One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

A moment of silence fell around the fire.

Everyone was stunned by Wen Daoqing's almost insane determination.

He's trying to use himself as a human bomb, going down with the evil cultivator at a crucial moment!

"I have to go."

Wen Daoqing's gaze passed over Zhang Lingqiu and looked towards the dark night sky.

"Senior Brother Chen Xufeng, in order to cover my retreat, his heart meridian was pierced by a magical artifact."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao Tiezhu from northern Sichuan knelt and died in front of me."

"..."

Wen Daoqing lowered his head, and two lines of hot tears slid down his red eyes.

"They all died in my place..."

"If I cannot personally avenge this blood debt against the Fallen Yin Sect, then what use is my cultivation in this life?! What right do I have to wield a sword?! My Dao heart will be shattered! My cultivation will never advance again!"

There was complete silence around the fire.

Those who cultivate the Tao value cause and effect and the Tao heart most. Since Wen Daoqing has put it this way, forcing him to leave the mountain would be tantamount to destroying the future of this prodigy of Laoshan.

"Senior Brother Zhang, let Senior Brother Wen go instead," Zhao Feiyan pleaded softly, her eyes red.

"Yes, Lingqiu!" Ye Cheng stood up as well, speaking in a gruff voice, "Let's take Fellow Daoist Wen with us! When we go to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Bones, we might just need that fire from Laoshan that can burn everything away!"

Zhang Lingqiu fell silent.

He looked at the man before him, a direct descendant of Laoshan, whose eyes were red.

for a long time.

"Tonight, I'll get another good night's rest."

Zhang Lingqiu avoided Wen Daoqing's gaze and said calmly, "We'll set off tomorrow morning. Your Dao Yuan should be able to recover another 10% by then."

Upon hearing this, Wen Daoqing was startled, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Zhang Lingqiu.

Thus, the final decision on the emergency response was made.

The team that went to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Bones to investigate the main altar consisted of six members in the first squad, plus Wen Daoqing, the squad leader of the second squad, Xu Lingfei, the squad leader of the third squad, and Qi Heng, the squad leader of the fourth squad.

Nine people in total!

……

Night was falling.

Several campfires crackled and popped in the camp.

After some arrangements, tonight's watch duty was to be taken on by the four prodigies from the team that would be leaving the mountain tomorrow. Meanwhile, the nine members of the assault team who were about to head to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Bones were forced to make the most of this last night, meditating and circulating their energy to bring their spirit and essence to their peak.

Everyone was meditating with their eyes closed.

Hmm... except for Jiang Shou.

Beside a flat black rock at the very edge of the gentle slope.

Jiang Shou was sitting cross-legged with great interest. Beside him, Song Daoming, the senior brother of the Shenxiao Sect, was being dragged over with huge dark circles under his eyes, looking utterly hopeless.

"Fellow Daoist Song, wake up! Take another look at this!"

Jiang Shou held a mixed-hair brush in his hand and excitedly pointed to the yellow paper with intricate lines on the ground.

"I just went through the process again!"

Jiang Shou's eyes shone like two light bulbs. "I discovered that the [Divine Firmament Thunder Shield] is located at the 'Zhen' position, the array's core in the southwest. If your master had rolled the lightning pattern inwards by three-tenths when drawing the talisman, wouldn't the tension of the resulting lightning net have increased by another 20%?!"

"..."

Song Daoming struggled to lift his eyelids and glanced at the yellow paper on the ground.

He originally thought that during the day, this guy had managed to draw a few basic elements of the Shenxiao Sect's thunder magic with his few half-destroyed talismans, which was already a miracle.

result.

From dusk to midnight.

This monster, who called himself a "rogue cultivator," never gave him a moment's peace!

This guy dragged him along, dissecting and working backwards again and again. In the end, even Jiang Shou's tricky questions about the convergence of runic energy were beyond the comprehension of this direct disciple of the Divine Firmament Sect!

"Fellow Daoist Jiang..."

Song Daoming swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "That talisman was the ultimate life-saving talisman that my master drew after seven days and seven nights of seclusion, expending countless efforts..."

"You've not only reversed it now."

"You freaking... you want to improve and upgrade it?!"

"Oh dear, there's no end to learning."

Jiang Shou waved his hand dismissively, re-dipped his brush in cinnabar, and said, "Come on, let's push that critical point of reverse energy again..."

……

At dawn, before the gray-white morning mist of the Ten Thousand Mountains had dissipated, the campsite on the gentle slope was already fully prepared for departure.

Before a narrow mountain ridge, twenty-two Daoist prodigies stood quietly in two groups, facing their parting.

"Feiyan, although you have a map of the distribution of the outer strongholds of the Luoyin Sect on your way out of the mountains, you must not let your guard down. Do not be reckless in the face of trouble, and give way first." Wen Daoqing looked at the female sword cultivator of the Qingcheng Sect in front of him, his eyes filled with worry and reluctance.

With red-rimmed eyes, Zhao Feiyan supported Senior Sister Ni, whose right arm was severed and whose face was as pale as paper, and nodded forcefully: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Wen, I will definitely get everyone out of here safely! You...you all must come back alive!"

Li Xunfeng, who was standing next to her, stepped forward and stuffed all the emergency pills and talismans he had left into his senior sister's backpack.

"Take care of yourself!"

"Fellow Daoists, see you outside the mountain!"

Without much sentimentality, accompanied by a brief but heavy farewell, the thirteen-person team followed the path they had come from, gradually disappearing into the gray-white morning mist towards the relatively safer outside the mountains.

The other nine-person team,

Without hesitation, he plunged headlong into the depths of that primeval forest that seemed to devour people, and advanced at full speed toward the Ten Thousand Bones Abyss, the headquarters of the Luoyin Sect!

……

According to the route given by that Zhao Xiangzhu.

The team of nine traversed the complex and rugged mountain forests, avoiding several natural toxic pits and cliffs. By afternoon, they finally crossed a treacherous mountain ridge covered with black gravel.

From this mountain ridge, the terrain begins to descend, as if it were to penetrate deep into the dark depths of these 100,000 mountains.

The light, already dim due to the shade of the tree canopy, became even more obscure. The air was no longer filled with simple miasma, but with a grayish-black haze mixed with a strong stench of corpses and decay.

Occasionally, a sliver of the pale afterglow of the setting sun would pierce through the gaps in the layers of leaves, casting shadows on the ground covered with decaying leaves. These shadows didn't stretch along the direction of the light; instead, they were distorted and tilted in all directions at an eerie angle. Even the shadows of the withered ancient trees nearby seemed to be bent by something, exuding an unreal and chaotic feeling.

An eerie silence filled the entire mountain forest.

There wasn't a sound of wind, nor the chirping of birds or the buzzing of insects.

Only the monotonous, dull "rustling" sound of their nine military boots treading on the thick layer of dead branches and leaves, and the "crack" sound of dead branches breaking.

Until dusk.

"careful."

Jiang Shou, who was walking in the middle, suddenly lowered his voice and uttered two words.

The words had barely left his mouth!

"Whoosh!"

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the thick, gray-black fog ahead! A gust of foul wind carrying a dark shadow rushed straight toward Zhang Lingqiu, who was walking at the front, with incredible speed!

"court death!"

Ye Cheng, who was standing to the side, reacted very quickly. With a loud shout, a dragon roar resounded!

The blazing sun is unsheathed!

The broad blade traced a brilliant crescent moon in mid-air, and a line of dazzling, scorching crimson-gold pure yang true fire instantly pierced through the dark and desolate mountain forest!

"Hiss—Ah!!"

The sword light slashed fiercely at the dark figure, accompanied by a shrill scream that was not human, and the dark figure was instantly ignited by the pure Yang true fire.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized it was a corpse dressed in the clothing of a mountain dweller! It had been split in two, yet it was still writhing and struggling wildly in the flames, its body emitting foul-smelling black smoke.

However, before everyone could even breathe a sigh of relief...

Using the still-burning crimson-gold light of the [blazing sun], the pupils of the nine people suddenly contracted almost simultaneously!

In the dim light of the fire.

A dozen or twenty meters ahead, in the thick, gray fog, countless dark figures had silently gathered!

Twenty bodies? Thirty bodies?!

They stared intently at the group, their cloudy, whitish eyes devoid of any life.