Chapter 176 Fallen Overnight
"Nangong Ye, what are you going to do?" a strange voice asked.
"Where is Steward Lin?" Nangong Ye asked, his eyes half-closed as he looked at the magnificent palace before him.
"Manager Lin is currently guarding the Holy Mountain. He set off with his men a long time ago. You're back from the Southern Spirit Sect so quickly? How did the mission go?"
A middle-aged man in armor emerged from the palace opposite, his helmet gleaming in the sunlight.
"Today isn't the day when Steward Lin is supposed to be guarding the sacred mountain, is it? How many people did he bring with him?"
Nangong Ye frowned slightly.
"How many people can he bring? Just the ones who guard the sacred mountain on a regular basis. If you're worried, you can go and check on him. He should have just arrived at the sacred mountain by now."
The man waved his hand and then asked another question.
"Where is the Holy Lord? Didn't he say he went to receive those people from the Southern Spirit Sect? Why hasn't he returned yet?"
The man waited for a reply, but when he looked up again, Nangong Ye had vanished.
"How can this guy run so fast?" He didn't pay attention and returned to the palace.
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"This thought can actually bring to life scenes from ten thousand years ago?"
The demon general, who was about to leave, stopped. He felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if someone had mentioned it before.
"Deputy Demon General, the owner of this voice should be Lan Yue, the disciple of the Southern Spirit Sect that Sister Li encountered before."
Beside him, a demon who had once heard his inner voice stood pale-faced. He was the demon who had previously infiltrated the ruins of Jueling Island but later escaped.
This sentiment was very familiar to them.
"Go and see for yourselves how far this voice of the heart is from being heard, and how many people know about the impending collapse of the Holy Mountain and have seen the scene of the Central Holy Land ten thousand years ago."
The deputy demon general gave instructions to the other demons.
He now finally realized that this thought might not be due to a traitor on the demon side, nor was it because that person had extensive information.
It's highly likely that this person possesses a rare celestial artifact! This artifact can access information about the demon race, which is why that person knows so much about them!
This person must not be allowed to live, and this immortal artifact must be destroyed!
Fortunately, he brought the Netherworld Axe with him. With a magical artifact of this caliber, the chances of success will definitely increase!
The surrounding demons scattered instantly, flying towards the area around the holy mountain and quickly disappearing into the vast expanse of snow.
"Don't overthink it. Just complete the mission first. If all else fails, we'll have to destroy the Holy Mountain ahead of time. Anyway, without the Holy Mountain to support it, the Holy Water will disappear soon!"
The white-robed steward's eyes twitched; he had a bad feeling about this.
He always had this feeling whenever he escaped death, but this time the feeling was particularly strong.
The deputy demon general shook his head: "We cannot act rashly. The owner of this voice may be nearby. The Southern Spirit Sect cannot allow their disciples to come here unprepared. Perhaps this sacred mountain has already been surrounded by the Southern Spirit Sect and those people from the Northern Ridge Holy Land!"
"If we act rashly, not only will the mission fail, but all of us demons will be unable to escape!"
It doesn't matter if they die here, but both he and the white-robed steward beside him were carrying very important magical artifacts.
For example, there's the Netherworld Axe in his hand, capable of cleaving through the Holy Mountain, and the Explosive Demonic Lightning in the hands of the white-robed demon.
These demonic artifacts are key to the demons' attack on the cultivation world. The loss of just one Netherworld Lamp has already given the Demon King's Palace a headache; they absolutely cannot afford to lose another demonic artifact!
"What's all the fuss about? I think your Southern Demon Clan is scared out of its wits by those people. If the Northern Ridge Holy Land and the Southern Spirit Sect were to cooperate in besieging us, how could I not receive the information?"
The white-robed steward sneered, "Step aside. If you dare not awaken this ancient vengeful spirit, then let me do it!"
"Do you know what you're doing?" the deputy demon general roared.
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[Lan Yue: Sigh, I never expected it to end like this. No wonder it became a vengeful spirit that has lingered for ten thousand years.]
[This holy water was replaced by the demons. The people from the Central Holy Land didn't investigate further; perhaps they could have found the real clues and eliminated the demons' weakness.]
[Ten thousand years have passed, and the Central Holy Land is long gone. Even if there are clues, the past has long been buried under the thick snow-capped mountains. Who can hear the cries of that vengeful spirit?]
[Luckily I saw this black melon, otherwise no one would have known at all.]
As Lan Yue finished speaking, the scene changed again.
Ten thousand years ago, after the Holy Son of the Central Holy Land was suppressed, his flesh was cut into pieces and buried at the foot of the Holy Mountain, and his flowing blood was sprinkled into the holy water he himself created...
Even so, Yu Xiu was still alive; he still had a breath left and struggled to say something.
However, the words of those around him, one after another, completely shattered his spirit.
"You never expected this, did you? You caused my mother to become a demon and be killed. Your mother was also pushed into the demon realm, and we watched helplessly as she was devoured."
"Your wife committed suicide with the children, and we weren't satisfied with that, so we fed them to the demons..."
The moment Yu Xiu died, he became a vengeful spirit and was suppressed in the mountains.
Those people thought they had vented their anger and burst into wild laughter.
However, the next moment, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The Demon Lord of the Demon Clan slowly emerged from the black mist. He was enormous, even taller than the Holy Mountain, and wielded a huge axe, fiercely cleaving towards the central holy land.
By the time the holy land reacted, countless mountain peaks shook, and boulders collapsed and rolled down from above.
The once prosperous central holy land fell overnight.
Lan Yue could vaguely see a nine-story array tower rising in the scene, with a white-bearded man holding a huge pill cauldron and a massive fire dragon soaring into the sky.
The screen went completely dark, and the world returned to peace.
However, the people around them were unable to calm down for a long time.