of paper in his hand, his eyes feeling very sore, but his heart was incredibly excited.
Since obtaining this golden paper, he had been studying what was recorded on it. It was not a daoist technique, it just seemed to be words left behind by someone. However, due to that person's overwhelming cultivation realm, Daoist Master Ironcloud could glean considerable benefits from it. His current cultivation level had also grown because of this piece of paper.
But perhaps due to the disparity in cultivation realms, even if it was him, after studying it for this period of time, he had only read a few lines of text. At most, he could only read a few words before needing an extended rest.
But the more so, the more excited he was.