Hmm?
What was going on?
The six elders present at the venue could not help but be taken aback.
They looked at Zhang Sanjian, who had torn through the dark mist and was walking over. For a while, they could not figure out what was going on. Why had the Sect Lord suddenly appeared at this place?
The distance between the Sol Sword Sect and the Empyrean Sword Sect was not small!
And in today's plan to invade the Sol Sword Sect, Zhang Sanjian had claimed that he needed to heal his injuries. That was why he hadn't participated in the operation…
But why had he appeared at this place?
Taking a closer look, they realized that after the faint dark mist dissipated, at that very location, the Empyrean Sword Sect's territory had appeared!
How was that possible?!
They were shocked.
"Could it be that… after the stone statue binds itself to an owner, the dark mist shifts both places to one location?"
The layer of dark mist completely dissipated revealing the full view of the Empyrean Sword Sect. There was the towering Empyrean Peak, the training ground, the Small Scripture Repository...
This…
The elders had a solemn look on their faces. As they looked at each other, they could see the shock and bewilderment in each other's eyes.
"These rules in the dark mist, in what kind of unknown way are they formulated and with what kind of energy are they driven…?"
"Spatial shifting? Connecting the two places directly using the dark mist as a medium? Or did it alter the topography by shrinking land to an inch...?"
"The Statue of Sol was changed into the Sword Lord Statue by a mysterious force…"
"The annexment can be performed immediately with just a drop of blood from a sect's main line. This… the existence who created such a rule… is it a living entity or a… Path, born of the realm itself?"
If it was a living entity…
Everyone at present could not help but break out in goosebumps. That was way too terrifying.
"Traitor, what the hell happened? Why are those old geezers mumbling to themselves?"
Zhan Sanjian was confused by what was happening.
Shen Changge glanced at him indifferently.
He then turned around and left.
Zhang Sanjian, "???"
This little gnat. Why do I feel more and more like he's belittling me? When this kid was messing around with me in the past, he would still have great respect in his eyes! But now… that feeling of disdain gave Zhang Sanjian the urge to tear Shen Changge's face apart.
But right now, Shen Changge was also a little shaken on the inside.
After he had dripped his blood onto the statue, the dark mist was able to use some kind of strange special ability to shift the statue to the vicinity of the main statue!
This…
Was a little incredible.
The blood of the main line…
Suddenly, he felt like the Empyrean Sword Sect and all of the sects that had fallen into the dark mist had now become a small group, and the object that was limiting this group was the Empyrean Sword Sect's Sword Lord Statue!
At that moment, the disciples of the Sol Sword Sect in the distance suddenly felt a little dizzy, seemingly uncomfortable.
"Drip your blood onto the Sword Lord Statue!"
One of the elders' eyes flickered.
After the disciples dripped their blood, the discomfort in their bodies vanished immediately.
Blood dripping…
He suddenly remembered that when he first entered the Empyrean Sword Sect, there was indeed an entry ceremony. People would drip their blood on the sect's statue, and Shen Changge, being the sect's main line as the disciple of the Sect Lord himself, had even spilled an entire bowl of blood on it.
After that, Shen Changge felt dizzy and frail for an entire week.
But later on, Shen Changge always felt as though the old man had c*cked him back then…
That was to say that, at present, the Statue of Sol had officially become the Empyrean Sword Sect's second Sword Lord statue. Now that the Empyrean Sword Sect was in possession of two Sword Lord statues, he wondered if a sect's level was limited by how many statues that they owned that represented them.
But the Empyrean Sword Sect had a main sect… and everyone was using the same Sword Lord statue…
Shen Changge could not help but sigh.
At that moment.
The entire Empyrean Sword Sect was brimming with curiosity about this place that had suddenly appeared next to the Empyrean Sword Sect!
"An Assaulting Sword Pavilion? Oh, my goodness! There are Assaulting Swords in there! If I can get an Assaulting Sword… my power level will be greatly improved!"
"There's also a training ground that is slightly larger and another Small Scripture Repository. I wonder if the Sol Sword Sect's Sol Sword Manual is in there. It is said that the Falling Sun technique contained within the Sol Sword Manual is a Truth Return level sword art!"
For a while, the disciples were extremely excited.
…
Within the sect.
"The dark mist surely is strange. It actually possesses such power. Do you think that this is a shift of space or a change of topography?"
While on patrol duty, two disciples kept on discussing the changes that had happened in the sect that day.
"Yeah, it's really strange. The dark mist, the statues… I also heard that the extremely mysterious Mist Dwellers were involved, too…"
"Sigh. No matter the case, our sect is constantly becoming stronger and thriving right now. This is a good thing for us."
The two disciples revealed a smile.
Evidently, with the sect's continuous growth in power, it made them feel more and more safe.
But suddenly, that disciple's eyes froze!
"Hey! You cannot relieve yourself at random places like that in our sect!"
"Where are your manners!"
The two were pissed. What kind of behavior was that? How could this person relieve himself like that?
That person was standing away from them and facing towards the woods. They could not see exactly what he looked like. The only thing they could see was his extremely loose robe dancing in the wind. His entire person seemed wobbly, but he had not seemed to hear them speaking. Caring about nothing but himself, he was over there doing his natural yet unsightly thing.
"You!"
The two disciples strode over and one of them immediately clapped his hand on the person's shoulder.
Bam!
Like a scarecrow, the person was extremely puffy. When the disciple's palm landed, the person's shoulder immediately collapsed. A cloud of substances that looked like dust and mist rose, choking them and making their expressions look extremely ugly.
"What the hell?"
"Wait!"
All of a sudden, the two were spooked!
"This is… Junior Brother Zhang Tong who just stepped into the Enlightenment stage… I was just helping him suppress his meridians so that he could ascend to the Enlightenment stage a few days ago… What… what is going on here?!"
This person's name was Zhang Tong, an acquaintance of both of them and a fairly talented young man. He had just recently stepped into the Enlightenment stage. But…
He was dead?
Besides, the state of his death was extremely strange. It felt as if he had been emptied of his vitality, drained of water, and turned into a dried-up corpse. That was also why his shoulders crumbled immediately with the strike of a palm…
"Demon?"
Only demons could leave someone in such an eerie state upon death. It was extremely horrifying!
"Are there still demons within the sect? This won't do! We have to hurry up and report this to the great master!"
The two quickly left the area.
After their departure, a figure slowly stepped out from the sides. He could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. At that moment, his face looked hideous and was covered in a cold sweat and his eyes seemed slightly red. Should one look at his eyes closely, one would even notice tiny pinhole-sized holes in them that looked extremely bizarre.
At that moment, he forcefully pressed against his sleeves.
But gradually, his facial expressions became more relaxed. He shook his body gently and a horrifying energy, scarlet in color, surged and spread outward...
At that moment, his aura had already risen to the peak of the Qi Bending stage…
The expression on his face changed from entanglement and pain to excitement and longing...
He licked his own lips.
Ji Ling smiled.