PNB Chapter 1743 Must We Go to War?
Chapter 1743 Must We Go to War?
Mingchuan paused, then emphasized, “The sect leader you speak of, for his own personal grudges, has resorted to these vicious methods that have long been abandoned by the Spirit Realm, harming innocent sects and mortal towns, causing widespread suffering and polluting the spiritual veins.”
"This is no longer a personal grudge; it's self-imposed isolation from the spiritual realm!"
"I have come today not to deepen the misunderstanding, but to put an end to this trouble he instigated!"
"Impossible!" Luo Yang's face flushed red. "The sect leader... he may act rashly, but he would never do such a... such a heinous thing! Someone must have framed him! Mingchuan, you were once Cang Zi'ang, you know the sect! Do you really have no regard for our past relationship and insist on fighting each other?"
Su Hao was relatively calmer, but his eyes were full of heartache and pleading: "Mingchuan, even if... even if it really is related to the sect leader, perhaps he was forced into it, or he was deceived. Could you... give us a little more time to find out?"
"If you storm their door now, what will you change besides causing rivers of blood? Those poisoned cultivators and civilians need antidotes and treatment the most!"
Their words still carried the last vestiges of their shaky trust in and protection of the sect and Su Hongzhen.
Mingchuan sighed inwardly, knowing that further words would be useless.
Su Hongzhen's madness has crossed the line of their understanding, and their stance is destined to be difficult to reverse.
Time is of the essence; there's no time to waste here.
"Old feelings? If he cared about old feelings, Zhao Hu wouldn't have had his cultivation destroyed and his meridians severed."
Mingchuan's voice turned cold. "If there were any sentimentality, those dozen or so places in the Spirit Realm wouldn't be filled with such devastation. As for the antidote and treatment... I'm working on it."
"The way to prevent more tragedies from happening is to make the perpetrators pay the price!"
He ignored the two of them, his body shone with a bright silver light, and the power of space fluctuated violently.
Su Hao and Luo Yang's expressions changed drastically. They simultaneously stepped forward, their spiritual energy surging, ready to intervene.
"Mingchuan! Stop!"
However, they were still too slow.
Or rather, in the face of Mingchuan, who had mastered profound spatial laws, the mountain gate array was not invincible, especially since he was well-prepared and had a clear objective.
Mingchuan made a sweeping motion with his hands in front of him, and a thin, yet extremely refined, silver thread appeared out of thin air, like the sharpest blade, gently touching a spot on the seemingly flawless cyan protective light barrier in front of him.
The light suddenly shone brightly, and the spatial structure seemed to twist and soften for a moment.
"go!"
Mingchuan shouted, and silver light instantly enveloped him and his three wives, transforming into a thin stream of light. It followed the softened spatial node, like mercury spilling onto the ground, and passed through the Qingcheng Yufa Sect's proud protective array without any hindrance, disappearing inside!
Throughout the entire process, the protective array failed to even trigger its alarm in time. The light at the point that was penetrated was slightly disordered for a moment before returning to normal.
Su Hao and Luo Yang's attacks missed their mark. They rushed to the light screen, only to watch helplessly as Ming Chuan and the other three disappeared. Their faces turned deathly pale instantly.
"He...he really went in..."
Luo Yang's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.
Mingchuan's mastery of spatial power clearly far exceeded their expectations.
Su Hao clenched his fists, his eyes filled with intense struggle, and finally gritted his teeth:
"Chase him! We can't let him cause trouble within the sect! Maybe...maybe we can still prevent the worst from happening!"
Without further ado, the two activated their identity tokens and rushed towards the core area of the sect through the normal mountain gate passage.
They still held a sliver of hope, hoping to stop Mingchuan before he caused irreparable damage, and also hoping... to witness firsthand some things they didn't want to face.
……
After entering the Qingcheng Imperial Dharma Sect, Mingchuan and his three companions did not linger for a moment.
With their familiarity with the internal layout of the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect and the aid of spatial perception, they bypassed the patrolling disciples and array nodes along the way like ghosts, heading straight for the sect master's main hall in the core area.
Along the way, they could clearly feel the tense and murderous atmosphere that permeated the sect.
The disciples were in a hurry, and most of them had an uneasy look on their faces. The guards at key locations were obviously strengthened, but overall there was a sense of despondency, with people feeling anxious and uneasy.
Before long, the majestic and solemn main hall, symbolizing the highest power of the Qingcheng Imperial Law Sect, came into view.
The palace gates were tightly closed, and several teams of elite disciples guarded the perimeter, with the light of the array appearing and disappearing.
However, Mingchuan's brows furrowed slightly.
His keen spatial awareness detected that although the main hall was heavily guarded, the hall itself... seemed too quiet.
A sense of unease crept into my mind.
"Something's not right." Leng Xi also noticed the abnormality and whispered, "The spiritual energy fluctuations inside the hall... are very weak, not like there's a powerful person presiding over it."
Mingchuan's eyes narrowed, and he no longer hesitated.
A flash of silver light appeared again, and the four figures vanished into thin air. The next moment, they had bypassed the outer guards and formations and teleported into the tightly closed gilded gate of the sect's main hall!
Empty, cold, and deathly silent.
The anticipated scene of Su Hongzhen sitting on the throne, ready for battle, did not materialize.
The enormous hall was deserted, except for the cool, clear light emanating from the dome's pearl, which illuminated the gleaming jade floor and the lofty throne of the sect leader.
The throne was empty.
Mingchuan's heart sank, and his gaze swept across the entire hall like lightning.
There was no trace of Su Hongzhen, no sign of an ambush, only... the lingering, chaotic traces of spiritual energy left behind by extreme repression and madness, and...
His pupils suddenly contracted!
Not far from the sect leader's throne, in an inconspicuous shadow, several extremely subtle, almost imperceptible wisps of dark purple aura, like living threads, were slowly dissipating, yet still exuding a chilling, chaotic, and ominous aura!
That's demonic energy!
Moreover, it is a very pure demonic energy, slightly different from the demonic energy commonly found in the Spirit Realm!
It carries an ancient, eerie feeling, originating from the abyss!
“Residual demonic energy… how could it be here?” Ran Qianqian also noticed it and gasped.
Dong Chuyan covered her mouth, her eyes filled with horror.
Leng Xi strode forward, carefully sensing the few wisps of demonic energy that were about to dissipate, his expression grave:
"The aura is very fresh, and it hasn't been there long. It's not from a battle, but more like... a trace left after contact or summoning."
Mingchuan's heart sank lower and lower.
Su Hongzhen was not in the main hall, but traces of demonic energy remained inside...
Considering his previous attempt to break the seal of the Demon Abyss...
"He's probably... no longer in the sect." Mingchuan's voice carried a chilling undertone. "He went to find the Demon Abyss Core himself! The demonic energy in the main hall is probably left behind from his previous attempts to contact it, or from using some item related to the Demon Core!"