Wet viviparity

Chapter 877 Going Out, the Remnants Leave
The massive, cold, and hard gray walls of the battle gate finally opened slowly amidst a low rumble, allowing a sliver of sunlight to stream in from outside the altar.

The oppressive and stifling atmosphere that had been building up inside the door for who knows how long, mixed with a faint smell of blood and metal, was now eagerly surging outwards, like a large cloud of red and white cold mist expanding outwards.

Ding Ruyi and Mingyue Tongzi stepped out of the stone gate one after the other with great care.

The Qinghe Chuisu Formation outside had been damaged when the two borders met, causing the formation to no longer produce the sweet rain and mist that enveloped both inside and outside the altar. As a result, the direct sunlight was somewhat dazzling, causing them to unconsciously squint.

The first thing that catches the eye is the layered, solid, gray-white frosty rock floor outside the door, and the dense, varied demon skeletons within the rock layers—giant horns, scales, claws, and menacing ribs. These remnants of the horrific war of the past now seem to possess an eerie sense of "peace."

"Finally out."

Mingyue Tongzi let out a long sigh, his voice still hoarse from surviving a calamity. He stomped hard on the cold, hard rock beneath his feet, as if to confirm that he had truly left that suffocating giant door.

"When I was inside, I could hear the earth shaking outside. It sounded like everything was in chaos. I was really afraid that the door would suddenly collapse."

Ding Ruyi remained calm as he carefully observed his surroundings.

Its spirit instantly left its body, carrying the talisman from the three flowers on its head. Through the spirit, it directly sensed the energy in the air. Although it was still somewhat chaotic, the terrifying tremor had subsided, leaving a sense of devastation after a great storm.

In the distance, the occasional streaks of light from Taiping Mountain disciples flashed across the sky, orderly and efficient.

"It seems it's over." Ding Ruyi said softly after her spirit returned to her body, her tone not so much joy, but rather a heavy sense of understanding, "We won."

"It's good that you won, it's good that you won!" Mingyue Tongzi patted his chest with a relieved smile, but soon saw his senior brother Ding Ruyi's expression and the smile disappeared, feeling that his smile was inappropriate.

"I just don't know how many people died, or how many casualties we in Heguan suffered?"

"It was a serious tone," said the Bright Moon Child.

Ding Ruyi paused for a moment, and unexpectedly did not say anything comforting or positive. Instead, she said realistically, "This has been the way of calamities since ancient times. How could there be no deaths and injuries? The important thing is that we survived, and Taiping Mountain is still here."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "And, it was Master and the others who won."

"Second Senior Brother!"

A bright light descended, and a disciple of He Guan came to speak.

"Minghui." Ding Ru smiled knowingly when she saw the newcomer.

Minghui was a disciple of Master Xuanjing. Ever since Master Xuanjing went into seclusion in Xishan, Jiangpu, to cultivate the path of Yin Jiang, Minghui had been working by Master Shande's side. He was an expert in Taoist affairs and had always been close to him.

Mingyue Tongzi simply nodded to Minghui; he and Minghui were not very familiar with each other.

Although they weren't close, he noticed a hint of sadness in Minghui's eyes, while his senior brother Ding Ruyi seemed oblivious to it.

"Where is Master?"

Ding Ruyi skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the question.

"Look over there." Minghui flicked his sleeve outwards and unleashed his Righteous Qi Dispersion Technique. A blurry giant hand reached out towards the clouds outside the altar, tearing them apart. Behind the clouds, a majestic mountain could be vaguely seen moving. Because of the distance, one could only hear the muffled sound of the giant mountain moving, like rolling stones.

"Shangzhen is indeed there driving the mountain, so that the ancient Yinjin Mountain, which was washed away years ago, will return to its original place. Only in this way can the floating soil beneath Luoyin Lake be stabilized and deposited, and only then can the lake water of Luoyin Lake be dredged eastward. In this way, our sect can gain another half of the territory of Tianqing Dafang in Zhexiong Prefecture, but..."

At this point, Minghui's sorrow deepened, and he said, "Lord Shande has died in battle in Juyang Gorge of Tianteng Mountain."

Before Ding Ruyi and Mingyue Tongzi could process the news, seven or eight streaks of light descended one by one, led by Wen Daoyu and Linshui Jiehuo.

"As one wishes!"

Wen Daoyu said solemnly to Ding Ruyi, "Go and change into your dharma robes quickly. Once your senior brother finishes his journey up the mountain and eliminates the hidden danger of the earthquake caused by the unstable soil in the Great Lake of Falling Silver, the merit officer of the Great Luo Purple Mansion Department will come to reward you for your contributions."

After speaking, Wen Daoyu relaxed and said intimately to Ding Ruyi, "This is what your master instructed. Right now, your master has been given the title of Little Saint by the patriarchs and is burdened with many Taoist affairs and holds multiple positions. You must shoulder this heavy responsibility."

Ding Ruyi nodded. He was somewhat flustered, but he also realized that his status and position were about to rise.

Mingyue Tongzi's eyes lit up for a moment, then became somewhat complicated. He whispered to Ding Ruyi, "Will Master change a lot in the future?"

"How is it different?" Ding Ruyi looked at him.

"That's right. um."

Mingyue Tongzi organized his thoughts and gestured, "Although Master was also very powerful before, I always felt that he was more easygoing and natural."

If he were to gain real power and become the undisputed leader of Taiping Mountain, would he, like those other elders, always have a stern face, live in his high-rise blessed cave, and decide the fate of many people with a single word?

"So, when we see him, do we have to announce our arrival, kowtow, and say a whole bunch of formalities?" Ding Ruyi smiled and patted Mingyue on the shoulder.

He always treated Mingyue Tongzi as an equal, simply because he was born from the body of the Fubei Gongzhuan Kalpa, so he always assumed that Mingyue Tongzi naturally possessed a mature mind.

Seeing the worry and disappointment on Mingyue Tongzi's face, I realized that this junior brother had not yet awakened his innate wisdom. Although he knew that his master's rise in status was a great thing, he was also instinctively afraid of the distance and authority that would come with it.

"will not."

"What?"

"You haven't had much contact with your master yet, but you'll naturally find out later."

The distant mountain shadows sank down, and even the altar on the Milky Way trembled a few times. Moreover, it seemed that the tremor was about to expand, and the cold waves hundreds of miles away from the altar surged together, making the lake surface look like thousands of raindrops bursting open.

Before long, a sudden tremor shook the ground, and everything returned to calm. A wisp of purple aura appeared in the sky at just the right moment, as if it had been preordained.

"An envoy from the Great Luo Purple Palace Bureau has arrived."

As Wen Daoyu spoke, he took the initiative to escort Ding Ruyi to meet up with Ling Xuzi.

As the elder Yuan Cong of Lingxuzi, Wen Daoyu understood that even if Lingxuzi took charge of the sect, he would not be like the previous patriarchs who personally handled most of the affairs of the sect and made decisions unilaterally.

Similarly, he also knew about the idea that Ling Xuzi had been brewing in his heart for a long time. However, Ling Xuzi's idea was in line with Lu Zhenjun's Toad Society, which combined with the current idea of ​​the Treasure Pavilion Acting, but the power involved was boundless.

In a desolate mountain shrouded in gloom and gloom, three figures manipulated a ghostly army, traversing the boundary between Yin and Yang, avoiding the mountain spirits and earth deities of the mortal world, and even the cultivators of the world, leaving no trace of their arrival.

"We've reached the territory of Letou Mountain. I reckon that person won't be able to break away and pursue us anytime soon."

Among the three figures, one with fierce eyebrows and bared fangs spoke.

As he spoke, the fist-sized green-maned horse heads he carried on his shoulders kept scanning left and right, looking extremely vigilant. Ghosts and evil spirits also occasionally floated out from his blood-stained human skin robe, patrolling the surrounding area for dozens of miles.

The remaining two figures were sitting and lying down.

The person sitting cross-legged was a Taoist priest with gray hair, bushy eyebrows, and a rugged face. He looked at the woman who was slumped over and reclining with an unhappy expression.

"Ancestor, if we don't go south and ask those two elders for protection, but instead head west, can we really escape?" Ma Wang Xiaoshen shook his shoulders, put away the blood thunder contained in the mouth of the green-maned horse, and asked the person sitting on the ground with a worried expression.

"Although I helped my master and mistress break the seal ahead of time at Mount Nanlao, the two elders still harbor resentment towards my past actions. Going south to the sacred mountain to seek protection now may not be as successful as I hoped."

If one flees westward to Pingyang Prefecture, one can be accepted by the Holy Aunt of Hibiscus Immortal City, and then there is no need to worry about Taiping Mountain settling scores later.

This mountain, Letou, is the territory of my dear friend Luo Man, the Corpse Child. His family are all from the Immortal City, but because they fought against foreign enemies for the Immortal City during the previous Great Xia Dynasty, their physical bodies were severely damaged, forcing them to enter the path of corpses. We will rest here for a while, and ask Fellow Daoist Luo Man to inform the Holy Aunt for us.”

"Hehe, you're afraid that Taiping Mountain's newly victorious army will advance on the sacred mountain, sweep it clean, and level Nanlao Sacred Mountain. You'd rather stay away from that dangerous place than send it in," the woman, who was slumped and reclining, said with a miserable laugh.

Seeing the woman's appearance, Ma Wang Xiaoshen sneered and said, "Little Qinggu, I know you have grievances in your heart, but Jiang Jiaozhu also voluntarily entered Xinjiang. He was defeated and died one day. He can't blame anyone else. Why do you have to be like this?"

"Second daughter, how did I teach you before?"

The old ancestor of crying stared at the little green maid who seemed to have had her spine removed and was limp, and said: "When we act, we must repay our grudges and settle our scores. We still have a chance. With your husband's legacy, the Little Stone Holy Sect can rise again in the blink of an eye."

And your sister, once she refines that Golden Vault Yinxia Crown at the Cuihuan Palace in Wuli Mountain, she might be able to avenge this great grudge.”

Hehe. Haha.

Little Green Maiden's face was devoid of color, streaked with tears, and specks of golden blood oozed from her mouth and nose. She laughed heartily, then burst into tears again, like a frail child. Finally, her body convulsed in great sorrow.

"I don't want revenge anymore, I just want him to come back."

"Who dares to trespass on the flag gate of Letou Mountain?"

Suddenly, a mournful cry rang out from one side of the barren mountain. Immediately, a black cloud swept in like the wind, with three coffins, two large and one small, standing at the top of the cloud. In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of them.

"Haha, young friend Luo Man, it's only been twenty years since we last met, don't you recognize your old friend?" Old Ancestor Kuma said, raising his hand.

"Why is it you, the unlucky star, who has come knocking on my door!"

The three coffins shook simultaneously, and from the smallest coffin came a voice cursing: "I wondered why the crows were cawing wildly in the mountains today. It turns out to be you, you unlucky star! Do you know that the Little Saint Lingxu has been appointed as the Grand Official of Fuming Dust, and this has been announced to the whole world. Daring to harbor you is to be an enemy of Taiping Mountain."

"Now that Taiping Mountain is newly victorious, it's at its most arrogant. I've already labeled your gang as remnants of a great calamity, demons of the sort. You'd better leave quickly, lest you bring me trouble."

(End of this chapter)