Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 722 - 632: Heaven’s Secrets Sect, Encountering a Demon Tide (Combined - )
Chapter 722: Chapter 632: Heaven’s Secrets Sect, Encountering a Demon Tide (Combined Chapter)
Lin Xuan’s squad of six had already embarked on their journey to Fangsu District.
Fangsu District is quite far from Shisu District, with seven other districts in between.
Each district is much larger than a country in the main world, conservatively estimated to be millions of miles apart.
Coupled with the harsh environment in Tianyuan, where gray mist is everywhere, cultivators’ visibility is limited, and dangers from creatures or strange entities may be encountered.
As a result, their speed was not fast.
Without several months of effort, reaching their destination was difficult.
Lou Yi and the others first stepped into Xinsu District, next to Shisu District.
Because the route through this district was relatively familiar, it took only half a month to traverse.
The second district they entered was Shisu.
The air in this district was filled with an unpleasant fishy smell, pervasive and difficult to isolate.
Even someone as composed as Lou Yi couldn’t help but furrow his brow.
Thankfully, the district was enormously vast, and they didn’t encounter anyone along the way, moving swiftly to the third district, Xingsu.
In this district, however, they ran into some trouble.
Because Lin Xuan casually killed a deer-sized rock creature, the commotion attracted its kin.
This was a giant stone deer, towering at three hundred zhang, entirely red as if crafted from crystal.
Its presence exceeded the level of the Trench Patrol Guest ’Mo’, conservatively estimated to have the strength of the peak of the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Platform.
It chased Lou Yi’s group relentlessly, leaving them quite embarrassed.
If Lou Yi hadn’t risked luring it away, considering its apparent low intelligence, there might have been casualties.
Ultimately, they passed through this area with lingering anxiety but safely enough.
The fourth, Yisu District, was guarded by the Demon Clan.
The mist here was gray-red, and its effect of obscuring vision and five senses was notably stronger than in the districts of the Human Race.
The group learned from experience and refrained from provoking local creatures recklessly.
Yet, unexpectedly, they encountered a limping old fox demon on the way, whose eyes burned with intense hatred upon seeing Lou Yi and the group.
It turned out, the fox demon’s limp was the handiwork of Elder Gui a hundred years ago.
The old fox demon then summoned friends and a swarm of demon experts to chase and attack Lin Xuan’s squad desperately.
Fortunately, the Trench Patrol Guest of this district did not intervene, and both Lou Yi and Lin Xuan were experts at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Platform.
With considerable injuries, they barely managed to escape the district.
“Oh dear, things feel out of the ordinary.” After escaping Yisu District, Elder Gui wiped sweat from his forehead and exclaimed, “Why does it feel like our luck is getting worse?”
Upon hearing this, Lou Yi’s heart was stirred, and he immediately invoked his fortune-telling talent.
The next moment, his expression became grim.
In the vision after using the talent, numerous light clusters appeared in the void before him, in colors red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.
The central red cluster represented Lou Yi himself, while the others of varying colors and sizes represented people he had interacted with.
Threads connecting the clusters indicated his causal links with those people, some thick, some thin, some clear, some dark.
But now, these threads appeared disordered and blurry.
’Someone is calculating against me, disrupting the cosmic balance?’ Lou Yi felt a chill, unsure what kind of enemy he had encountered.
However, the opponent likely did not know his true identity, only interfering and plotting against him based on some clues.
’Who could it be, has a Golden Core intervened?’ Lou Yi sensed that the adversary’s skill in fortune-telling should surpass his.
’Could it be that a Golden Core Master has intervened? But isn’t it nearly impossible for Golden Core Masters to enter the first layer of Tianyuan?’
Just as Lou Yi intended to use his fortune-telling and disguise talents to correct the causal threads and reduce the opponent’s impact,
He suddenly felt discomfort and instinctively stopped.
’The opponent might be waiting for this response.’
’Then I shall take no action and observe the changes.
But in the coming days, I must be extra cautious.’
The causal threads in the void ahead began slowly returning to normal even without any intervention from Lou Yi.
After all, disrupting cosmic balance is no easy task, and the opponent cannot maintain it indefinitely.
Once this period passes, things will return to normal.
Meanwhile, when Lou Yi discovered he was being schemed against, tens of thousands of miles away,
In a region filled with ruins and huge craters, two people floated in the air on flying magical artifacts, meticulously investigating.
One wore a bronze mask, etched with intricate patterns of tortoises and snakes.
He was clad in a luxurious black Daoist robe with gold trim, his aura deep and obscure, evidently surpassing the level of the Trench Patrol Guest ’Mo’.
The other was an elderly white-haired man holding a horsetail whisk.
His faded Daoist robe, washed pale with age, made him look kindly and smiling, like a gentle neighborly elder.
Despite this, the masked man’s attitude toward the elder was rather respectful.
“Master You, have you determined who killed Mo?”
The whisk-holding elder shook his head and replied, “The perpetrator is meticulous, not only destroying evidence of the battle here but also disturbing the cosmic fabric, making it difficult to trace.”
“What, this individual can even disrupt the cosmic balance!” The masked man exclaimed, “In this world, isn’t it only the disciples of your Celestial Sect who can perform causal techniques before reaching Golden Core?”
“I am also contemplating their true identity… this suddenly reminds me of an old affair.” The whisk-holding elder squinted his eyes,
