I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Ye Qiao is a very outgoing person.

She leaped out of the Ghost King Tower atop the Unseen Monarch, her gaze quickly sweeping over most of the people present.

No one noticed the golden tower that appeared out of nowhere. Xue Yu was momentarily stunned, his face gradually turning pale. He tried to stop Elder Zhao's actions, but the next second he was surrounded by the corpses that pounced on him.

He immediately stopped moving, his hand radiating a faint, dark light that enveloped the scene.

Once the illusionary domain materializes, it can create a world. Ironically, these cultivators are not human at all. As corpses refined by the Seventh Elder, they are not fooled by illusions and their goal remains steadfast from beginning to end.

Xue Yu couldn't stop him at all.

He had never regretted being a pill cultivator so much. If he were a talisman cultivator or a sword cultivator, he wouldn't feel so powerless at this moment.

Ye Qiao blinked, quickly grabbed the Dark Book, and urged it to spread the silk threads rapidly, saying at the same time, "Leave it to me, after all, I am the light of your Changming Sect."

"...Give it to you?" Because the spiritual energy was dissipating in his body, the elder's pupils gradually became dilated, and he could no longer understand what Ye Qiao was saying.

"Yes, leave it to me." Ye Qiao's tone was calm, despite the heart-wrenching wails and screams all around her. She was unusually composed in the midst of the chaos.

Who would have thought that Ye Qiao, who always acts on a whim, would be the only one who could remain calm at the scene?

The Dark Book's power is malevolent, but it requires enough time to plan and complete a series of parasitic operations. Ye Qiao is not prepared to take the risk of parasitizing the Seventh Elder. He is not a mindless creature like the Demon Emperor who only knows how to fight. He has been able to lie dormant for nearly several decades, which is definitely not the arrogant type.

Ye Qiao could only try her best to control all the living corpses on the scene and capture their souls. The important thing was for the elders to control them first.

It's difficult to contend with the Seventh Elder, but things will be much easier once she overcomes her tribulation.

Ye Qinghan and Ming Xuan can hold off the Seventh Elder for a while, but their tribulation lightning is still brewing in the sky. Before long, the two of them will be too busy to take care of themselves.

They desperately need Junior Uncle to come and help buy some time, otherwise she'll only be able to get beaten up by the Seventh Elder.

She gently channeled spiritual energy through her fingertips, continuously activating the hidden scripture, while simultaneously asking Mu Li, "Do you think our martial uncle has a chance of winning against the Seventh Elder?"

Mu Li was also using her to observe the Seventh Elder's strength, and then slowly smiled, "That old geezer is a sword cultivator, and he also has a good understanding of how to use spiritual weapons. He also knows about formations. Look at that ancient formation, your uncle had no way to deal with it, but he was able to set it up right under the other party's nose. What do you think?"

He felt she was still too optimistic.

The Seventh Elder is not from this world.

This alone puts him above everyone else; ultimately, to thwart conspiracies and schemes, strength is everything.

Mu Li was also annoyed. If it were him back then, he could have easily dealt with a scoundrel like the Seventh Elder with a single palm strike. He wouldn't have had the chance to act so arrogantly in the cultivation world.

She couldn't understand why someone who didn't belong to the cultivation world would come here.

Mu Li said calmly, "There's a flaw in the way of Heaven, which is why it pulled you in."

She understood. To give an analogy, what do you do when a game has a bug? Of course, you fix it. And Ye Qiao was the one who inherited the will of Heaven and set things right... the unlucky one.

"Ye Qiao." He didn't notice Ye Qiao's little gesture of holding the secret book. Ye Qiao's concealment technique originated from the Half-Moon Spirit Clan, which was destroyed by the Demon Clan hundreds of years ago. Ye Qiao had gained a lot of advantages by using this technique. She secretly hid the secret book in her sleeve, smiled and said to Elder Zhao, "Please wait for me."

Elder Zhao had no idea what she was saying. While he was still somewhat conscious, he roared, "You brat, get back here!"

They deserve to die, but Ye Qiao does not.

How old is she?

She was the youngest among all the direct disciples of the sect. She hadn't even had time to grow up yet, and she shouldn't have been defeated here because of them.

Ye Qiao ignored them and stood in front of them, immediately intercepting the oppressive aura emanating from the Seventh Elder. She was not afraid of the other elder's pressure, but the other elders could not withstand it.

The Seventh Elder narrowed his cloudy eyes: "You have quite a few things in your hands."

The golden tower, viewed from afar, formed its own little world with its own set of rules. He hadn't managed to kill this disciple with a single palm strike before, and he was worried. This time, he absolutely couldn't let her escape again.

Ye Qiao ignored him, took a dagger from her mustard bag, cut her palm, and let the blood flow down her palm. She then pressed her palm onto the dark book, and the blood quickly irrigated the dark book, which had been thirsting for blood.

The Seventh Elder raised his hand with a slight smile, and lightly touched the air.

In mid-air, a gigantic hand appeared and slammed down. Ye Qiao pushed the Golden Lotus of Merit, and golden light, like chains, firmly bound the giant hand.

Ye Qiao felt ice-cold all over, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and could feel the immense pressure brought by that large hand.

"Get out of the way, Ye Qiao."

Two different sword lights in mid-air shattered the palm print one after the other, and the two men landed in front of her one after the other.

As Ye Qinghan and his senior brother drew their swords at the same time, the sword auras emanating from Duan Shui and Duan Chen were completely different, causing countless swords on the scene to collide.

He does have a bit of the spirited air of a young man.

Ye Qiao hesitated, noticing that her senior brother wasn't wearing his sect robes but was dressed in white, as was Ye Qinghan.

It's often said that if you want to look good, you have to wear mourning clothes, and that's absolutely true.

The Seventh Elder held a spirit sword in one hand and a spirit banner in the other. Four sword cultivators on the scene blocked his attack together, but the residual force was still astonishing, causing countless disciples below to kneel on the ground and tremble.

With a gentle flick of his fan handle, Mingxuan created a bright golden sphere that firmly protected the people below. Then, watching the familiar elders self-destruct, the young man's lips curled up slightly. Although he was smiling, his eyes revealed an indescribable sadness and sorrow, and a strange sense of separation washed over him.

He knew that there was no turning back after his self-destruction.

Qin Huai, standing beside him, twitched his lips, unsure of what to say.

"Help me stop them." Ye Qiao pressed the Dark Book tightly against her chest. She could sense Ming Xuan's emotions. However, at this moment, everyone was panicking. As one of the few Nascent Soul stage cultivators present, Ming Xuan couldn't afford to lose his composure. He had to calm down and stabilize the situation. His face was grim, but he still managed a weak smile at her: "Okay."

However, he still occasionally looked back at the elders behind him. Mingxuan's Dao heart was already unstable, and now his mentality was probably even more severely broken.

Ye Qiao didn't have time to give him psychological counseling. The elder revealed that the thousands of disciples behind him were the most desperate. For the disciples, it was not Qin Fanfan who brought them into the sect and taught them step by step to grow up, but the elders.

Since entering the Changming Sect, they have been guided in cultivation by the twelve peak masters and various elders. Seeing their most respected elders self-destruct now is nothing short of the sky falling.

Xue Yu shielded the children behind him, tossing the elixir bottle to Duan Hengdao, "Find a way to scatter it."

Duan Hengdao responded, wielding a spirit fan. He suddenly fanned the pills into the horde of corpses. The cultivators who were being driven were stunned. The pills carried by the wind melted away as if they were made of wax.

Such a poisonous pill...

Duan Hengdao tossed defensive magical artifacts one by one into the air, grimacing as he thought, "What a loss!"

Not only did they waste a spiritual artifact on Ye Qiao, but all the magical artifacts were also used by the Changming Sect. They should have known better than to be mere spectators.

He got himself arrested while just watching the drama unfold.

Zhu You landed in front of Xue Yu with his sword, trying his best to help the disciples who were powerless to resist. He could save as many as he could. Perhaps it was because he was heartbroken, or perhaps the Seventh Elder was just too strong to be fearful. Four sword cultivators, two of whom were at the Integration stage, could not withstand a single sword strike from the Seventh Elder.

With this level of strength, apart from the return of the Sword Inquiry Sect Master, no one could subdue him.

Countless disciples loosened their swords, intending to surrender and give up any further struggle.

Zhu You roared, "Cheer up!! Isn't the glory of your Changming Sect still here? Those elders sacrificed themselves for you. What will happen to the Changming Sect if you die?"

Disciples are the hope of a sect.

Perhaps there was some truth to Zhu You's words, because countless people gripped their swords and tried to make a final, desperate struggle, at the very least, they couldn't let the elders sacrifice themselves in vain.

The aura of the self-destruction swept in all directions, stopping the swords flying down from the sky. They also began to fight back fiercely, vowing to protect the main peak at all costs and not let the Seventh Elder succeed.

……

Ye Qiao's slash was ruthless enough that the stench of blood drove An Shu into a frenzy.

No one knew what Ye Qiao was doing. After she finished speaking, she seemed to fall silent. She stood behind everyone and watched the scene before her.

His expression and demeanor were somewhat indifferent.

Nonsense, she had drained all the blood from the Dark Book. Ye Qiao was gripping it tightly, as if she could sense her master's collapse and anxiety.

The dark book finally made a move; its snow-white pages suddenly floated into the air. Ye Qiao's eyes lit up, and she quickly grabbed them.

In an instant, sheets were laid out in front of her, the threads spreading wildly and covering the entire area, and an atmosphere of madness gradually spread.

Ye Qiao unfolded a book with her fingertips. The pitch-black book was held in her palm, and the snow-white pages were stained with ink, with countless black lines protruding out in a particularly flamboyant manner.

Countless people gasped for breath, staring blankly at the scene.

Watered by Ye Qiao's blood, An Shu almost screamed with pleasure, "Ahhh, so good! I'm in ecstasy!"

As a result, the entire Jade Cry Mountain was covered by those thread-like lines, exuding a strong sense of malice.

How sinister.

Everyone present frowned, and Mingxuan paused slightly, "That book..."

Where did it come from?

Zhu You muttered to herself, "It feels a bit like the evil artifact we were suppressed a thousand years ago?"

But isn't that thing sealed away in the Sword Inquiry Sect?

How did she get her hands on it?

Ye Qiao held the book in one hand, her palm clenched, and the spirit sword in her hand transformed into the Flying Immortal Sword. The aura of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage was poured into the sword. At the same time, she threw out the Myriad Things Life, and ten thousand feet of vines rose from her feet to lift her up. She used the force to leap.

With swift movements, she unleashed the "Myriad Swords Return to Origin" technique, countless mysterious sword shadows hovering beside her as if awaiting her command. As Ye Qiao swung her sword, it rained down like a storm, engulfing the horde of corpses!

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin.

Ye Qinghan suddenly turned his head to look at her.