Wet viviparity

Chapter 793 The Two Generals, the Relocation of the Religion
After speaking with the Crying Ancestor, Xiao Qinggu unsurprisingly began to whisper sweet nothings in his ear.

Although she and her master didn't seem to get along very well, she still remembered his kindness as deep as the sea and would always think of repaying it. Otherwise, why would the two sisters have risked so much to venture into the Five Elements Qimen Formation outside Crane Temple, only to get trapped inside?

Leaving aside Black Owl's situation, within the Spirit Palace, the Little God Horse King displayed the demeanor of an elder, actively helping the followers.

The most arduous task in the sect was undoubtedly using magic to hunt down the demons and monsters in the deep sea along the west coast.

Located at the end of the East Sea Wave Road, the hill is a place where only those with powerful demon bodies and savage natures can survive in its extremely cold environment.

Here, you can't find those floating icebergs at sea. Whenever an iceberg or frost-covered peak floats by, it is pushed and rammed by sea monsters, causing ice collapses, huge shocks, and tsunamis, which they use for amusement.

Because of the practice of killing living beings for food, the followers' demand for living creatures is increasing day by day.

Unfortunately, due to the desolate location, they could only wait for the horned demon in the sect to emerge from seclusion periodically, transforming into a sea monster that drives the waves and chases the sea monsters to the shallows. Then, the sect members would cast spells to torture and cruelly process them, collecting the resentment and poison of the creatures. Finally, they would burn the creatures' flesh, blood, lungs, and other organs to create a large furnace of blood essence.

Now, with the enthusiastic help of the little god Ma Wang, dozens of whales, sharks, giant clams, and snails have been captured in one go. On one occasion, he joined forces with the drill horn general and drove a group of whales to the shallows, where they were tortured and killed by the followers, which was of great benefit.

These good days didn't last long.

This act of cruelly slaughtering the sea creatures ultimately brought disaster upon the Black Owl.

On this day, when Black Owl pretended to be in seclusion to seek peace and quiet, the shrine on the altar in a quiet room in the mansion suddenly emitted a halo of precious light, and a vast divine sound resounded throughout the entire mansion.

Black Owl hurriedly came out of the gate and saw that the quiet room was like a wind tunnel, with a strong wind blowing out from the halo. The wind was majestic and undulating, and was blue and green. It swept around and did not feel strong when it passed by. Instead, it had a gentle force.

On the incense table, the condensed blue smoke slowly flowed and gathered, outlining a hazy human figure.

The outline gradually became clear, revealing the phantom of a deity dressed in simple linen clothes with an ancient and resolute face.

The divine figure looked down calmly, as if surveying a mere speck in the vast ocean. This was none other than Zhe, the ancient deity who controlled the raging winds of the East.

"A divine being has manifested!" Black Owl's heart sank. He had been worshipping this talisman in his mansion for a long time without seeing any supernatural phenomena, but it had manifested today. This was probably a curse rather than a blessing.

"Jiang Heixiao!"

The voice of the divine being resounded directly within the depths of Black Owl's primordial spirit, and simultaneously echoed among the primordial spirits inside and outside the Spirit Palace, possessing a rhythmic quality like wind sweeping across a desolate sea and cleansing the universe: "Do you know your crime?"

"May I ask, Your Excellency, what crime has Black Owl committed?"

Black Owl asked through gritted teeth, while simultaneously calculating in his true form, instantly understanding the entire cause and effect—Little God Horse King.

The divine figure did not reply. Its gaze swept across the Cold Sea Treasure Palace, piercing through layers of walls, and saw the white bone altar and boiling blood well at the bottom of the canyon, as well as the life force of the Blackwater River in the wasteland and the thousands of miles of sea to the west, which had withered due to excessive slaughter.

His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Although the hills are barren, they are still a corner of the world, and they have their own way of birth, death and rebirth."

Your establishment of the 'Little Stone Demon Sect' and the practice of the 'Secret Record of Transformation and Mysterious Evil' are all for the purpose of seeking the Dao, which is perfectly justifiable.

However, you are greedy for merit and reckless in your advance, treating all living beings as straw dogs, practicing the cruel method of "killing living beings and feeding them with blood," slaughtering too many sea creatures, filling the fields with resentment and filling the sky with filth, thus disrupting the natural cycle of life in this land and disturbing the peaceful order of the East Sea.

The divine figure paused, and the condensed blue smoke on the incense table rippled slightly, exuding an aura of intertwined compassion and grimness. "In ancient times, I was in charge of the raging winds of the east, responsible for the generation and cleansing of life. Now, with the heavens above, my duties have not been revoked."

"Your mansions are filled with the incense of burning eternally, offering sacrifices in my name. It is only because of this sliver of goodwill that I have spared you from unleashing a calamity that would annihilate your foundations of cultivation."

Upon hearing this, all the Taoist priests and followers in the mansion were greatly shaken.

Ma Wang Xiaoshen was sweating profusely, his eyes constantly fixed on Ku Ma Laozu.

These past few days, he appeared to be enthusiastically helping, but in reality, he was secretly instructed by the Crying Ancestor to help these followers slaughter sea monsters and torture living beings, in order to incite the dissatisfaction of the immortals and gods residing in the hills and put some pressure on the sect leader.

Who would have thought that this would directly attract such a powerful being, whose life and death were now in his hands?

He lamented in his heart, "Little God Ma, Little God Ma, you've already suffered a great loss, why don't you learn your lesson? You know that Old Ancestor Crying Hemp is becoming more and more unreliable, yet you still willingly obey his orders."

Leaving aside Ma Wang Xiaoshen's complicated thoughts, Shenying spoke again.

"You may be spared the death penalty, but you will not escape punishment." The divine shadow's voice turned cold as he said, "Your sins have defiled the spiritual energy of this land and defied the virtue of Heaven and Earth in cherishing life. This hill is not a place for you to live long."

Having said that, Shenying raised his finger and gently tapped the black owl.

There was no brilliance, nor any loud noise, but Black Owl knew clearly that he would never set foot on the hill again in his life.

"From this day forward, you black owl, you shall leave the hill."

This area, spanning three thousand miles of sea, is off-limits to you and your demonic sect for all eternity. Those who violate this rule will be instantly annihilated by a calamity, their very bodies and souls destroyed!

This divine decree, like a law of heaven and earth, resounded deep within the souls of Black Owl and his followers, unalterable and inviolable, leaving them no choice but to submit. "Take care of yourselves."

After a lingering echo, the condensed blue smoke inside the hall suddenly dissipated, and the sounds of the Hunming Pool and the hustle and bustle outside the mansion instantly returned.

Will he find out that we were the ones who did it?

Ma Wang Xiaoshen asked Ku Ma Laozu with a hint of nervousness.

Although this young sect leader is not highly skilled, his celestial beast demon body is not just a facade; it is quite powerful.

Even though this cult leader has now transformed into human form and appears harmless, his unintentional ferocity is enough to terrify anyone. Any cultivator who faces this cult leader will have their strength weakened by one or two points under his ferocity.

The Old Ancestor of Crying Ma remained silent, quietly watching the sect leader with an air of complete confidence.

Inside the spiritual realm, some newly joined followers were pale-faced, but some more thoughtful individuals were secretly looking forward to it.

Many believers consider the hill to be a barren and desolate place that greatly restricts the development of the religion, and that people who live there for a long time become cold and uncomfortable.

Many people privately believe that their young leader may be trying to use such wasteland to restrict his followers, so that they will not be interested in causing trouble or committing more killings.

The expulsion of the entire church may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Whether in remote and desolate places or in various states and regions, with the advantages of the "Secret Record of Transformation and Mysterious Evil", it can establish itself and grow strong anywhere. Not to mention being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with those sects that have been passed down for thousands of years and have produced many geniuses, it can at least surpass many small sects.

"Young Master, the decision now rests with you personally."

Xiao Qinggu said with great concern.

"Pass on the order..." Black Owl's voice was hoarse. He didn't blame Ma Wang Xiaoshen, acting as if he was unaware of the other party's treachery. His tone was filled with resentment, but he said with unusual determination, "Gather everything you can and leave Diqiu!"

Black Owl roared at his followers, "The world is so vast, where can't we make our cave dwelling?!"

The followers in the mansion were all excited and beaming with joy. They returned to their cave dwellings in the gorge to pack up their belongings.

"Invite the two generals to the inner hall of the mansion to discuss the specific matters of relocating the sect." Hei Xiao instructed Zhao Chi, and then said to Xiao Qing Gu, "Madam, also invite the ancestor and that senior to the inner hall to help come up with some ideas."

Inside the main hall.

The soft light from outside shone through the ice wall, making the interior of the hall sparkle. The atmosphere inside was not somber at the moment; on the contrary, it was quite lively, which showed that the desire to leave the hill was not just a thought in the minds of ordinary believers.

The Crying Ancestor and the Horse King Little God sat cross-legged to the side. Opposite them were an old man and a scholar, who were the two generals of the sect.

The scholar was dressed in brocade robes, with a flower pinned behind his ear. The flower complemented his face, making him exceptionally handsome. On his forehead grew a delicate, small, spiral-shaped horn, which was the demonic form that the Horned Warrior would acquire after refining the Horned Treasure Salamander.

This person began by confidently stating, "Master, the East Sea is vast, and there are numerous spirit islands. With the strength of our sect, we have no worries about where to settle down."

His confidence was not unfounded. Although the Holy Church may only have a few members now, it is extremely cohesive and full of vitality.

Although this Sect Leader Jiang is young and his cultivation is shallow, he is exceptionally talented and possesses the form of a Beast of Creation. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become one of the top figures in the world.

Seeing that no one disagreed with him, the driller continued, "However, for the long term, ordinary spirit islands are naturally not the first choice. The sea-dwelling general and I are from Longwan, Dongshazhou. The islands outside that island are scattered like stars, the waterways are interconnected, the sea and land meet, and merchant ships are everywhere. It is a treasure land for accumulating wealth and recruiting believers."

My teachings suggest that we simply relocate to "Ghost Tooth Island" off the continent, using its natural Yin Sha cave as a base to rebuild the altar.

Brother Naohai and I have been operating in Longwan for over a hundred years, with disciples and old friends all over the place. Using the miraculous power of the "Secret Record of Transformation and Mysterious Evil," we will secretly increase our efforts to induce them and gradually work towards our goal. In less than thirty years, we will surely be able to make the disciples of Longwan abandon darkness and turn to the light, and join the Holy Sect.

At that time, the entire East Sandbar will be within easy reach.

"Not bad!"

The old man, also known as the Sea-Disturbing General, was lean and agile. He raised his webbed hand in agreement and said, "Those elders in Dragon Bay may seem righteous, but in reality, they are all scheming and greedy for pleasure."

"My sect only needs to offer a few small favors, demonstrating the rapid success of demonic arts and the ability to prolong life by taking on demonic forms, and then entice us with the sect's rare treasures. How could we worry about not finding anyone to take the bait? This strategy of gradual encroachment is the safest, least risky, and most solidly grounded."

After Nao Hai finished speaking, his pair of emerald green eyes rolled and glanced at the Crying Ancestor and the Horse King Little God opposite him.

He usually stayed deep within the gorge, unlike the active general who drilled into the horns, because he wanted to focus on comprehending the demonic arts of the sect and cooperate with the sect leader to write the fourth chapter of the demonic arts.

However, being an old and shrewd person with deep experience, he was very good at judging people. He knew that although his leader looked young, he had a very righteous mind. Sometimes his actions seemed reckless, but in fact they had hidden deep meanings.

The fact that these two highly accomplished individuals were invited by the cult leader to observe important matters was certainly not unintentional.

(End of this chapter)