Just as they reached the exit, before the two men and one dog could climb up, a massive boom shook the area.
The entire space began to collapse, and the blast of air sent Lu Ming and the others flying upward.
By the time they recovered, they saw that the entire imperial mausoleum was gone.
It had collapsed completely into the space below, buried under the earth.
Standing on the ruins, Lu Ming didn't even know how to comfort Huang Tianbao.
After all, this was something very few people had ever experienced.
He even suspected that Huang Tianbao's special physique had flared up again.
Not even letting his ancestors rest in peace after death.
Huang Tianbao stared at the scene before him and blinked.
“It's fine... It's fine... It's just buried down there. A burial is a burial, no matter how it happens... Hehe...”
Hearing this, Lu Ming's lips twitched. He had to admit, the guy was pretty good at self-consolation.
“Senior brother, let's leave quickly before someone comes,” Huang Tianbao urged.
“Alright,” Lu Ming agreed. Just as he was about to take out the spirit boat—
“Hehehe...”
Just then, a raspy, broken laugh that clearly belonged to a villain echoed from nearby.
Then, Lu Ming saw a billow of black mist rolling toward them, carrying an icy, chilling aura.
A figure slowly emerged from the mist.
The old man wore a loose black robe embroidered with faint skull patterns. His face was pitted and scarred...
...looking as if someone had splashed acid all over it.
His eyes showed far more white than pupil, radiating a cold and eerie gaze.
As the old man's gaze swept over them, Lu Ming felt as though the surrounding air had frozen solid.
Then, an overwhelming pressure crashed down upon them.
Lu Ming felt the spiritual energy in his body grind to a halt.
Not only that, but he was instantly rendered completely immobile.
Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat. He had run into a real powerhouse—the kind who could wipe him out with a wave of a hand, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
But he had no idea who this person was.
Could it be an elder from the sect of the two people who had just died, coming for revenge?
No, even if he were beaten to death, he would never admit to it.
While Lu Ming's thoughts raced, the old man reached out, and Huang Tianbao was instantly pulled to his side.
“A top-grade Nether Spirit Root, naturally attuned to death energy and yin energy...”
At this, a smile uglier than a crying face appeared on the old man's face.
“Little kid, are you willing to take me as your master and join our Ten Thousand Souls Sect? Your Nether Spirit Root is perfect for our Ten Thousand Souls Sect's techniques...”
Lu Ming, who had been worrying about Huang Tianbao, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As long as he wasn't trying to kill Huang Tianbao, it was fine. He just wondered how many days this sect would survive after taking Huang Tianbao in.
But how did Huang Tianbao suddenly get a spiritual root? And a rare Nether Spirit Root at that.
Hearing the old man's words, Huang Tianbao swallowed hard.
“He... He... Thank you for your appreciation, Senior, but I already have a sect...”
“Quit it!” the old man's cold voice rang out.
The moment the words left his mouth, he reached out and snatched the identity token from Huang Tianbao's waist.
“Qingshan Sect? Never heard of it...”
With a sudden squeeze, he crushed the identity token in his hand.
“No!”
Seeing his token crushed, Huang Tianbao couldn't help but cry out.
This was the first sect that hadn't looked down on him.
And he had two senior brothers who treated him incredibly well.
“There. Now you don't have a sect anymore. You can join our Ten Thousand Souls Sect!”
Hearing this, Huang Tianbao was originally prepared to reject him, even if it meant death.
However, looking down at the immobilized Lu Ming and Big Yellow, he realized what would happen if he refused.
Would this old man kill his senior brother and the others?
Forget it. I'll join this sect for now. Once my cultivation is complete, I'll destroy this sect.
With this thought, Huang Tianbao looked at the old man. Though terrified, he spoke up:
“I can join your sect, but you must let my two senior brothers go.”
He swallowed hard and added:
“Otherwise, I would rather die than join the Ten Thousand Souls Sect.”
After saying this, Huang Tianbao glared at him.
The black-robed old man looked down, seeing only a Foundation Establishment cultivator and a 2nd-rank dog below.
“Fine, I promise you,” the old man rasped.
Two ants were of no consequence. He could crush them anytime he wanted.
There was no need to make his new disciple unhappy.
Besides, this was an excellent vessel. If the need arose, he even could possess him.
Even if he didn't possess him, raising him would be highly beneficial.
With him, the Ten Thousand Souls Sect might even become the number one demonic sect in the Northern Province.
Thus, the old man agreed to Huang Tianbao's condition without hesitation.
“Senior brother, Second Senior Brother, take care of yourselves. Once my cultivation is complete, I'll come back to find you.”
Hearing Huang Tianbao's words, the black-robed old man let out a cruel smirk.
Come back? Do you think you can just wander back once you become a demonic cultivator?
By then, you'd probably be wiped out by the so-called righteous path the moment you showed your face.
Lu Ming wanted to say a few words in response to Huang Tianbao's farewell.
But before he could speak, the black-robed man swept his sleeve, and they vanished into thin air.
“Tsk, what's so great about that? I'll reach that level in the future too, and I'll even surpass you...”
“Woof, woof!?”
Big Yellow wagged its tail and nudged Lu Ming, as if asking, What do we do about Junior Brother?
Lu Ming sighed and spoke with deep sympathy:
“Once our third junior brother jinxes them all to death, we'll go and bring him back.”
“Did they really think they could withstand our junior brother's power without a protagonist like me to suppress his bad luck...?”
Big Yellow's eyes lit up. Oh right, how could I forget about that?
“Let's go back to the sect... I brought back so many things, the Grand Elder and the others will definitely be thrilled!”
With that, Lu Ming wasted no more time and took out his spirit boat.
Clank, clank... Chug, chug...
Sparks flew and lightning crackled as the spirit boat shot forward.
Not long after Lu Ming and his group left, an elder wearing the robes of the Haoran Sect arrived at the scene, radiating intense killing intent.
As it turned out, after the Sect Master of the Haoran Sect returned to his sect,
he was still worried about Ye Fan's safety, so he had dispatched a Soul Transformation stage cultivator to secretly watch over him.
Staring at the ruins, the elder frowned.
Just now, on his way to find Ye Fan, he had received a sound transmission talisman from the Sect Master.
Ye Fan, the disciple with a top-grade spiritual root, was dead.
The elder was so furious he nearly spat blood. That was a top-grade spiritual root!
If nurtured properly, their Haoran Sect might have become the number one sect in the Eastern Province.
“Who on earth did this?”
With a dark face, the elder used his divine sense to scan the area over and over again.
According to the guidance of the identity token, the person should have been right here!
Boom...
Just then, the elder discovered a female corpse buried beneath the soil.
Circulating his spiritual energy, the elder pulled the corpse straight up to the surface.
Looking at the female corpse's features, the elder's brow furrowed. Why does this female corpse look somewhat like the granddaughter of Old Ghost Jiang from the Dingyuan Sect?
Boom! Boom!
Just then, the clouds in the distance surged, and a Soul Transformation stage cultivator with blood-red eyes and a murderous aura rushed over.
“So it was you! You're the one who killed my granddaughter!”
Boom!
A violent attack slammed directly toward the Haoran Sect elder.
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