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A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Li's eyes as he once again summoned his consciousness, forming a massive hand that struck down fiercely at the Demon Flame.
Once, twice, three times.
Chen Li attacked the creature's mental energy again and again, pouring all his strength into each strike. His Sea of Consciousness roared like a tempestuous ocean, waves crashing violently.
The creature's pained howls grew weaker, and the two orbs of Demon Flame began to dim. Finally, after Chen Li's ninth attack, the two orbs extinguished with a sudden flare. The creature let out a final, unwilling roar before its massive body collapsed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
At the same time, those frenzied creatures attacking the others fell lifelessly to the ground as if their strings had been cut.
Chen Li slumped weakly against the Broken Sword, gasping for breath, his face pale as death. He felt his consciousness had been drained to its limits, as if he might faint at any moment. The buzzing in his Sea of Consciousness was relentless, like millions of bees frantically buzzing around him.
He struggled to open his eyes; everything was a blur, filled with anxious faces.
"Chen Li! Are you alright?" A rough voice sounded beside him, making his head throb even more painfully.
Chen Li shook his head and focused his gaze, recognizing the person before him as one of the Lone Cultivators who had fought alongside him earlier. This burly man wore an expression of deep concern, resembling a nervous old hen.
Coughing, Chen Li felt his throat dry and spat out two mouthfuls of blood; the metallic taste spread through his mouth—he wasn't dead yet. He quickly activated Chaos Divine Grinding Visualization, allowing the chaotic energy in his Sea of Consciousness to flow slowly. The grinding wheel began to turn, crushing and absorbing the residual Demonic Energy.
Gradually, the dizziness faded away, and his awareness became clearer. Remembering how perilous things had just been, Chen Li struggled to stand up.
"This place isn't safe; we need to move quickly!"
Having just escaped from danger, he could only lean weakly against the Broken Sword for support. It was then that everyone noticed how shockingly pale Chen Li looked; blood stained the corners of his mouth and soaked through his clothes, indicating he had sustained serious internal injuries.
"Chen Li, thank you for saving us!" A voice filled with gratitude and concern reached him.
Turning to look, he saw a surviving female disciple from Heavenly Dao Sect named Chen Lingxue. Though she too bore injuries, her condition was significantly better compared to others.
Chen Li waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, then scanned the few members of the Heavenly Dao Sect.
These guys were all battered and bruised, missing limbs and looking worse off than him.
"Can you all hold on?" Chen Li asked.
The members of the Heavenly Dao Sect nodded eagerly, one disciple pushing himself to speak urgently, "Yes! Quickly! This place is dangerous!"
Chen Li frowned. The behavior of the Heavenly Dao Sect members seemed a bit unusual.
However, it was not wise to linger here any longer. Especially after those demonic creatures had appeared; they were clearly from the Demon Realm, yet somehow they had managed to come here. The chaotic and blood-red barriers in the void were still present. How had they crossed over?
"Let's find a place to recover first," Chen Li decided firmly.
Everyone silently agreed. After experiencing the earlier crisis, they were all fearful of another wave of demonic creatures arriving.
So, supporting each other, they stumbled toward a certain direction.
After a while, when the fear of Demonic Energy no longer troubled them, they discovered a secluded and dilapidated palace halfway up the mountain.
Since this location was some distance from the open battlefield and was concealed by towering trees, it still retained some parts of its original structure.
"This will do," Chen Li said.
No one objected; having a place to rest was already quite fortunate.
The palace doors were half-open, revealing darkness within that exuded an eerie atmosphere.
Cautiously, they pushed open the palace doors and stepped inside slowly.
The interior of the palace was empty, with only crumbling walls and some decayed furniture, and the air was thick with a musty odor.
"This place feels strange," one of the Lone Cultivators muttered as he rubbed his arms.
Chen Li also sensed something was off, but he simply didn’t have the energy to search for another location right now; he could only rest here for a bit and regain some strength.
The group found a relatively clean corner to sit down and began to regulate their breathing and heal their wounds.
Chen Li sat cross-legged, activating Chaos Divine Grinding Visualization to absorb the surrounding Spiritual Energy.
Time flowed silently, and the shadows of the Ruined Palace seemed to solidify.
Everyone either sat cross-legged or leaned against the walls, all focused on recovering their physical and spiritual strength. Chen Li slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, operating the Chaos Divine Grinding Visualization to its utmost, absorbing all the thin Spiritual Energy around him.
He opened his eyes, feeling that his internal injuries had slightly improved, but he still felt weak. His gaze swept over the others; he noticed that although the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect still looked pale, their breathing had stabilized significantly, indicating they had regained some energy.
After pondering for a moment, Chen Li slowly spoke: "What happened to you from the Three Major Sects? Why are only a few of you left, and why are you so heavily injured?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the previously calm atmosphere instantly froze. The faces of the Heavenly Dao Sect disciples turned grim, and deep resentment surged in their eyes. They fell silent for a while until one disciple with a broken leg gritted his teeth and said: "It was the Holy Spirit Palace! Chen Ming, it was him who harmed us! He wanted our lives and aimed to open a passage to the Demon Realm!"
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned. The Holy Spirit Palace was known alongside the Heavenly Dao Sect and the Heavenly Sword Sect as one of the righteous Three Major Sects. Although there were occasional frictions among them, they generally maintained harmony. Why would Chen Ming, a junior master of the Holy Spirit Palace and its future leader, target other righteous sects and seek to open a passage to the Demon Realm? It was simply unfathomable!
A Lone Cultivator couldn't help but ask: "Chen Ming? Has he gone mad? Why would he do such a thing?"
"He hasn't gone mad!" another disciple from the Heavenly Dao Sect suddenly raised his head, his eyes red and voice hoarse. "He is a Demon Prince! He has long been secretly colluding with the demon race! We witnessed him using forbidden techniques to sacrifice our fellow disciples and open a rift leading to the Demon Realm, releasing those demonic creatures!"
Silence and a musty odor intertwined, spreading throughout the Ruined Palace and creating an invisible sense of oppression. Everyone seemed frozen in place, only heavy breaths echoed in the air.
Chen Li was also taken aback. Chen Ming was a Demon Prince?
This news struck him like thunder in his mind. He recalled the previous bloodline test where Chen Ming had displayed astonishing talent, cultivating at a speed far surpassing his peers and being hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of the Holy Spirit Palace.
However, he had also been arrogant due to his status as the heir of Wuding Marquisate, looking down on others and even casually killing those around him. Even when entering the Holy Spirit Palace, he had severely injured a junior disciple simply because that disciple hesitated while offering spiritual herbs. His ruthless methods were chilling.
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