Yao Xiaoxiao looked back with every few steps, her eyes filled with worry. However, she knew that at her core formation stage, staying behind would only make her a burden.
She repeatedly urged Xu Xian to be careful.
After seeing everyone off, Xu Xian looked at Wen Qingxue and said with a playful tone, "Let's go, Little Wen."
Wen Qingxue hesitated, but ultimately couldn't resist testing the waters. "Little Grand-Uncle, perhaps you should... cool your head a bit?"
Xu Xian chuckled, his voice laced with a mysterious confidence. "Enough. Now that I'm at the sixth stage, even you might not be my match. What is there to cool down about? Besides..."
He paused for a moment before adding with strange certainty, "In all the world, I am likely the only one who can find the tracks of that white deer."
Wen Qingxue did not persist.
Years ago, at foundation establishment, Xu Xian could slay a beast king.
Today, in soul transformation, if Xu Xian said he could slay a beast emperor, Wen Qingxue actually believed him.
Though the three-thousand-mile Demon Suppression Abyss was a chaotic storm of various forces, the strongest beings currently within it were no more than those at the peak of the seventh stage.
With her accompanying him, even if they couldn't sweep through everything, self-preservation would certainly not be an issue.
As for the beast sovereigns and beast gods above the rank of beast emperor, if they truly dared to barge into the three-thousand-mile Demon Suppression Abyss, the spirit eye would detect the anomaly. On the Ancestral Peak, the five patriarchs would arrive in an instant.
Beyond the Boundary Mountain, the Sect Master could also lead ten thousand people to arrive in a moment.
There was risk, but it was not a dead end.
Furthermore, Xu Xian was the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect. By right, she should be listening to him anyway.
She wasn't the type of girl to be overly fussy or nag about trifles. Since he had made his decision, there was no point in further talk.
With an extra person came an extra measure of strength. This matter concerned the rise and fall of the Wendao Sword Sect; if others could go, Xu Xian naturally could as well.
"Then let's go."
"Good!"
Xu Xian stepped into the air and headed straight out of the city, with Wen Qingxue following closely by his side.
Along the way, Xu Xian asked Wen Qingxue for more detailed information. She kept nothing back, telling him everything she knew.
After leaving the city, they concealed their figures under the cover of night and continued deep into the territory. Xu Xian took a moment to ask the little book spirit about the situation.
Why was this auspicious beast born? What exactly was it?
The little book spirit was completely clueless. It said it was only a spirit, not a god, so it couldn't know everything.
However...
If it could see the white deer Wen Qingxue mentioned, it might be able to provide an answer.
But there was one thing the little book spirit remained certain of: as long as that white deer appeared within one li of Xu Xian, the Pupil of Insight would definitely be able to lock onto its position.
The visual sharing of the Pupil of Insight enhanced at different scales as Xu Xian's cultivation level increased.
With his current sixth stage cultivation, Xu Xian could see through any existence below the ninth stage. Furthermore, by using the Pupil of Insight to mask his aura, it would be extremely difficult for even an ordinary ninth-stage expert to detect his presence without using some forbidden divine ability.
The monitoring range of the Pupil of Insight had also expanded from less than fifty meters to five hundred meters—a distance of one li.
As long as he opened the Pupil of Insight, everything within one li would be laid bare before him as if he possessed a heavenly eye. All dangers would have nowhere to hide.
It was like a small domain belonging to him; within this field, he could perceive everything in advance.
Combined with his sixth stage cultivation and the two divine swords within the two-story Sword Tower, Xu Xian was confident he could face a great ascension stage powerhouse head-on.
As for those below the eighth stage, just as the little book spirit said, if the Sword Tower were opened, it would be a total slaughter.
Even without using the two divine swords, no one could do anything to him.
This was one of the primary reasons why Xu Xian dared to actively throw himself into such a dangerous situation after learning about the current chaos in the Demon Suppression Abyss.
It stemmed from his strength; that was his foundation.
No matter how chaotic the Demon Suppression Abyss became, it was still a group of beings below the eighth stage fighting and struggling. He had nothing to fear. His only concern was that the other side might tear up the treaty and send in several beast sovereigns or beast gods. Even then, the spirit eye above would receive word immediately, and he would only need to mask his aura and flee far away.
As the saying goes, great skill breeds great courage.
Of course, his entry into this place wasn't solely to resolve the sect's current predicament or to slay the auspicious beast. He also had his own selfish motives: hunting demons.
Sixth-grade beast kings and seventh-grade beast emperors were worth a high price. Slaying just one would be equivalent to forging many swords.
Now that the second-story Sword Tower was completed, the construction plan for the third-story Sword Tower was on the agenda. Having exhausted his supply of top-grade spirit stones, he was destined to need a massive amount of spirit stones to build the third floor. It would be an astronomical figure.
He had to make preparations early.
It just so happened that the Demon Suppression Abyss was currently in a state of chaos, with humans and beasts clashing to seize the auspicious beast. Such a time—looting during a fire and killing in the midst of chaos—was the best opportunity.
If he missed this chance, it wouldn't be so easy to hunt these beast emperors and beast kings later. He might have to venture deep into the North Sea or the Great Desolation. Given Xu Xian's personality, he naturally wouldn't let an opportunity to take advantage of the situation slip by. Besides, helping the sect settle its troubles was a given.
After entering the Great Desolation with Wen Qingxue, Xu Xian took the lead. Wen Qingxue followed, forced to keep up. With the establishment of the second-story Sword Tower and the unsealing of Yellow Spring Burial, Xu Xian's control over the Sword Mound had deepened by another level.
Now, not only could he detect the presence of the swords from the Sword Mound, but he could even discern whether they were in battle and the level of danger based on the light they emitted.
Thus, upon entering the Demon Suppression Abyss, while searching for the auspicious beast and hunting monsters, Xu Xian also headed straight toward the locations of sect disciples who were currently engaged in combat. He wanted to find the auspicious beast, hunt monsters, and rescue his people.
...
Inside the Demon Suppression Abyss, the moon was high and the sounds of battle were sudden amidst the rustling autumn wind. Within the three-thousand-mile misty forest, countless monsters and cultivators were intermingled.
Some dashed through the dense woods. Others hid their presence, waiting like a predator for its prey. Some banded together for warmth, conducting a carpet search.
From time to time, humans and beasts encountered each other, drawing blades in instant clashes, fighting to the death with relentless pursuit.
Ten days. A full ten days had passed.
Many of them hadn't even seen a shadow of the auspicious beast. Compared to finding a rare creature, killing a few members of the opposing race seemed simpler and easier. They couldn't come all this way for nothing.
Furthermore, humans and demons were natural enemies. Since both saw the other as a supplement for their cultivation, deep-seated hatred and primal interests constantly drove them to slaughter one another.
Moreover, in recent years, the struggles within the Demon Suppression Abyss had been intensifying. Today, the fire had been completely ignited.
It wasn't just humans fighting demons. Humans fought humans, and demons slaughtered demons as well—using the opportunity to suppress rivals, take revenge, or simply seek brief pleasure and excitement.
Just like now.
A five-person team from the Wendao Sword Sect was passing through a valley when they were ambushed by a peak-level beast king.
Caught off guard, they were thrown into disarray. Given the disparity in strength, even as the five combined their efforts, they were forced back step by step. Just as they were about to perish under the monster's fangs, a cold light suddenly flashed from the distant dense forest.
With a swoosh, a sword flew through the air, suddenly accelerating mid-flight. It streaked past, severing one of the beast king's arms in an instant.
The beast king roared in agony and madness.
"Roar!"
"Vile creature, die!"
A figure descended like a startling swan under the moonlight. With a lift of the hand and a fall of the sword, the beast king's head was pierced straight through.
The figure landed, flicking the blade to shed a few drops of beast blood. Behind them, the massive beast's roar came to an abrupt halt before it crashed heavily to the ground.
The figure slowly turned around, revealing their true face.
"Deacon Wen."
"It's Senior Sister Wen."
Then, another figure leaped from afar, landing in front of the fallen monster. With a spread of five fingers and a flash of light, the mountain-like corpse of the beast vanished in the blink of an eye.
The youth turned back and asked warmly, "Is everyone alright?"
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