This caught Zhou Qing by surprise, as she initially thought they would sneak away with Zhang Wanbao to the Vast Mansion.
However, Zhou Qing didn’t greet them, she merely watched their figures gradually disappear at the end of the street.
Soon after, Yan Xiaohu came back, brimming with joy. After their meal, they took a short rest before hitting the road again.
After all, there were still two months of travel left to the Taiqing Sect.
A few days later, they passed through a mountain range. Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu stopped simultaneously, their eyes filled with mixed emotions.
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It was here that Qian Dafu gave them a valuable lesson.
Revisiting this place now, Zhou Qing’s heart was a mix of complex emotions.
Without saying a word, the two continued their journey until they gradually entered the Eastern Domain’s sphere of influence.
Along the way, the entire Eastern Domain’s sects, large and small, appeared desolate and ruined.
Every now and then, they would see people fleeing in panic, their clothes in tatters, faces etched with fear.
Some sects were even being destroyed, thick smoke blanketing the sky, screams and cries mingling together.
The battle at Canglan Mountain had too great an impact, it led to the downfall of countless head powers of the sects.
Forces from the other three domains, seeing the Eastern Domain severely weakened, came to take advantage.
As Zhou Qing and Yan Xiaohu watched these tragedies unfold, their hearts were filled with helplessness. They wanted to help, but were too weak to do anything meaningful.
Because many of those taking advantage were in the Divinity Transformation Realm.
Half a month later, they appeared at the Beimang Mine.
Since the Blood Bone Old Ghost died, this place had also been abandoned, becoming cold and deserted, overgrown with weeds.
"I just love treasure hunting in such abandoned places, wait for me a bit!"
Seeing the mine, Yan Xiaohu became excited immediately. After quickly greeting Zhou Qing, he rushed in impatiently.
Zhou Qing shook his head helplessly and followed him in.
Until they reached Mine Number Nine, where many iron frames were still left, and the walls around were covered in dried blood.
Years ago, the stronghold of You Huang City was destroyed by him and Yan, and Blood Bone set up a new stronghold here.
And it was no longer Song Yuan who came to deliver the array but Sima Demoness.
Seeing this scene, Yan Xiaohu swore, truly appalling.
Zhou Qing, however, frowned deeply, suddenly realizing something.
In the battle at Canglan Mountain, according to the master, only a small portion of the Black-robed Puppets participated in exterminating the Demon Race, most of them had never surfaced.
So, where did those puppets go?
Moreover, was it true, as Yan said, that there was a puppet mother body continuously creating Black-robed Puppets?
Have they now reached saturation?
If so, what does Sikong Yan intend to do with such a terrifying force?
If he wanted to become the overlord of the Eastern Domain, in that Four-Color Killing Array, it would have been a matter of a single thought, not to mention giving away the Nine Nether Lotus Seeds generously afterward.
"Time really flies. Years ago, we snatched a piece of Chaos Profound Gold here and sold it to Lingyun Mansion. Now, looking back, it’s been so many years."
As Yan Xiaohu searched, he sighed.
Zhou Qing, snapping back from his thoughts, nodded. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a chilling aura spread from the depths of the mine, enveloping them instantly.
Their expressions changed dramatically. They wanted to escape but found themselves immobilized, unable to move, cold sweat uncontrollably streaming from their foreheads.
"I, I really am such a fool!" Yan Xiaohu trembled all over, now filled with regret.
Why rush into this deserted place for treasure hunting?
He quickly cast a look to Zhou Qing for help.
Zhou Qing bit his teeth tightly, veins bulging on his forehead, trying with all his might to break free from the invisible shackles, but to no avail.
This sense of oppression was definitely not something a Divinity Transformation Realm could emit, only...
In an instant, Zhou Qing seemed to think of something, his eyes full of disbelief.
In this suffocating silence, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness, supporting himself against the wall as he walked out.
It was an old man, looking rather wretched at the moment.
His clothes were in tatters, his whole body hunched, with his right hand tightly pressing against his abdomen.
Despite this, blood continued to seep through his fingers, dripping continuously on the ground, filling the air with a nauseating stench.
When Zhou Qing saw the man’s appearance, his pupils shrank suddenly.
This scene was also keenly captured by the old man, who then hoarsely asked, "Do you recognize me?"
Zhou Qing quickly replied, "A few years ago at Canglan Mountain, I was fortunate enough to witness your great prowess from a distance."
As soon as he spoke, Zhou Qing wished he could slap himself hard.
Admitting to recognize a Spirit Severing Realm Demon Race in such a miserable state, wasn’t he courting death?
Even a Human Race Spirit Severing Realm wouldn’t want others to see them in such a fallen state, let alone the Demon Race, who always held animosity towards the Human Race.
Sure enough, Zhou Qing saw a flash of killing intent in his eyes.
His heart sank immediately.
At this moment, Yan Xiaohu also recognized him and was equally terrified.
This wretched place housed a wounded Spirit Severing Realm, and of all things, it had to be a Demon Race.
But then Elder Feng slightly raised his hand, and a phantom image of Xuanyuan Shuo slowly emerged.