The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Chapter 80

Across the hill, someone is waiting

Translated by Vaishu

Edited by Vaishu

Pill Stream was the name of a large sect, as well as a place to the east of the central continent.

After years of abundant rain, there are large and small waterfalls in more than a hundred places, before reaching the mountain, first hear the sound of water rumbling like thunder.

The splashing mist merged with the clouds and mist. Green and red leaves intertwined with each other. If a disciple of the Luo River Sect wearing a purple robe walked forward, the color of the mountain ridges would become even more gorgeous.

But today, on the trestle road, beside the wooden bridge, and even in the white-walled, gray houses, there was not a single person’s shadow, not a single sound could be heard.

The waterfall’s gurgle and rinse were dismal.

Dead as winter.

The disciples of Liujian were gathered in the Great Void Temple.

The vast and endless great hall was tightly packed, and the outside of the hall was also filled with people.

In the middle of the hall, there was a huge empty space.

The pale-faced beautiful young girl stood there, confronting the dozen or so people.

“Junior-apprentice Sister, I’m afraid you’ve suffered too much of a blow. You’re exhausted, and your mind isn’t clear either …”

Chu Huan said indifferently.

It was a great change, but his clothes were in a bun. From head to toe, they were unruffled, making him seem even more stable and reliable than a mountain.

As the eldest disciple of Crooked River, he had the same temperament as his master, both of them were as gentle as water.

Even the reproachful words gave birth to an inexplicable sense of trust.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone chimed in, “That’s right, Martial Nephew Qu, you can’t speak carelessly. You said Martial Nephew Chu harmed your parents, but do you have any evidence?”

“We are all very sad that Saint Qu and Sect Master Liu have passed away …”

However, right now, Martial Nephew the Chu is still in charge of the sect. “

“What nonsense are you spouting? Do you want to disturb the hearts of the people? What kind of peace of mind do you have?!”

The ones who spoke were a few elders with realms much higher than Chu Huan’s. At this moment, they were standing behind her, seemingly with her as their leader.

The expressions of the other disciples in the hall were all different. Some were convinced, some were skeptical, and for a moment, no one spoke a word.

Normally, Chu Huan and Chen Yi would take care of the affairs in the sect. Compared to the rarely seen Sect Master and Saint, these two had a high prestige among the disciples.

Now that Chen Yi wasn’t here, the current situation was entirely due to Chu Huan’s words.

The smoke didn’t understand.

He didn’t understand why Chu Huan had entered his sect before he was born. His parents had always viewed him as their own, so why did they do such a thing?

If his father didn’t trust him, how could the ingenious traps and all sorts of sinister methods he used be hidden from the Sublime Sage?

He didn’t understand how those elders were so kind and kind yesterday, and how they could lie in such a harsh manner today.

I don’t know why, overnight.

Although her talent was outstanding and her mind was intelligent, she was still a little girl in the end.

A little girl who had always been under the protection of her parents.

How could she know that a man’s heart is hard to fathom, or that the chips for betrayal are more than gratitude?

Qu Fuyan gripped his sword tightly, his joints turning white.

She looked into Chu Huan’s eyes.

He looked at his once familiar, now incomparably terrifying senior brother, and did not take a single step back.

“Heaven knows the cycle, the sun and moonshine, you know what you’ve done!”

Chu Huan didn’t argue any further. She only said softly, “But who would believe that?”

No one spoke.

The palace was terrifyingly quiet.

Therefore, when the voice rang out, it was especially clear, as if the entire stream could hear it.

“I believe you.”

“I believe in you, senior apprentice-sister.”

The crowd parted on their own, and Chen Yi approached the door.

Wherever he went, the thick stench of blood dispersed.

His sleeve was tattered and his hair was disheveled. He was covered in dust and looked very pathetic.

However, the light in his eyes was clear and firm. It could be seen that his ambushes and assassinations along the way did not weaken him in the slightest.

At this moment, Qu Duyan suddenly had the urge to cry.

Chu Huan’s expression slightly changed. She knew the plan for the journey from the West Continent to the Rivers Stream Valley, but Chen Yi still came back.

It’s a variable.

East Continent.

Endless Snow Field.

There was no winter, summer, spring, or autumn here, and every year, it was a deathly white scene in a world of ice and snow.

In the lead-gray sky, the heavy snow could instantly drown the figures people.

However, today’s snowy plain was especially dazzling.

A group of black-robed men moved through the snowstorm, their bodies erratic. In the blink of an eye, they had traveled more than a hundred feet.

The leader suddenly stopped and looked at the snowy mountain not far away.

With his cultivation level, he could naturally see the formations and palaces above.

Someone was kneeling silently at his feet.

“Asgard Master, shall we go to Tongtian Snow Peak?”

The leader shook his head. “No.”

He really liked the throne of the Golden Palace.

That was left behind by the Demon Sovereign a million years ago. How could her jade-like eyebrows match it?

But he was in a hurry.

He was so eager to get close to her that he didn’t have the time to think about it.

He wanted to go to the Pit of Falling Stars.

He had signed a contract with the monster in the abyss first.

If a major event could be accomplished, then not only would the reincarnation of the Devil Palace be a piece of cake for the entire world.

But he did not think that when he crossed the river and came to the side of the abyss, there would already be people waiting there for him.

“Yu Zhan went to the West Continent.”

“The ravine is divided into the north and south sects.”

“‘Cold sky’, ‘West Water’ two palaces. When they received the news from us, they all went to the Meteor Abyss and died in the abyss.”

“The Northern Land will take place on the third day of next month. It has been arranged.”

“…”

At the Crosscut Mountain Cliff, the people in black robes sitting on the cliff face were successively receiving the news from various places.

Some would tell the rest of his life, some wouldn’t.

Chu Huan’s betrayal and the rebellion of the Sage King of the Northern Lu were driven by him. He was the one who led Yu Zhan to the Western Land, and he was the one who made up the demon contract for the Fallen Star Abyss.

The heavens and the earth were all in this scheme of things.

There were many things, though, that he did not expect.

For example, the headmaster did not follow his plan to go to the Northern Continent, nor did he go to the Luo River.

For example, the juniors of the Green Foothold Sword Sect were more promising than he had imagined. The other disciple of the Crooked River Sword Sect was still alive.

Or the two stars.

But these are all details.

Those who achieved great things didn’t bother with trifling matters.

No matter if it was the Devil Sovereign or the True Immortal, they were all things that happened a million years ago. In this era of stars, it wasn’t their turn to make an appearance.

He sat on a pine branch and looked at the clouds. He had never felt that the world was so vast and beautiful.

But then he heard the rest of the world ask,

“What are you waiting for?”

He couldn’t help but laugh softly.

He did not wait. He was just enjoying the process of gradually reaching the pinnacle.

It’s enough now.

He stood up, the pine branches still under his feet.

There was no surging devil energy that covered the sky and earth, only a faint, bright red smoke emitted from his pale to almost transparent fingers, gently drifting towards the sea of clouds.

Countless streams of sword Qi burst out from around the middle-aged Daoist, breaking through the clouds of mist.

If someone were to look up from the foot of the mountain, he or she would have the terrifying illusion that the sky was being torn apart by his or her life.

He struggled to persevere and was nearing the end of his rope. However, when he saw the black-cloaked person make his move, his eyes immediately lit up and his chest heaved up and down. He was even more enraged than when he had proven that he had fallen into the devil for the rest of his life.

“Rong Zhuo!”

You devil!

“He actually didn’t die in the Western Ice Mountain!”

The battle of the Western Mountains was the only war that broke out a hundred years ago.

At that time, Yu Zhan was just beginning to emerge from the lair, so the goal of exorcism was naturally not her, but RongZhuo and his Fine Jade Palace.

Rong Zhuo had already reached the Sky Devil Realm, which was equivalent to the Taoist cultivator’s sub-sage realm. He wanted to unify the Devil Palace and cross the sea to travel to the other four continents.

After the Devil Palace split apart for a million years, there was only one person who came out of it. His cultivation and ambition were enough to threaten the great power of the world.

So the vast and the green foothills formed an alliance of the Liuqi, and they fought their way up to Xiling Mountain.

Liu was traveling down the mountain, so he went as well.

After the great battle, everyone thought that Rong Zhuo was dead.

Zhou Yuandao had witnessed his heart meridian shattering with his own eyes.

The Palace of Fine Jade had been ruined and had been taken over by Rong Zhuo’s disciple. It had been many years since it last reached its climax.

In contrast, the golden palace’s splendor is clearly more striking.

As time passed, the crowd could only remember the tragic battle at Xiling Mountain, and gradually forgot why they had fought this battle.

But there are always people who don’t forget.

When the thin wisp of smoke arrived in front of his eyes, Zhou Yuantao had the illusion that he was back on Xiling Mountain, next to the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

He had returned to his youth.

At this time, he had a way to save more primeval essence, just like how he dealt with the great sea of clouds for the rest of his life.

Struggling to hold on, trying to buy as much time as possible.

It was not to save him after the rest of the Assassins woke up from their shock but to wait for the rest of their lives to be devoured by the demons.

However, it was different now. Since the black-cloaked person was Murong Zhuo, then no one could do anything. Why not fight him?

The middle-aged Daoist slightly raised his right hand and made a grabbing motion, as if he was holding a sword.

Thousands of streams of sword Qi gathered around him, and the sound of the wind breaking was like a blood-curdling hiss.

Although his Mountain Suppression Sword was damaged, he was still alive, and Jianxin was still alive.

Zhou Yuandao’s expression was solemn. He grasped an invisible sword in his hand and slashed at the wisp of scarlet smoke!

The other party only raised his finger slightly, but he wanted to be like an honored guest.

This was because the smoke contained a terrifying and supreme pressure that was close to the threshold of a saint.

Not only did Rong Zhuo not die, but his cultivation realm was also even higher than back then.

Under the blade of the sword, the smoke dispersed.

A faint scarlet glow floated amongst the sea of clouds.

It was like a drop of ink falling into clear water. It was light and soundless, but it was quickly dyed red, dying the sky a hundred miles red in an instant.

Blood trickled out of the corner of Zhou Yuantao’s mouth. The sea of clouds under his feet churned, turning into a sea of blood.

The disciples of the Parasol felt the sky darken. They looked up and saw a blinding red cloud that blotted out the sun.

It was not like the magnificent sunset glow. It was pure scarlet as if thick blood was about to drip down.

Those with a lower cultivation realm could not help but exclaim as they felt a piercing pain in their eyes from just one look.

“The Sect Leader is fighting with a demonic cultivator on the summit, why are you making such a big fuss?!”

The disciples nodded in agreement and dispersed, not daring to ask any more questions.

He Lai turned to the young man next to him with a respectful face, “Eldest senior brother, there is a big matter on the mountain today. The elder has instructed me not to go up.”

The youth slightly frowned but didn’t agree.

He Li’s face was stiff, but she didn’t dare to say anything.

Suddenly, the wind began to blow. A ray of light cut through the glaring red clouds above the nine heavens and gently descended.

Like a candle flame in the night, eye-catching.

The youth extended his hand, and this ray of light just happened to land between his fingers like a feather.

It was spotlessly white.

The next moment, the red clouds were split layer by layer. In a continuous exclamation, thousands of feathers fell down from the sky.

All eighteen views of the nine palaces of the Bo-Pu Sect were caged in the flying feathers that filled the sky.

The young man finally made up his mind and walked up the mountain path, leaving the sound of persuasion behind him.

Zhou Yuandao stood in the sea of blood. His sea of consciousness was also infected by the blood, and the nauseating thick and fishy stench enveloped him.

His cheeks were sunken and his face was pale.

The sword strike just now wasn’t meant to cut Qingyan down in the first place.

He had to use his sword.

Tens of thousands of sword rays flowed out, breaking through the sea of blood in an unending stream. They were like bright and scorching feathers as they landed on the pine branches at the edge of the cliff.

Cheng Tianyu used the same technique on the Falling Flower Assembly. Its might was already astonishing, so how could it compare to a ten-thousandth of what was currently happening?

This was a sword technique from when Asian Saints were young.

He focused on his cultivation and glory for the rest of his life.

The Flying Feather of the Hua Pavilion was extremely beautiful and extremely chilling.

In the face of this sword, the loose branches under his feet were broken, and the dense black robe was shredded to pieces, finally revealing his true appearance.

His body blurred as he appeared above the sea of blood. As he crazily danced in the air, his red clothes became even thicker than blood.

The 100,000 mountains in the early winter were already extremely cold. The cold wind was like blades, the frosted sky was boundless, and the fallen leaves accumulated into a thick layer.

Many berserk beasts returned to their caves in preparation for their long hibernation.

But the most terrifying thing was never the beasts.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan didn’t stop for a moment along the way. They also had to deal with the endless dangers in the mountain. When they walked out of the mountain, their spirits were slightly exhausted.

As far as the eye could see, the clouds on the horizon were as red as blood, and the light was as clear as feathers.

When they were about eighty miles away from the Parasol, someone happened to be blocking the way.

Her hair tied up, her expression indifferent, she didn’t know how long she waited, but the sword in her hand was already covered in a light frost.

She was far and patient, naturally, she didn’t want to welcome them.

Across the hill, people waited.

It was not a good thing, especially at this moment, when he wanted to compete for every second.

The more he frowned.