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Zuo Dao's approach seemed promising, but he knew there was a significant flaw. Now, his opponent had seized upon it. The once supportive forces had become the greatest burden for Xuming Hall. Fortunately, after the incident at Xuming Hall, there were not many who truly extended a helping hand.
The mysterious forces' blockade was highly effective, and soon Master Situ felt the pressure. Some of the factions that had previously offered assistance began to suffer setbacks. Although the losses weren't substantial, they were ultimately caused by Xuming Hall.
Thanks to Zuo Dao's intervention, Xuming Hall managed to halt its decline and gained the upper hand in the subsequent War. To outsiders, it appeared as a remarkable turnaround, but Master Situ knew it was all just a facade. He wanted to vent his frustrations but found himself powerless to do so.
He couldn't understand why Zuo Dao had pulled Xuming Hall back from the brink only to leave it suspended in mid-air. The helplessness of Xuming Hall went unnoticed by outsiders; they merely thought that Xuming Hall's actions were utterly unethical.
In order to protect Xuming Hall's reputation, Master Situ reluctantly dispatched a Squad, but unexpectedly, as soon as the Squad was sent out, one of their halls fell. This forced him to recall the Squad and attempt to reclaim lost ground. After several such instances, Xuming Hall's vulnerabilities became glaringly obvious.
Everyone realized that Xuming Hall was now merely surviving and lacked the strength to expand its Battle efforts. Consequently, a strange phenomenon emerged regarding Void Bright.
The mysterious forces surrounded Xuming Hall without launching an attack, and other factions lost their willingness to offer assistance. The instigator of this situation—Young Master Zuo—had hidden himself deep within the palace's library, engrossed in ancient texts.
"This opponent is quite interesting," remarked the prince during another gathering of the mysterious forces, seated high in his hall.
"I wonder what Wind and Moon Envoy thinks about this?"
Wind and Moon Envoy understood what the prince was asking but felt equally perplexed. Given that person's methods, such a decision seemed unlikely unless there was a greater plan in place.
Despite considering every possibility, he found no meaning behind the opponent's actions. More importantly, this series of maneuvers did not align with that person's usual style.
"Regardless of whether it's him or not, you must not be careless. News has come in that Xuming Hall's White Robe Squad can be mass-produced; however, we don't know why they are strictly controlling the Squad's numbers. If they truly possess a large number of White Robe Squads, our plans for Void Bright could be jeopardized."
The cultivator known as the prince rubbed his temples in frustration.
"Your Highness, if you're tired, you should rest. There's no need to worry too much; we've waited this long already; we can afford to wait a little longer." A gentle voice came from beside him.
"Your Highness... this plan is already quite perfect; Xuming Hall is merely one part of it," spoke the cultivator seated second to the left of the prince.
However, his words drew a cold glare from the prince.
"Everyone disperse. Let’s proceed as planned, Wind and Moon Envoy. Contact the Hou Family to expedite their infiltration into various regions. Also, mobilize the Starry Guard."
The prince's words made the Wind and Moon Envoy shudder involuntarily.
"Your Highness, have you made a decision?"
The prince replied, "Time is running out. Our actions have already attracted some attention. Remember to remind them to keep it clean."
The Wind and Moon Envoy responded, "I believe this is not the best time."
"I understand your concerns, but some matters cannot wait." The prince's displeasure was evident.
The cultivators below sensed the prince's dissatisfaction and turned their gazes toward the Wind and Moon Envoy, a hint of schadenfreude in their expressions.
Hidden beneath his dark robe, the Wind and Moon Envoy's emotions were unreadable.
"I will obey," he said. Just as the prince had stated, some things could not be delayed, and there were matters he could not refuse.
After leaving the grand hall, the Wind and Moon Envoy couldn't help but reflect on everything that had transpired during this time.
For him and his companions, arriving in this strange land felt both unfamiliar and oddly familiar. It was a deeply contradictory feeling that stirred within him. There was a time when he felt utterly lost, constantly questioning his own identity.
Until one day, a group of people found them. He didn’t know how they had located him; he only knew their methods were incredibly effective. They were scattered throughout the courtyard but were gathered together by these mysterious individuals.
From that moment on, they understood their mission and their origins. They were descendants of an exiled generation.
This generation dedicated their lives to efforts aimed at returning home, burdened with a deep grudge against the Blood Sea, united by a common goal.
Their name is - The Pursuers.
From the moment they left the court, their lives no longer belonged to them. They spent their entire lives chasing hope, for they were a generation of the exiled.
During a period filled with bloodshed and despair, their ancestors fell one by one, defending their homeland. They bore the weight of an era called "Hope" with their own bodies.
Once, they were the masters of the court; once, they were the rulers of this empty land. But time has passed, and they have been forgotten.
In their eyes, the world now is a dark place; in their eyes, this era is an evil one.
The truth of that ancient war has faded from memory; all that remains is a sea of crimson. That shade of red was once their pride. Yet, as the curtain was about to fall, that crimson was utterly distorted.
When he was summoned by that group to confront the deepest and most genuine memories of his soul, they found a true purpose. It was then that the Wind and Moon Envoy discovered someone had vanished among them.
"I am Tang Fengyue!"
The Wind and Moon Envoy slowly lifted his hood, revealing a resolute yet somewhat shy face to the air.
They are now the tenth generation of the exiled. Nine generations have fallen in foreign lands, yet they have continued to pass down what is most precious in their hearts from one generation to the next.
With his wisdom, he failed to realize that everything happening was premeditated, part of a larger scheme. The more truths he uncovered, the deeper he found himself ensnared.
Yan Zhen—the person most important in the leader's heart, referred to as the elder brother by him, someone who would draw his sword in anger for his brothers—was burdened with so much.
Sometimes he did not know which was real: His Highness or Yan Zhen. It turned out that when he formed Heterodox, those inexplicable summons were actually a connection of beliefs between them.
These people are descendants of sinners exiled from the court.
They do not know what crimes they have committed, yet they have been cast out. During that cleansing, many lost their lives; some important figures were cast down to the lower realms. But some insignificant individuals were left behind.
What Ting did not expect was that the loyalty of these people was far beyond what they had imagined. Generations of continuation, generations of accumulation. By the time it reached their generation, this hatred had been magnified many times over.
Once it erupted, it could even lead to a loss of self.
Tang Fengyue's footsteps were heavy. The setback in the plan caused the usually composed Yan Zhen to lose his composure. He had thought that Yan Zhen would be the most steadfast among them, yet he was the first to fall.
Your Highness, a descendant of the former master of the court. After being stirred by the deepest and truest memories within his heart, he became utterly lost.
The depth of love brings deep pain.
He also knew there was no hope; at least for a hundred generations, they would not see a glimmer of dawn. However, because of Zuo Dao's emergence, their generation appeared in the court. It was also due to Zuo Dao's contributions that these people's hearts began to stir.
The three hundred sixty-five cultivators he handpicked, after being trained by Zuo Dao, became the greatest weapons in their hands.
At the same time, he realized that this group lurking in the court was using them. Yet he could not act; Yan Zhen's changes forced him to endure.
Sitting Forgetting Five—each individual's identity was so special. Initially, Zuo Dao, as the sect leader, taught them many things for the better development of Heterodox.
Now they were using those teachings to stir up a storm throughout the court.
They prided themselves on being the true heirs of the court; they wanted to vindicate themselves and return all the suffering they endured upon their enemies.
After this defeat, many voices had emerged within the organization. Most were directed at him; he knew the reason—it was because of those three hundred sixty-five Starry Guards.
He did not want these people to tarnish Zuo Dao's hard work, but he found that many had changed after arriving at the court.
His strength lay in calculations; he lacked the ability to stop Yan Zhen. He fervently hoped for Zuo Dao's appearance.
In the darkness, he saw an invisible force pulling at them, guiding every step they took forward.
The emergence of the Starry Guard was only a matter of time. What he wanted to do now was minimize the losses. A long period of comfortable living had blinded some people, preventing them from seeing the truth clearly.
Only he sensed that a dark current was surging within the Void Bright. Moreover, this dark current was aimed at "Zhu."
These people's ambitions were vast; once they found him, they were eager to act. However, they still retained enough sense to keep a low profile and not expose themselves to the public eye.
"Zhu" was a spirit, one that sustained them. Tang Fengyue could not blame them; he was one of them.
Yet he remained clear-headed. Earlier in the main hall, he had already sensed Yan Zhen's apprehension towards Zuo Dao. He did not know what kind of sparks would fly when the two met.
All the operational arrangements were led by another person, and Yan Zhen had tacitly approved this behavior. It wasn't until after the Huangshan Hall incident that Yan Zhen realized the mistakes made and called him over at the last minute.
It was only then that he understood how foolish these people had been. Meanwhile, actions were taking place in the Lower Domain, which he found utterly ridiculous.
He did not know if it was due to long-term repression or their self-inflation after witnessing the strength of the Side Door Battle Team, but in his mind, this matter had been doomed to fail from the start.
Those who remained in the court had indeed accomplished much; their perseverance earned his respect. Yet he also knew that this persistence had undergone changes.
Within the "Zhu" organization, two factions had clearly formed: one led by Wang, representing local forces, and another led by Yan Zhen, representing the first generation of Zhu.
The instigator of this War was a descendant of Li Wang from the local faction.
In truth, he understood how the other side thought; he also knew that Yan Zhen had already seen through their intentions. But none of this mattered.
As he continued on his path, his heart gradually settled. Since they had decided to act, they would see it through. Tang Fengyue was someone who would not change his mind once a decision was made.
His heavy footsteps began to lighten. The net had already been cast; although there were many holes in it, he believed that with effort, he could correct these mistakes.
Upon returning to his base, orders began to flow from him, spreading across every domain in the Lower Domain.
"Hmph." In a building known as the Royal Hall, a young-looking Cultivator was conversing with several others.
"Descendants of the Jade Emperor? How laughable. My ancestor Li Wang dedicated his entire life to them, and you can imagine how much effort I, Li Chizha, have put in. They come here and take all our hard work and achievements for themselves."
"Master, that's enough for now," Li Jing gently reassured him. "The court isn't dominated solely by our family; there are still supporters of that person. After all, they are waving the banner of the court's orthodoxy, and their status is quite apparent."
"What exactly is going on with Void Bright? Where did those Squads come from?" Li Chizha calmed himself and shifted the topic to the War.
"According to the information I've received, it seems these battle formations originate from a single individual. This person is very mysterious; few know their identity, only that they are a Bronze Dan Cultivator from Xuming Hall," said a shadowy Cultivator who appeared to float in the void.
"Fourth Uncle, can't even you find out who they are?" Li Chizha asked.
"Their identity is classified information. Xuming Hall has issued a gag order; you know what that means," replied the shadowy Cultivator known as Fourth Uncle.
The gag order from Void Alliance Hall or Doushuai Palace is extremely powerful; generally, it isn't activated for matters of little importance. However, once it is invoked, it becomes a true secret that cannot be uncovered by outsiders.
"Investigate, continue investigating. No matter the cost, we must find that person," Li Chizha roared at this point.
He was well aware of the strength of the Side Door Battle Team; even Squads trained by them were formidable. If he could uncover their training methods, his own power could soar in a short time.
Such immense strength would lay a solid foundation for him to reach the pinnacle of this domain.
The other Cultivators present understood Li Chizha's character well; he could not be obstinate or arrogant. Before Yan Zhen appeared, he had always considered himself the pride of this realm.
"The prince has already activated the counter plan, and the Wind and Moon Envoy has begun executing the remaining actions. The entire plan is now under their control; it's best not to push things too far," Li Yunen remarked. He was technically Li Chizha's third uncle by seniority, but since Li Chizha was the current head of the Li family, he could only offer timely reminders without issuing commands.
"Uncle, don't worry; I still have my sense of proportion in this matter. Causing trouble for Yan Zhen would only create trouble for myself," Li Chizha nodded, indicating that he understood.
"Actually, aside from Void Bright, our operations in other domains have been going very smoothly. Perhaps we can take a step back here and focus our energy on the other domains, and come back to resolve this last," Li Chizha seemed to be reasoning with himself while also suggesting.
"Master, there’s one more thing. His Highness is preparing to deploy the Starry Guard. We need to understand that this will put a lot of pressure on our Squad's reinforcements, considering that their training has always been handled by them."
Li Neng was specifically responsible for War matters within the Li family, and this issue he raised was the biggest challenge facing the Wood-Earth Sect.
"He likely realized something, which is why he’s eager to pull the Starry Guard out. We can't rule out that he genuinely wants to take action," Li Chizha displayed an arrogant demeanor, yet he was a meticulous person, perhaps someone with deep insights.
Yan Zhen's move struck right at their Achilles' heel.
"Let him adjust as he wishes. Right now, we need to seize the time we have left and maximize our gains. Even if we can't achieve our expected goals, at the very least we must plant our thorns in the Lower Domain," Li Chizha contemplated before making his final decision.
"Also, inform the other families to prepare."
This statement was the crux of their discussion. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, everyone understood what Li Chizha meant.
"Yes, Master. We will arrange it immediately." The elders all took their leave.
Once only Li Chizha remained in the grand hall, he finally removed his mask.
"A bunch of old fools, relying on their seniority, dare to point fingers at me," Li Chizha's expression turned somewhat ferocious.
"How is the matter I entrusted you with progressing?" he addressed an empty space in the hall.
"Reporting to the Master, as per your instructions, I have already spread the news. Soon the entire domain will know of their existence," a drifting voice echoed from the void.
"Very good. You may leave now. Also, look into the details of Xuming Hall; we must have that person under our control. If necessary, eliminate them."
"I know what to do."
After a long time, silence enveloped the grand hall once more.
Li Chizha slowly walked back to the Throne and lay down.
At this moment, Zuo Dao had already searched through a vast number of books in the library, yet he found nothing of what he truly wanted. The library was filled with numerous Cultivation Methods and various miscellaneous texts collected by Xuming Hall. However, very few of them were of any help to Zuo Dao.
Nevertheless, Zuo Dao did discover a faint clue among them. This clue, however, was tied to another very important place.
Hell!
If the courtyard could be likened to the body of a Cultivator, then the existence of Hell would represent the Cultivator's Sea of Consciousness.
Yet, this clue was so vague that Zuo Dao could hardly believe it constituted a method.
The conflict with the faction of "Zhu" was about to escalate once again.
The events occurring in the Lower Domain had severely hindered the awakening of the Two Women, and Zuo Dao could no longer restrain himself from drawing his sword.
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