Feiyun had heard Monk Maitreya talk about this existence before. It was on the same level as the Grand Sovereign.

Ji Haotian looked at his broken saber still stained with ghost energy. They looked like black snakes latching on like leeches with a chilling aura.

“I haven’t seen the two lords from Sacred Palace but can still have a general estimation of their power. This lord of Peakless is not that far behind them.” Haotian said.

Feiyun only quietly listened.

“Just a claw avatar was enough to break my saber. Hmm, if I wasn’t wounded, maybe I would be able to fight against its true form.” He continued.

Haotian sounded proud yet lonely. His energy pulsed in a chaotic manner, from high to low. Something certainly happened to his body.

“That lord attacked for the Sacred Spirit Scripture?” Feiyun asked.

“The Grave Palace Treasure Seeking Record is the nemesis of these creatures, strangely very beneficial as well, similar to the Dao Scripture and Golden Silkworm Scripture for human cultivators. The record used to be in our clan’s possession so we ruled over the two worlds with the Yang King and the Yin Mother. Unfortunately, it was stolen and our clan declined from then on. This lord must be stealing the scripture in order to increase his cultivation before the calamity.” Haotian nodded.

Those at the Nirvana realm could read the changes in the future. They were aware of the incoming disaster.

Feiyun didn’t pry any further because this was currently above his reaches. He was too weak right now, not even an ant in comparison.

“Maybe I shouldn’t talk to you about this stuff, let’s talk about Xinnu and Xiaonu. What do you think about them?” Haotian suddenly smiled and changed the topic.

“Miss Xinnu is kind and friendly. She also saved my life. Miss Xiaonu has a strong temperament but isn’t a bad person.” He said.

Suddenly, a monstrous aura with the immensity of the sky suddenly fell on him. He channeled his Buddhist energy and the phoenix physique, only barely managing to stop it.

“Why do you want the Yang Soul Taiji Trigram?” Haotian’s voice became cold.

***

Back below, Ningshuai and the turtle were lying on a boulder and stared at the two up above.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” The turtle quietly asked.

“Does he want to betroth both of his daughters to Feng Feiyun? No way, that’s akin to throwing them into the abyss. He should be picking a good man like me for a son-in-law.” Ningshuai grimaced.

“Hey, he’s turning around… Uhh-ugh…” The turtle suddenly ran after seeing Haotian’s current appearance, frightened.

This was the case for Ningshuai as well. He fled even faster than the turtle.

***

Feiyun was startled. Haotian’s entire front side was obliterated without a single piece of flesh left. He looked like a piece of human-shaped charcoal that was still burning in some places.

No wonder why he didn’t let others see him earlier. These injuries were insane.

“Senior….” Feiyun said.

“I should have died 1,500 years ago but cowardly lived on till now. Hand over the trigram.” Haotian’s voice was hoa.r.s.e. His body started shrinking at a visible rate.

Feiyun tossed the gown over. He took the trigram out and used the rest of his power to refine the trigram into two lamps - one blue and one red.

He gave them back to Feiyun as his body became engulfed in death energy. He said: “Take care of them, and tell them that I felt guilt every day.”

With that, he took one step forward and traveled a thousand miles right away. It didn’t take long before he disappeared from sight.

“Actually a caring man, it’s a shame that this is the end of his life.” Feiyun sighed while standing on the peak with two lamps floating around him.

A man like Ji Haotian didn’t want to die in front of anyone.

The sisters were sad after hearing the news. After all, the man was still their father. He wanted to see them one last time but couldn’t let them see him due to his state. He struggled back before leaving decisively.

“Your father’s life is reaching the end but since he has the Yang Soul Holy Embryo with great life force, maybe he’ll rebirth once more and reach a greater height.” Feiyun consoled.

“Really, that’s possible?” Ji Xiaonu lifted her head and looked quite pitiful.

“Yes.” Feiyun nodded. He knew that this possibility was very low. A Nirvana cultivator could come back from the dead and grow stronger each time but no one would actually try it. One mistake could lead to true death.

Moreover, the First Venerable left behind a terrible curse on Haotian. The guy must have tried rebirth already but couldn’t get rid of it - a testament to how fatal it was.

He simply said it in order to console the two sisters.

After a short rest, Ji Feng came to bid goodbye. He decided to bring the members of the Ji to hide in Wanxiang PaG.o.da for now.

It was considered the number one sacred ground of Jin and had plenty of ancient and mysterious places. The disaster back in the golden age of Buddhism didn’t destroy it. Thus, seeking asylum there wasn’t a bad choice.

“The chaos had started and Central Royal is engulfed in war now. I saw nothing but carnage over yonder. It"s spreading here.” Long Cangyue didn’t go with that group.

She wore a tight black robe that accentuated her figure. She was just scouting just now and saw the areas thousands of miles away.

“Sigh, my spirit stones are gone, this 300,000 from the Ji is still far from enough.” Ningshuai lamented.

“Maybe there is another place for 2,000,000 stones.” Feiyun pondered.

“You want to rob Sacred Spirit Palace? Go yourself, I want no part of this.” Ningshuai shuddered.

“They might not be the richest, don’t forget about the Yin Gou.” Feiyun shook his head.

“True, they’re famous for their wealth and have wards all over the five dynasties.” Ningshuai became interested again. He has been wanting to try but never got a chance to go there.

The armies were incoming so the Yin Gou would be caught in the war soon enough.

They must get the spirit stones before the siege. Feiyun also thought about something else - a beauty. He eventually shook his head and focused on other things.

As they moved onward, the turtle suddenly leaped ahead and started selling boulders at a faster pace. It looked forward and took a bite of a rock, completely crus.h.i.+ng it.

“Is it going crazy?” Ningshuai got far away, not wanting to be bitten.

“It’s a turtle, not a dog.” Little Demoness said while Whitey barked too.

She frowned and pulled on its ear: “You’re a kitty, stop barking, so disobedient.”

The turtle led the way and got them side-tracked. They arrived at a peak filled with death. The mud here was red like blood with a strange smell.

The vegetation and trees have turned black. One could see skeletons running out of this area.

A vine coiled around Ningshuai and nearly dragged him away. Fortunately, Cangyue cut it down with her sword technique.

He shook with fear and stopped the turtle by placing a big boulder on its sh.e.l.l: “This b.a.s.t.a.r.d is trying to lead us to our death!”

The turtle hid in its sh.e.l.l so Ningshuai couldn’t do anything to it.

Feiyun became serious and used his heavenly gaze to a.n.a.lyze the surroundings. He quickly found a monstrous and evil presence inside a cave up on a cliff. This aura turned the cliff into a red hue, almost like a mirror of blood.

“It’s the First Venerable’s aura, it’s hiding here.” Feiyun recalled his gaze, afraid of being spotted.

It had taken the Spirit Treasure Scripture but was nearly killed by Haotian. It chose to hide here and let the aura of death in this place cure its injuries.

The turtle was following its aura and found this place.