Chapter 505: They Cant All Be, Right?

Chapter 505: They Can't All Be, Right?

"Back then, you were just a village boy, nearly made into a puppet by Xuan Yinzi. I saw your immense potential and, out of compassion, persuaded him to take you on as a disciple.

"After that, you quickly rose within the sect while the opposite happened to Xuan Yinzi. He was losing the hearts of the people. At that point, I noticed your intentions to revolt and offered to help you approach the True Form of Ksitigarbha.

"I truly didn't expect you to be so ruthless. To gain the recognition of the True Form of Ksitigarbha, you severed a part of yourself, discarding all your goodness and becoming a vessel of pure evil. From that moment on, you earned the acknowledgment of the True Form of Ksitigarbha, severely wounding Xuan Yinzi in the fight for the Great Dao of the Profound Darkness, ultimately achieving Heavenly Origin.

"You promised me that once you comprehended the Great Dao of the Profound Darkness, you would help me resurrect my son. But when you had the opportunity to do so, you broke your promise."

Granny Meng confronted the sect leader of the Dark King Sect with a stern and chilling look.

"Lin Poyun, since I helped you ascend to this position, I also have the power to take you down. You probably didn't expect that the remnant of goodness you severed back then would survive and evolve into a mortal of pure goodness, later becoming a disciple of Noble Dharma at the Holy Mountain in the Northern Regions."

The bald monk alongside her watched with eyes full of empathy and compassion.

No one could have guessed that the kind-hearted and benevolent Master Wu'e of Holy Mountain was actually the infamous sect leader of the Dark King Sect.

After becoming a disciple of Noble Dharma, Monk Wu'e devoted himself to cultivation and attained the power of a seventh-realm Eminent One.

If it were an ordinary seventh-realm cultivator, the sect leader of the Dark King Sect wouldn't have any reason to fear this monk. However, he felt that this monk was more challenging to deal with than any cultivator who had attained the Heavenly Origin.

From the first moment he saw the monk, he felt a surge of thoughts infiltrating his mind, as if another consciousness with its own reasoning was attempting to take control of his mind.

"No... Impossible." The sect leader of the Dark King Sect shook his head vigorously. "Even if good and evil repel each other, I should be the one to devour you. How can your consciousness dominate mine? It must be Noble Dharma; that old fool must have done something somehow."

"I promised Noble Dharma that I would give half of the Breath of the Yellow Springs to the Whale-Riding Immortal and use the other half to resurrect my son. After that, I will become a nun and cultivate on the Holy Mountain, no longer concerning myself with any affairs of the diabolical sect," Granny Meng said, her voice as cold as the biting wind. "Lin Poyun, if you do not leave now, you will die."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Within the time it took to say those few words, multiple beams of light descended upon the scene. The hall masters of the Four Halls of Darkness arrived, all looking on in disbelief at what was happening.

"Heheh..." The sect leader of the Dark King Sect chuckled softly twice.

Today marked yet another severe blow to the diabolical sect.

Since the battle at Mount Shu, the Dark King Sect had yet to regain its strength, and now this setback had once again plunged it back into a dire situation.

He didn't care about any of his subordinates; as long as he obtained the Breath of the Yellow Springs, it wouldn't matter if all these small fry died.

However, in light of the current situation, with the righteous sects already present and Monk Wu'e influencing from the sidelines, even with the True Form of Ksitigarbha, he couldn't accomplish much. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only accept this defeat.

"Noble Dharma? Whale-Riding Immortal?" He directed his piercing gaze at Granny Meng, Monk Wu'e, and the Whale-Riding Immortal. "I will remember you."

With that, the sect leader of the Dark King Sect waved his sleeve sharply, "We're leaving!"

His injuries were so severe that he could barely move, making the restoration of his body seem like a distant fantasy. He urgently needed a precious herb to replenish his true essence and qi. Without immediate help, he might die right here.

With no other choice, he could only seek help from others.

As the creator of the Soul Subjugator Token, he possessed the highest authority over it. He could sense any token nearby and send messages to specific holders.

At this moment, only three living individuals on the icefield still had the Soul Subjugator Token.

They were Fifty-Eighth, Fifty-Ninth, and Sixtieth.

Among them, Fifty-Ninth and Sixtieth stood alongside the eighth-realm cultivator who had injured him, clearly having betrayed him.

Only Fifty-Eighth was his sole hope...

He had personally collected every soul flame on the Soul Subjugator Token to guarantee the loyalty of each of his subordinates.

It baffled him why those two would dare to betray him. The only explanation he could think of was that they had been threatened by that eighth-realm cultivator.

As this thought crossed his mind, he ruthlessly extinguished the soul flames of Fifty-Ninth and Sixtieth. With few Soul Subjugators remaining, he had now snuffed out two more. In doing so, the souls of those two traitors were utterly obliterated.

Two traitors are already a lot; it's unlikely that all three of them could be traitors, right? the Violet Gold Marquess thought.

He had reviewed the past messages in the interdimensional domain of the Soul Subjugator Token and it was obvious to him that there was something wrong with Fifty-Ninth and Sixtieth.

They were weird, displaying obvious signs of betrayal.

However, Fifty-Eighth appeared to be a calm, stable, and completely normal Soul Subjugator.

In reality, it was difficult for Violet Gold Marquess to fully trust a subordinate he had never met. But who else could he contact now?

If he remained here until nightfall and encountered an icefield demonic beast or a ghost, he would surely die.

The Violet Gold Marquess had a backup plan: he would inform Fifty-Eighth of a location not far from his current position. If Fifty-Eighth arrived alone, he would disclose his actual location. However, if there were others following, he would conceal his presence.

After a thoughtful pause, the Violet Gold Marquess sent a private message to Fifty-Eighth.

[Violet Gold Marquess]: "I have suffered some minor injuries. Bring some pills and spirit plants to me; I will be waiting at the top of the glacier, eighty li east of Fengya Mountain."

[Violet Gold Marquess]: "The Eastern-Route Guider has died. If you succeed this time, I will appoint you as the new Guider."

[Violet Gold Marquess]: "Proceed with caution."

1. It's the same type of ice used to make Ancient Mysterious-Ice Coffin. Previously Ancient Profound Ice Coffin. We changed it to Mysterious-Ice Coffin because profound ice sounds weirder... ☜