Martial Cultivator-Novel

Chapter 249: Places in the Mist

Distant Wanderer had been in the white mist all along, but his days were not too pleasant. With the deaths of many cultivators, many sect's cultivators could not restrain themselves any longer and wanted to go inside to see what had really happened.

Listening to the clamor, the Distant Wanderer frowned.

An old man came up to Distant Wanderer and lowered his voice, saying, "It seems like we can't contain the situation anymore. What do you think, Brother Daoist?"

Distant Wanderer was invited to preside over this major event, but in reality, he was just a puppet. His words had no real weight in the face of such an important matter. Perhaps he could have held his ground before, but now, even he felt a bit shaken.

He thought about that Chief Enforcer from the Infatuation Daoist Temple he had met earlier, that daoist sage had already entered the mountains. Though his whereabouts were still unknown, it was likely that he had already entered the ruin.

Thinking about it, Distant Wanderer took the initiative and walked over. Daoist Ning Gui and Daoist Mo Ying were standing there, watching the commotion. These two had a calm demeanor and naturally did not get involved.

Seeing Distant Wanderer approach, Daoist Ning Gui spoke first, "You've worked hard, Fellow Daoist Distant Wanderer."

Although the Infatuation Daoist Temple was the number one sect of Daoism, they were not always arrogant, domineering, and reasonable.

Daoist Mo Ying also had a hint of regret on his face, but it was unclear if it was genuine.

Distant Wanderer got straight to the point, "Gentlemen, what do you think at the moment? There have been many casualties inside, and it's likely that some unknown event has really occurred. Fellow cultivators from various sects are understandably concerned."

Daoist Ning Gui smiled and said, "May I ask, Fellow Daoist, if the Myriad Heaven Palace sends cultivators in, how many people can maintain their cultivation?

Similarly from a major sect of Daoism, Daoist Ning Gui naturally knew that places like the Myriad Heaven Palace definitely had some magic artifacts that allows cultivators to maintain their cultivation after entering the ruin. But, most of these items were their sects' treasures, there would not be too many. It was also hard to say whether the Myriad Heaven Palace had already bestowed them upon their sect disciples.

Send a Nepenthe Realm in? Or have a Great Beyond Realm enter?

What happened inside, could it be resolved or not, these were all questions.

Daoist Mo Ying said after a moment of silence. "They are all disciples of our sects, we need answers about what happened inside."

Daoist Ning Gui said, "Entering now, it's hard to say where exactly in the ruin the problem lies."

The white mist was truly bizarre. Many secret techniques could not be used inside. Apart from blocking their cultivation, many other things seemed to be blocked as well. For example, they could not establish connections with their disciples through the magic artifacts they had previously placed on them. It was as if these artifacts had lost their function within the mist.

Distant Wanderer remained silent, and it seemed that while the two daoists' attitudes appeared to be aligned, they had not actually provided any concrete solutions or decisions.

"Fellow Distant Wanderer, we need to take another look at some things. As for the concerns of the other fellow daoists, we naturally understand them too."

Daoist Ning Gui wanted to speak, but swallowed the words back with some difficulty.

Daoist Mo Ying did not say a word.

Distant Wanderer did not say anything, he already understood the two people's concerns.

However, Distant Wanderer also really wanted to know what had happened inside.

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The stone monuments around the cemetery had collapsed, turning into ruins. Inside, there were corpses everywhere, and the ground was littered with white bones. This place truly resembled a real hell.

Fortunately, some cultivators had managed to escape from here, not all of them perishing within.

The middle-aged daoist holding the oiled-paper umbrella arrived gracefully. When he arrived at the periphery of the cemetery, the face beneath the umbrella did not show any expression. He arrived before the collapsed stone monuments, reached his hand out, and ran his hand over the fallen stone monuments without finding anything peculiar. Disappointed, he shook his head. After entering this ruin, he traveled to many places but gained little. Appearing here at this moment, he also sensed something different about this place.

He quickly entered the cemetery and saw the corpses and white bones littered all over the ground.

Judging from their attire, he knew that most of the corpses were disciples of the daoist sects.

When he looked at the exhumed graves again, he knew what had transpired here. As a great sage of Daoism, he had a keen insight into the human heart.

The middle-aged daoist had cultivated for many years, reaching a profound cultivation realm. He was no longer emotionally affected by such things. Hence, after a quick glance, the middle-aged daoist withdrew his gaze and looked into the distance with a calm expression. Extending his finger, a slight breeze swept through his fingertips and settled somewhere.

The middle-aged daoist said softly, "A great battle took place here."

With his cultivation realm, although he could not fully discern what had happened earlier, he knew that two individuals had clashed here.

"Was it a sword immortal?"

The middle-aged daoist frowned slightly. He sensed the remnant sword qi in the air, but it was very feeble.

"He lost."

The middle-aged daoist quickly arrived at a conclusion and chuckled to himself about the conclusion he had reached. When a sword cultivator reached Nepenthe Realm, they could be called sword immortals, equivalent to the title of a daoist great sage. If they advanced further, they could add the word "great" in front.

In the current world, great sword immortals were exceptionally rare. There were probably only two or three throughout the entire world. So, the middle-aged daoist did not feel this sword immortal was of the great sword immortal caliber.

If it was really a great sword immortal, even he would not have the confidence to defeat him either.

Such an sword immortal was too terrifying.

In this hundred years, the world had not seen the likes of a great sword immortal.

It was unknown if the leader of the Sword Sect who had not shown his face for a long time was at this cultivation realm.

"As for the other aura, it's too unfamiliar. It doesn't resemble any known cultivation style in the world. Who could it be?"

Inside the Infatuation Daoist Temple, he had perused daoist scriptures, learning about many things. He more or less had dabbled in all the cultivation styles in the world. Although he could not claim to be an expert in all of them, he was certainly well-versed enough to tell.

The middle-aged daoist stood before that pile of white bones, sensing the fading remnant auras, and contemplating many things.

In the end, he could not draw any conclusions. He just shook his head and bent down to pick up the skull that had been split in two.

Looking at the crack on it, the middle-aged daoist smiled.

In the next second, his figure flickered and disappeared once again.

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Yun Jianyue continued walking forward without stopping when he passed the cemetery. Therefore, he was not affected when the skeletons appeared in the cemetery. By that time, he had already arrived at a further location. The small river did not have an end, so he kept walking along the small river.

After an unknown duration, he finally arrived at the end of the wilderness. This was already very deep into the ruin.

The small river cascaded down from here, forming a tiny waterfall. A valley lay ahead of him.

Listening to the sound of the water, Yun Jianyue suddenly felt a trace of qu awakening within his body.

In the depths of the ruin, this place did not seem to suppress cultivation realm as heavily?

Yun Jianyue frowned slightly, finding this discovery somewhat surprising.