Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 53 Black Mountain Altar

"Sect Leader, is there still no news from the Ancestor and the Supreme Elder?" The beautiful young woman frowned slightly and spoke first. The two elders sitting opposite her glanced at Sect Leader He at the head of the table.

"Ever since our ancestor and the other seniors from other sects in Qingzhou went to that dark forest, we haven't heard anything back." He Yinghua also had a furrowed brow, looking very preoccupied.

"Could it be that something has happened to the Ancestor and the others?" Upon hearing this, the red-haired giant's eyes widened, and he suddenly spoke, his voice booming like a bell.

"Junior Brother Iron Ape, don't talk nonsense. The Ancestor and the Supreme Elder are both at the Nascent Soul stage, and their supernatural powers are earth-shattering. Moreover, they went with other seniors from other sects. Even if the Dark Forest is extremely dangerous, how could anything really happen? Most likely, they are dealing with important matters and are too busy to be there." The white-haired old man glared at the red-haired giant and spoke in a deep voice.

The red-haired giant rolled his eyes but didn't say anything more.

"This war with the Fanli Kingdom is probably no ordinary affair, far from the simple probing of each other in the past. Junior Brother Qingmu, what do you think?" He Yinghua's eyes flashed as he suddenly asked the white-haired old man.

"Like the Fire Feather Kingdom, the Fence Kingdom also has three sects under one main body. In the end, the Burial Ghost Sect is the leader. It is undoubtedly the Burial Ghost Sect that started this incident. I originally thought that this time, like before, we would stop after a brief confrontation. However, according to what that little fellow named Du Fan said, the Burial Ghost Sect must have a big plan this time, so we must be on guard." The white-haired old man stroked his beard and spoke slowly, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"My thoughts are similar to those of Junior Brother Qingmu. Now that the Ancestor is not in the sect, we must handle this matter even more carefully." He Yinghua nodded slightly, his words solemn.

"Sect Leader, are you saying that the Burial Ghost Sect dares to attack my Kongsang Sect's mountain gate?" The young and beautiful woman's eyes flashed with cold light as she spoke in a cold voice.

"Hmph! It's not as simple as just attacking the mountain gate. If the other side really does, as Du Fan said, unknowingly enter the heart of my Kongsang Sect through the Dispersed Lands, then with an attack from both inside and outside, it wouldn't be impossible for them to uproot my Kongsang Sect!" He Yinghua's refined face had now completely darkened.

"Sect Leader, why do you boost the morale of others and diminish our own? The strength of our Kongsang Sect is no less than that of the Burial Ghost Sect. If they dare to come, we will make sure they never return!" The red-haired giant slammed his hand on the wooden table beside him and roared.

"It's not that simple. If the other party wasn't absolutely certain, why would they have such an idea? It seems that the Land of Scattered Souls is just one of the trump cards of the Burial Ghost Sect. Besides that, there must be other backup plans." He Yinghua shook his head and explained to his junior brother with a helpless expression.

"No matter what, we already know about the Land of Scattered Things, and the mysterious token has been retrieved. Even if the Burial Ghost Gate has any other schemes, they are nothing to worry about!" The young and beautiful woman raised her eyebrows and suddenly spoke.

"That's right, that little guy Du Fan has really made a great contribution this time. Since there's a problem with the Dispersed Land, there's nothing more to say. We can only destroy the spatial passage that has already been opened!" Aoki nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Although there may still be some spiritual herbs and medicines, or even the caves of ancient cultivators, in the scattered lands, we can't worry about that now. Tomorrow morning, the three of you will come with me to completely destroy that passage," He Yinghua ordered decisively.

"Yes!" The other three naturally had no problem and accepted the order in unison.

"Those old fogies from the Burial Ghost Sect are quite patient. It turns out they started plotting against my Kongsang Sect over a hundred years ago, and every few years they would stir up some friction to try and mislead us. Now, taking advantage of the absence of the Ancestor and the Supreme Elder, they finally want to take down my Kongsang Sect in one fell swoop. What a grand scheme!"

He Yinghua felt a lingering fear. If he hadn't discovered the conspiracy of the Dispersed Land and hadn't been able to retrieve that top-grade magic treasure, and with the Ancestor absent, it was hard to say whether he could have ultimately defended the Kongsang Sect.

The other three fell silent upon hearing this, their faces showing lingering fear; they could not bear such an outcome.

"It's a pity about that junior named Guiyuan. With his three spiritual roots and special physique, his talent for cultivation was not much worse than Feng'er's. He died so tragically in the Dispersed Land. I don't know what those old guys in the Burial Ghost Sect were thinking. Even if the Burial Ghost Sect had a ghost spiritual root that was rare to see in a thousand years, they shouldn't have done this." Qingmu suddenly thought of something and spoke up, breaking the peace of the place.

"That's their business, it has nothing to do with us. As for that kid Du Fan, he's really lucky. Logically speaking, given his merits, it wouldn't be unreasonable to make him an inner disciple of our Kongsang Sect. However, his aptitude is too poor, even worse than that of an average single-spiritual-root person. He probably won't be able to advance to the third level of the Qi Refining stage in his lifetime, so the matter of joining the inner sect is naturally off." He Yinghua suddenly said with a strange expression.

"I noticed it too. His spiritual root aura is faint. I have never seen such talent before. Senior Brother Qingmu, among us, you have the longest cultivation and the most experience. Can you see anything?" The young and beautiful woman frowned slightly, looking very puzzled.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be an extremely rare hidden spiritual root." Aoki stroked his beard, his eyes slightly narrowed, and spoke slowly.

"Hidden spiritual root? I've never heard of such a thing before." The young woman was greatly surprised upon hearing this. The iron ape opposite her also looked as if he had never heard of it before. Only He Yinghua, who was at the head of the table, had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"It's normal that Junior Sister Cuiqi hasn't heard of it. When I was traveling in my early years, I accidentally obtained a fragment of an ancient book. From some of the words in it, it mentioned something about hidden spiritual roots. This kind of spiritual root is an inferior root of heaven and earth, which cannot be cultivated on its own and needs to be activated by special means."

Even so, the cultivation speed of its possessor is extremely slow, and the difficulty of breaking through the bottleneck is more than ten times that of ordinary cultivators, with no possibility of reaching the Great Dao. "Qingye fell into thought, and after a long while, he slowly said.

Upon hearing this, the other three exchanged glances, and a hint of pity appeared in their eyes as they thought of Du Fan.

"Forget it, this matter is not important and there is no need to concern ourselves with it. Since things have changed, the inner sect disciple competition needs to be held ahead of schedule. There is no need to wait until the outer sect competition is over. We need to select promising talents from among them as soon as possible to avoid being affected by the upcoming major battle. If that happens, it will really be a loss."

Meanwhile, an internal traitor occurred this time. Although he has been eliminated, the other disciples still need to be investigated. Junior Sister Cuiqi, I'm entrusting you with these matters.

Junior Brother Qingmu, the situation is critical now, and it's no longer just a matter for one sect or school. After we finish dealing with the matters of the Scattered Lands tomorrow, go and meet with the leaders of the other three sects, briefly explain the situation, and then set a date for them to come to our Kongsang Sect for a meeting in the coming days. Oh, and you also need to go to the Ye family and invite the Ye family patriarch. I haven't seen Ye Feng's grandfather for quite some years.

"Junior Brother Iron Ape, you'll be in charge of the reward arrangements for that little guy Du Fan." He Yinghua coughed lightly and then gave his instructions methodically.

"Yes, Senior Brother Sect Leader." Elders Cuiqi and Qingmu straightened their expressions and clasped their fists in agreement.

Elder Iron Ape rolled his eyes, but still cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Alright, everyone, go back now. See you at the back of the mountain tomorrow." Headmaster He stood up and walked out of the hall first.

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In a dark mountain forest, layers of black fog shrouded the area, so thick that even sunlight could not penetrate.

Deep within the Black Mountain lies an altar, square in shape and covering a vast area of ​​a hundred acres. Its edges are covered with statues of evil spirits of varying sizes, densely packed around the altar, each one ferocious and terrifying, making the entire altar appear sinister and eerie.

Three people stood on the altar, all dressed in black robes and with pale faces.

Two of them were middle-aged men in their forties or fifties. The two men looked somewhat alike and had extraordinary features, but their eyes had a ghostly light about them, and their pale skin made them look somewhat eerie. The difference was that one of them wore a ghost crown and the other had his hair loose and flowing over his shoulders.

Beside the two was a thin boy in his teens. The boy had a blank expression and lifeless eyes, staring blankly in one direction.

"Sect Master, Gui Yuan... he has perished..." The man with disheveled hair said in a low voice, his expression darkening.

Upon hearing this, the boy beside him, who had been expressionless, flickered his eyes almost imperceptibly, a fleeting look of sorrow crossing his face.

"Since he has already fallen, the Kongsang Sect has most likely discovered this matter. Have they obtained that mysterious token?" The man wearing the ghost crown was moved upon hearing this, but after remaining silent for a while, he seemed indifferent and spoke lightly, while playing with a fist-sized white skull in his hand.

"It didn't succeed. According to the news that came back, it was just a little short, which is a pity."

"Sect Master, should we launch a full-scale attack now? That ancient land might still be usable." Seeing the other party's noncommittal attitude, the man sighed inwardly and did not mention Ghost Yuan again.

"I'm afraid it's too late. It's a pity, but it's alright. Let's wait a little longer." The man in the ghost crown spoke slowly, his emotions not changing much.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

"However, that matter must be handled properly. The Ancestor attaches great importance to it. At the same time, we must be careful to keep it a secret and clean up the mess so as not to attract the attention of those forces." The man in the ghost crown had a glint in his eyes and his expression became solemn.

"Rest assured, Sect Master, the deployment in over a hundred major cities within the Fire Feather Kingdom is complete. Once the great battle begins, we can immediately arrange the Ghost Sacrifice for Ghost Eyes." The man with disheveled hair felt a chill run down his spine and replied respectfully.

The man in the ghost crown nodded and said nothing more, merely toying with the skull in his hand with an expressionless face. The place fell silent for a moment, and the faint sound of ghostly wails coming from the depths of the Black Mountain could be heard. The eerie atmosphere permeated the entire altar, making it extremely mysterious, terrifying, and utterly frightening.

"Take Ghost Eye to the Ghost Pool for a soak. Before the Ghost Sacrifice, make sure he reaches the peak of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage!" After a long while, the man in the Ghost Crown suddenly had a thought and spoke in a deep voice.

After bowing to the boy beside him, the man with the loose hair left. The boy with the blank expression was none other than Ghost Eye, the Ghost Spirit Root cultivator whom Ghost Yuan hated so much.

Watching the two disappear into the black mist in the distance, the man with the ghost crown suddenly threw the skull in his hand into the air. The skull spun around and spewed out black mist. After a tumble of the black mist, a row of small black characters appeared in mid-air.

The man in the ghost crown stared intently, a strange smile appearing on his face. He muttered to himself, "Truly, heaven is blessing our Burial Gate!"