The Ethereal Domains

Chapter 886: Housecleaning

Housecleaning . . .

In a sect widely known for its safety, Cha Eun Xiao found himself in a precarious position. Being a member of the esteemed Cold Moon Palace brought its own set of challenges, as he had inadvertently become a prominent and easily recognizable target for potential adversaries.

One day, an elder, Yun Piaoliu, approached Cha Eun Xiao and voiced his concerns. "Remaining within the confines of this sect may not guarantee your safety for long. Many people can still identify you, and we cannot eliminate all the spies in a short span of time. Wu Huitian has already attempted to harm you once, and there's no doubt he can try again. If he decides to make another move, it could be even more perilous. The next time, he might not stop until he turns you to ashes. The Nine Creating Dan has granted you a second chance at life this time, but we can't rely on such luck forever."

Yun Piaoliu continued, "For your well-being, it may be wiser to venture out into the martial world. There, you might find a safer haven."

However, Cha Eun Xiao hesitated to leave theCold Moon Palace. He felt a sense of attachment and loyalty, despite the dangers. Lei Dadi, a mentor, offered guidance, "Your primary mission outside will be to ensure your own safety. You are currently at the second level of the Dream Origin Stage. As long as you avoid entangling with major powers in the world, you should remain secure." He wished he could convey his heartfelt concerns to Cha Eun Xiao.

Meanwhile, while Cha Eun Xiao absorbed these words, Yue Changtian presided over a crucial meeting within the sect.

The sect members were in turmoil.

The despicable actions of Wu Huitian had united the members of Cold Moon Palace against a common enemy. The entire sect felt the looming threat.

Saint Sunlight Sect was not about to tolerate the resurgence of Cold Moon Palace. In response, Cold Moon Palace's decision to sever ties with the three factions seemed not only logical but also imperative for its survival. It was a better choice to pursue their destiny rather than remain entangled with allies who constantly suppressed them.

Yet, the one thing they all wished to preserve was the Sky Soul Hall.

Cold Moon Palace had invested significant effort and resources in the development of the Sky Soul Hall, and it had brought them many advantages. Abandoning it would be a squandering of their hard work. Although they were leaving the other two sects behind, they intended to establish their version of the Sky Soul Hall, proving they could achieve it independently.

Just as the other two sects had adopted their martial arts, Cold Moon Palace could do the same. Their determination was clear – if the other two sects could forge a path without Cold Moon Palace, then Cold Moon Palace could certainly build their Sky Soul Hall without them.

Yue Changtian bore a somber expression during this discussion, but he did not voice any objection. His silence was a tacit approval of their intentions.

The news of Cold Moon Palace's departure spread like wildfire.

" Cold Moon Palace has officially severed ties with the three factions."

The announcement sent shockwaves throughout the sect.

Despite the commotion, the leadership of Cold Moon Palace did not intervene.

Two days following the pivotal meeting, disciples began to request permission to leave the sect, citing various reasons. Surprisingly, the sect leadership readily granted these requests. More than half of the disciples chose to depart.

Cha Eun Xiao, however, had left the sect two days earlier than the others. As he looked back at the sect's mountain, all he could see was a shroud of mist covering the entire area. He could sense the three old men on the mountain, waving goodbye to him with hopeful eyes.

While he had longed to leave Cold Moon Palace, the moment of departure felt unexpectedly heavy. His heart was stirred, and he realized that these connections were far more significant to him than he had initially thought.

"Are they truly this important to me now?" Cha Eun Xiao wondered. "I will come back one day!"

Cha Eun Xiao had resolved to depart, and his steps quickened as he ventured further into the wilderness. Eventually, as he entered a dense forest, he seemed to vanish from the world entirely.

From that moment on, the name Cha Chongxiao ceased to exist.

Once, Cold Moon Palace had boasted a brilliant prodigy, one who had astounded the entire sect with his remarkable talents. However, in a tragic twist of fate, he met his end at the hands of Wu Huitian, the Prime Master of Saint Sunlight Sect, and the name Cha Chongxiao vanished from the annals of history.

Cold Moon Palace's decision to sever ties with the three factions was a direct consequence of this tragedy.

Yet, no matter how extraordinary Cha Chongxiao had been, his brilliance had been extinguished prematurely, a common lament in the world of martial arts. Great figures often met their end before their full potential could be realized, and Cha Chongxiao was no exception.

Nonetheless, the demise of this remarkable talent was not just an ordinary event. It triggered a chain of events that would reshape the martial world.

The transformative ripples began to spread on the seventh day following Cha Chongxiao's untimely demise.

A sudden upheaval swept through the martial world. The disciples who had departed from Cold Moon Palace were relentlessly pursued by an unrelenting force.

These trackers were the elite core of Cold Moon Palace, and they shadowed the departing disciples every step of the way. While some of the disciples would return to the sect after attending to their business, others attempted to mask their identities and sneak into the territory of the other two sects. It was the latter group that found themselves abruptly confronted and slain by those tracking them.

Spies would meet their demise one way or another.

It was an unyielding principle of Cold Moon Palace: "You may have shared our martial arts with the other two sects, but you shall not live to reach their territory alive!"

Within the span of seven days, all suspected disciples met their end. Tragically, some perished alongside individuals sent by the other two sects to rendezvous with them.

As the grim tidings reached Prime Master Yue Changtian, he stood atop the sect's mountain, his countenance pale and weary. He bore the weight of responsibility, knowing that over six hundred disciples at Dao Origin Stage level two and above, and those of Dream Origin Stage, had lost their lives.

Such an astonishing number could only mean that at least six hundred spies had infiltrated the sect. The extent of the infiltration was staggering, and it was likely that more spies remained concealed, avoiding exposure during this tragic event.