Chapter 75
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Chapter 75: Die Unregretted
Great Sage Xue said coldly, "Since you insist on staying on the island, take care of yourself."
"Junior Brother Qinghe, let’s depart."
The crane flapped its wings and soared into the depths of Xuan Gui Island.
Myriad Phenomena Saint was utterly confused.
But he didn’t dwell on it. He retrieved some pills and swallowed them to heal.
Xuan Gui Island resembled a dark tortoise. Legend claimed it formed from the carcass of a primordial black tortoise that perished in the Sea of All Realms.
At this moment.
At the island’s center, upon an eerie altar, a white-haired man in black robes sat in lotus position. Murmuring incantations, he drew wisps of resentment from the world into his body.
The altar was constructed from assorted bones, radiating a sinister aura.
The white-haired man sat atop it. Above his head floated a peculiar Ancient Mirror bearing an archaic divine pattern. Thick resentment channeled through the mirror into his form.
As he absorbed the resentment, his aura swelled steadily, surpassing even Gui Qinghe’s power.
"Two more days, and I’ll fully assimilate this altar’s energy to breakthrough to the great sage level," the white-haired man licked his lips. "This journey wasn’t wasted."
"The True Martial God Sect claims to be righteous, yet treads the crooked path after all."
A scornful laugh echoed.
Darkness enveloped the sky as a crane landed before the altar. Great Sage Xue and Gui Qinghe glared at the white-haired man, their expressions icy with derision.
"Gui Qinghe?"
The white-haired man’s pupils contracted sharply. "How are you here?"
Panic seized him.
The True Martial God Sect and the Daoist faction were sworn enemies.
Encounters outside their domains inevitably meant life-or-death battles.
Now, at his critical breakthrough juncture, the Daoists’ arrival meant his cultivation could not continue.
He stared at Great Sage Xue, face tightening with dread.
A great sage stood before him.
His chances of survival looked grim.
"Qin Zhongdao, we meet again," Gui Qinghe stated impassively. "Never imagined you’d near the great sage level. Pity you won’t get the chance."
Great Sage Xue’s eyes scanned the altar, sneering. "Crooked tricks!"
"Even if you became a great sage, you’d remain worthless."
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s calculations were precise," Gui Qinghe stroked his beard, smiling. "Two days later, and subduing you would’ve taken effort."
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?"
Qin Zhongdao frowned deeply.
"So, you’ve come specifically for me."
Qin Zhongdao sneered coldly, “Though I know not why you’ve tracked me down, I’ve prepared long for my breakthrough to the great sage level. Did you all truly believe I’d have no defenses?”
BOOM!
As his words faded, the altar violently trembled. Black demonic smoke streamed out from piles of skeletal remains, coalescing into monstrous, grotesque demons that loomed in the void.
HOOOWWWL!
The roars of each demon shook heaven and earth, collapsing the very void, their piercing screeches evoking inner desires and flooding minds with countless cravings.
At the edge of Xuan Gui Island, Myriad Phenomena Saint, deep in recuperation, shuddered instinctively at the clamor. He snapped his eyes open, staring toward the island’s center.
Black clouds blotted the sky; towering demons stood watch as seething demonic energy ravaged the world. The void corroded beneath its spread. Like an unstoppable tide, it gradually devoured all of Xuan Gui Island.
“What in the world is happening?”
Myriad Phenomena Saint paled in horror, “Could this be caused by the Dao Sect?”
He scrambled to his feet and soared into the high air.
One glance revealed it all—the altar, the two Dao Deities, and Qin Zhongdao.
“Are they here for him?”
The thought flashed through Myriad Phenomena Saint’s mind.
Gui Qinghe and Great Sage Xue had clearly come prepared.
Whatever defenses Qin Zhongdao had laid might withstand Gui Qinghe, but they’d never hold against Great Sage Xue.
“Senior Brother, end this swiftly.”
Gui Qinghe urged.
“Precisely my intent.”
Great Sage Xue replied lightly, his aversion to delay plain.
CRACK!
Great Sage Xue summoned his horsetail whisk. Its countless strands danced like orderly divine chains, piercing demon after demon. Qin Zhongdao’s demonic technique shattered in an instant.
One stood at the Saint King level; the other barely ascended to the great sage level.
The gap in power was immense.
As Great Sage Xue swung his whisk, its threads knotted the very void, sealing Xuan Gui Island completely. The demonic energy churned before its cleansing power, scattering into ash.
Qin Zhongdao roared desperately, channeling all his strength into saint king divine weapons.
One after another, he hurled saint king divine weapons wildly, treating them like common cabbages.
Yet before Great Sage Xue, every desperate act proved futile.
After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Qin Zhongdao finally collapsed in total exhaustion.
None of his methods held the slightest meaning before Great Sage Xue.
KABOOM!
With a mere thought from Great Sage Xue, the altar exploded into smithereens. Boundless hatred shattered and faded away. Qin Zhongdao, like a rabid beast, howled and thrashed endlessly.
His path to great sage—now utterly hopeless.
Gui Qinghe wore a calm expression. After receiving the news from Ye Xu, he had quickly returned to the Taoist community and hastened without pause to Xuan Gui Island.
Everything was perfectly prepared; Qin Zhongdao was certain to die.
With Qin Zhongdao killed, the True Martial God Sect would suffer a not insignificant loss of strength.
"How did you know I was on Xuan Gui Island?" Qin Zhongdao seemed to accept his fate, staring at Gui Qinghe as he said, "I want to die with peace of mind."
Qin Zhongdao couldn’t fathom how it was possible. He had distanced himself from the Yuan Realm, and the news of his hiding on Xuan Gui Island was known to only two people within the True Martial God Sect itself.
How could the Taoist community have learned it?
Gui Qinghe looked towards Great Sage Xue.
Great Sage Xue gave a slight nod.
Gui Qinghe said, "All your information was provided to me by the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. Otherwise, I could never have known you were training on Xuan Gui Island."
"Who exactly is the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?" Qin Zhongdao gritted his teeth.
This was the second time he had heard the title ‘master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’.
"Why would he tell you my whereabouts?" Qin Zhongdao’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets in rage.
Gui Qinghe raised a faint, knowing smile.
"In my opinion, the root cause of all this lies with the True Martial God Sect and its Saint Ziyang."
Qin Zhongdao’s expression turned puzzled.
"The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion is renowned, yet the True Martial God Sect foolishly sought to employ force, dispatching Saint Ziyang to forcibly ‘invite’ him to Zhongzhou with the aim of imprisoning him within the sect. Utterly overestimating their capabilities."
"I merely accepted the opportunity presented to eliminate Saint Ziyang."
"Your whereabouts were nothing more than a courtesy, a convenient favor granted to me by the master."
Gui Qinghe spoke with eloquent ease.
Pu!
After hearing this account, Qin Zhongdao spat out a mouthful of old blood.
This truly was a case of sitting peacefully at home only for disaster to strike from nowhere.
The trouble stirred up by Saint Ziyang—what did it have to do with him?
"Qin Zhongdao, the True Martial God Sect’s arrogance and conceit are nothing new; this time, you kicked an iron plate," Gui Qinghe said with a laugh. "Just accept your fate."
"Wait!"
Driven by a fierce desire to survive, Qin Zhongdao cried out, "I possess the True Martial God Sect’s foundational treasured texts! I know countless secrets! Spare me, and I’ll tell you everything!"
"Time for your journey."
Great Sage Xue’s gaze was icy. His horsetail whisk wrapped around Qin Zhongdao’s neck.
Simultaneously, threads of dust manifested upon Qin Zhongdao’s primordial spirit, splitting it into fragments. The whisk enfolded the primordial spirit, rapidly refining it.
From start to finish, Qin Zhongdao couldn’t even muster resistance.
The gulf in their strength was like a chasm.
Utter resentment filled Qin Zhongdao’s face; his eyes widened like bronze bells.
He truly died with eyes wide open, both literally and figuratively.
He had never even heard of the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, much less had any grievance with him—yet his death came because of him!
"I refuse to accept this…"
A final, rasping roar escaped Qin Zhongdao’s throat. The light gradually faded from his eyes, and his vital aura dissipated until he perished utterly.
