Because the Eternal Ages Sect used high-quality shampoo, Yao Mengying didn’t lose any hair, so Jing Zhixiao in Mech Unit 66 didn’t need to jump down.
However.
Just because no hair was lost meant the matter was over?
Very sorry—Jun Changxiao had already memorized the Burial Moon Pavilion, already recorded it in the deepest part of his heart.
With Dog Sheng’s personality, once he had his eye on you, at minimum you’d become an ATM, at maximum you’d be removed from the jianghu. So let’s observe a moment of silence for them.
“Sect Master…”
Yao Mengying spoke with difficulty, “I… I… still can’t control my own body…”
Over a hundred Burial Moon Pavilion members had all been dealt with, disciples were proficiently looting. But the energy existing within her body still hadn’t been dispelled—clearly differing from Ye Xingchen’s speculation. The two had no connection.
“This seat will help you dissolve it.”
Jun Changxiao clasped Yao Mengying’s wrist. After investigating, he found nothing at all.
Strange!
Why is there nothing?
If so, why couldn’t her body be controlled?
The black-robed elder lying on the ground sneered, “A summons and will from our ancestor—how could mere mortals like you dissolve it!”
Jun Changxiao hauled him up: “What do you mean?”
“Hahaha!”
The black-robed elder’s face twisted as he laughed maniacally, “This girl has an Innate Demon Body—destined to be sacrificed for our ancestor’s resurrection. This is fate that no one can stop!”
“Boom!”
Jun Changxiao punched him, caving in his face, and roared, “Your grandpa’s fate!”
“Sect Master…”
Yao Mengying clutched her head, saying painfully, “I… can barely control myself… I… want to enter the vortex…”
She could still maintain rationality now, but the compulsion to move forward was like an irresistible command.
“Seal her!”
Jun Changxiao shouted, “Don’t let her move!”
“Yes!”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and others hurriedly came before their junior sister, forming various barriers to restrict her movement.
The black-robed elder laughed strangely, “Our ancestor’s summoning will cannot be defied. If you forcibly prevent her from doing this great deed, just wait for her body to explode and die!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Ye Xingchen lifted his foot, frantically stomping on his face: “I’ll make you die first!”
“I need to go in… I need to go in…”
Trapped within the barrier, Yao Mengying’s eyes gradually turned crimson. Her last thread of rationality was also controlled by some power, as if transforming into a walking corpse.
“Damn it!”
Jun Changxiao’s expression was ugly.
Although he somewhat doubted the black-robed elder’s words, he definitely didn’t dare gamble. So he could only look toward the distant vortex, his heart hardening: “This seat wants to see what’s inside!”
“Remove the barrier—let Mengying enter!”
“Sect Master…”
Li Qingyang, Xiao Zuiji, and others wanted to speak but hesitated. They could only obey the order and remove the barrier binding their junior sister.
Gaining freedom, Yao Mengying walked toward the vortex without looking back. Her crimson eyes became increasingly brilliant—clearly some powerful force was summoning her.
“You all wait here.”
Jun Changxiao said, “This seat will follow her in.”
“Old Brother!”
Gu Zhaoxi stepped forward, “Inside might be extremely dangerous. I’ll accompany…”
“Stay.”
Jun Changxiao had already caught up to Yao Mengying: “This is an order.”
“…”
Gu Zhaoxi fell silent.
Under the high-level members’ and disciples’ gazes, Jun Changxiao and Yao Mengying walked step by step toward the vortex containing extremely strong demonic qi. The surrounding atmosphere also became very solemn.
“Salute!”
Zhong Yi shouted loudly.
“Swoosh! Swoosh!”
A thousand Dark Destroyers straightened their bodies, giving the Sect Master the highest-level salute. It felt like seeing a hero off—this almost made Jun Changxiao unable to resist turning around and kicking all these idiots flying.
…
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
Inside the vortex was complete darkness. Cold wind howled and blew, sounding like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
“Thud!”
Jun Changxiao walked in, stepping on thick stone slabs.
He didn’t have time to scout the nearby environment, because Yao Mengying who entered after him was already walking forward. He could only quickly follow while remaining vigilant at all times, preventing any accidents to his disciple.
“Woo woo!”
“Woo woo woo!”
The cold wind blew with increasing frequency. Upon listening carefully, it sounded like some kind of strange language.
Of course.
The dark environment also contained extremely strong demonic qi attributes. If it were anyone else, they might have already felt discomfort. But with two spirit bodies in his possession, having experienced demonic qi invasion at the Demonic Fate Land, Jun Changxiao not only felt fine but was actually getting more energized.
“Girl?”
Dog Sheng walked while transmitting his voice.
Yao Mengying didn’t respond—clearly already completely controlled.
“Damn it!” Jun Changxiao clenched his fist, cursing inwardly, “If this is human-controlled, once I find the perpetrator, I’ll make him wish he were dead!”
“Mm?”
Dog Sheng suddenly noticed faint light ahead in the darkness. As he walked closer, the light grew brighter.
It was a circular stone platform. Around it, rows of candles burned. The stone slabs were etched with complex patterns—looking extremely sinister.
At this moment, eight black-robed martial artists stood at different positions. They all kept their heads lowered, hands clasped together, exactly like devout believers praying.
“What is this?”
Jun Changxiao furrowed his brow.
The system said, “Seems like some kind of ancient altar. Could it be related to resurrecting the Demon Ancestor?”
“The Demon Ancestor’s resurrection is in the west, isn’t it?” Jun Changxiao was puzzled. “Could it be a ruse? Drawing the Ten Great Immortal Sect powerhouses there, while the real resurrection point is actually here?”
“If that’s the case, just sending a hundred-plus first rotation martial artists to guard it—the Burial Moon Pavilion is being too careless, right?” the system said.
Having fought with the Boundary Hall for so long, this mysterious organization extending from the Demon Desolation Clan definitely didn’t lack experts. If this place truly was the Demon Ancestor’s resurrection point, without dispatching Truth-Seeking Realm level guardians, their brains must be diseased!
“Thud!”
Just then, Yao Mengying walked onto the stone platform, standing on a strange pattern resembling a formation eye. She lowered her head, clasped her hands, transforming into a devout believer.
Jun Changxiao observed carefully and discovered an empty position nearby. He came to a conclusion: “If I’m not mistaken, these eight people and Mengying all possess Innate Demon Bodies.”
According to what the Burial Moon Pavilion Helm Master said, ten Innate Demon Bodies were needed to trigger Demon Ancestor Resurrection Plan Part Two. Now nine were all in position—meaning only one remained, and it seemed to be an ascender too.
“Could it be an acquaintance?”
The system said, “Could they be from the Meteor Continent?”
“…”
Jun Changxiao said helplessly, “It’s not that coincidental, right?”
Because Yao Mengying stood on the stone platform without seemingly suffering any harm, he also stood outside the altar waiting for the tenth Innate Demon Body to appear.
“Woom!”
“Woom!”
Half an hour later, the lines on the stone slabs began to flicker, forming streams of light connecting with the nine people.
“About to start?”
Jun Changxiao was astonished, “Isn’t one still missing?”
“Woom! Woom!”
Yao Mengying and the others standing in the formation trembled slightly. Because the empty position still couldn’t be linked, unable to form some kind of fusion, the patterns at their feet flickered frequently, as if issuing warning reminders.
“Not good!”
The system exclaimed, “Yao Mengying’s life signs are rapidly declining!”
“Swoosh!”
Jun Changxiao immediately rushed forward in large strides. Just as he extended his hand to pull his disciple down, he seemed to suffer some kind of electric shock—his entire body was immediately sent flying.
“Damn it!”
Dog Sheng struggled to stand up, his whole body transmitting numbness.
The system said, “The nine of them are shrouded in an extremely strong barrier. With Host’s cultivation, there’s no way to break through it.”
“Damn it!”
Jun Changxiao roared, “Why hasn’t the tenth Innate Demon Body arrived yet!”
From the patterns’ frequent flickering, he roughly guessed this should be some kind of ceremony beginning. But because one person was missing, it couldn’t completely link up, thereby affecting the other nine.
“Life signs have dropped to 60%. If they fall below 20%, even escaping danger will cause irreversible permanent damage!” the system said.
“Thud!”
Suddenly, Jun Changxiao directly stepped forward.
He didn’t touch Yao Mengying, but stood on the empty position in the formation, roaring, “I’ll be the tenth person! I’ll form the head!”