Volume 2: The Supreme Master Chapter 59: The Old Man of Tian Huang

  His divine sense stirred, and he felt that there was something hidden in the light that was about to emerge. However, at this moment, his spiritual power had not fully recovered, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only close his eyes, concentrate his mind, and recover his internal spiritual power. When he opened his eyes again, the ray of light had quietly disappeared without a trace.

  In the farthest north of the heavens!

  In a nondescript rubble mountain valley, an ancient stone house was built on the southwest slope.

  The stone house is all made of original stones, square, round, triangular and long strips. These original stones are stacked according to their original appearance, each in its place, forming a rustic stone house.

  In a mountain valley of about ten miles in circumference, many strange spirits are lurking, snakes, lizards, cats, foxes, one-legged golden-eyed lions, and spirit monkeys.

  These ferocious beasts were originally supposed to be fierce and untamed, but here they are unusually tame, like domesticated sheep in a farm fence, looking very strange.

  Even the person standing in front of the stone house was dull and stupid, with a face that seemed to be a withered and rotten wooden stake about to die. But if you looked closely at this person, you would definitely find that this dull and expressionless old man had an uncontrollable fear in his eyes.

  He stood in front of the stone house like a candle flame in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment.

  After a while, an emaciated old man walked out of the stone house.

  The old man's hair was gray and white, but his skin was rosy and delicate, like that of an infant. His eyes were even more extraordinary, with a sharp, piercing gaze that seemed to gleam from within, exuding an aura of authority without ever raising his voice.

  An old man standing in front of the wooden house saw a ruddy old man walking out of the stone house and immediately went forward, saying: "A-Huang pays his respects to the master!"

  The old man who walked out of the house was actually the Tian Huang Old Man, and the old man in front of him was a human-shaped Kuang Ou that he had refined using a sinister method. This Kuang Ou is not much different from a puppet, it's just easier to refine than a puppet.

  The old man of Tian Huang narrowed his eyes and gazed at the vast sky above, as if he hadn't heard what Huang said, while the surrounding spiritual beasts all lay flat on the ground, not daring to make any slight movement.

  After a moment, Tian Huang Lao finally turned his head and asked slowly: "How is this Zhang Hao still alive? Didn't he die before I entered the pass last time?"

  Always bowing his head in front of the old man Tian Huang, Ah Rong said: "Last time he really died, but I don't know why he came back to life!"

  "How interesting! How interesting! A cultivator who didn't even manage to refine a Golden Elixir actually died and came back to life, this is something that hasn't happened in the Tian Huang for several hundred years!"

  The old man in front of the wooden house immediately knelt down and hastily said, "I am telling the truth, I dare not have any deceitful intentions!"

  The old man of Tian Huang suddenly looked at the wild land below with a wicked gaze and slowly said, "Since every word is true, why must you be anxious and uneasy, get up and speak!"

  "Yes! Master!" Ah Ran said as he scrambled up from the ground, standing upright with a fearful expression, not daring to make any slight movement.

  The old man of Tian Huang saw Ahuang crawl up from the ground, turn his head and say: "This child is just a spoiled dandy, no need to worry too much. But last night, I calculated the heavenly machine and couldn't calculate this person's fate. My spies hidden in the Seven Gates of Cultivation have already sent me news that someone has doubts about my true purpose of guarding Tian Huang. You and Ahuang secretly investigate this child's whereabouts and report to me at any time!"

  Huahai said, "The message from Huahuo's token says that this child has not come out since entering the Tianjian Peak. There is a strange prohibition inside the Hongchen Sword Sect, which seems to be related to the legendary Emperor Xiao. Neither I nor Huahuo dare to cross it, fearing that it will cause panic among ordinary cultivators. Moreover, the realm of Murong Xue on the Tianfeng Peak is not low, and we cannot act rashly!"

  The old man Tian Huang looked up at the sky above his head, and his eyebrows suddenly furrowed slightly. A hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, but he immediately turned around and said: "If he is closed for cultivation, it's a good thing. I'm afraid this child is no longer on the Tianshan Peak, which is more troublesome!"

  "Don't worry, master! If he leaves the Tian Huang realm, the guards at the entrance of the Tian Mo Valley will definitely notice something!"

  The old man Tian Huang coldly laughed and said: "If he leaves from underground, what can you do!"

  "Down!" Ah Ran's expression changed greatly as he muttered to himself, for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

  The old man sighed and said, "All seven doors of the Xiūzhēn are wolves in sheep's clothing. If any one of them finds out about the secret treasure here, there will be no peace in this Tiān Huāng Jìng anymore, and our plan will also fall apart. We have been exploring this Tiān Huāng Jìng for so many years without finding any signs of it, but instead, we found some suspicious clues that suggest the treasure might be hidden in the Tiān Mó Gǔ. If the treasure is indeed there, I'm afraid our power won't be enough to compete with the Xiūzhēn seven doors!"

  The old man's eyes flickered uncertainly as he finished speaking, as if pondering some sinister plot.

  The old man of the wild fell into deep thought, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

  "Master! What should we do in this situation?"

  The old man of Tianhuang came back to his senses and said slowly:

  "In the vast expanse of 3,000 miles, you'd better not provoke! Although the Ice Profound Dragon has been locked down by the Fulong Xuan Iron Chain and its spiritual power suppressed by the Luohe God Stone, it can only exert one-tenth to one-twelfth of its strength. However, it's not an ordinary object after all. If the Seven Gates of Cultivation want to subdue it, there's only a 30% chance. We absolutely cannot become the vanguard that paves the way for our own demise!"

  "Yes! Master!" Huang Yi replied respectfully, and then said, "Lun Kong Huan Ying Zhen Fa!" Although it was set up, the outside world couldn't see the strange phenomenon in the sky above Tian Huang, but the Seven Gates of Cultivation weren't to be trifled with...

  "Huang said, then paused and continued: 'Huang Er, Huang San, and I will go together to connect the earth veins in Tian Huang with the small spiritual veins of each school, forming a large array of the Heavenly Cycle. Not only can it cover up the eyes and ears of others, but also calm the hearts of those cultivators!'"

  The old man nodded slightly and said faintly, "The Tian Huang vein and the various small spiritual veins are connected in one breath, not only can they increase the spiritual energy of the cultivator's sect, but also make it more convenient for you to monitor, and it is also the foundation for opening the sacrifice array. You have done a good job with this matter, but now is the crucial moment, don't be careless, everything must be done with caution, and don't let those low-level cultivators discover our purpose!"

  "Don't worry, master! I'll be careful!" Ah Ran said, then lowered his head and stood silently in the valley.

  The old man Tian Huang looked up at the sky again and said faintly, "Go! I'll go take a look at Wu Chi!" After finishing speaking, the old man Tian Huang transformed into a golden light and disappeared.

  The old man walked away, then bowed a few times before getting up from the ground and heading out of the valley.

  In the dimly lit cave, a thick bloody smell wafted through the air. A middle-aged man with a weathered face, wearing a crimson Taoist robe, was carving on a corpse with a small knife.

  A middle-aged man with a weathered face, his expression focused, his hands moving smoothly, as if the corpse in his hands was not a dead body, but a delicate work of art.

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