Master Daoist Yuanmu took a deep breath and finally asked calmly, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Mo Tiange and Qin Xi looked at each other, and Qin Xi said, "We don't want anything."
"Fine." As the highest director of Jiuyan Sect, Master Daoist Yuanmu made a decision and said calmly without hesitation, "Leave this palace quickly and have nothing to do with each other from now on."
Upon hearing what he said, the corners of Mo Tiange's mouth curved. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Jing Xingzhi say lazily, "Fellow Daoist, you're right. If we obediently leave after you get the Spiritual-Linking Magic Weapon, no matter how you look at it, we'll be the ones suffering a loss!"
"Brat, don't push your luck."
Master Daoist Yuanmu didn't like Jing Xingzhi. "If we don't take the treasure, we'll return empty-handed at most. If you keep complaining, you'll die!"
"Haha, a cultivator in the Late Stage of Yuan is indeed a cultivator in the Late Stage of Yuan. How domineering!" What he said wasn't wrong, but Jing Xingzhi's tone and expression seemed to be mocking him.
However, Master Daoist Yuanmu was a great cultivator after all, so he ignored him and looked at Mo Tiange and Qin Xi. "What do you think?"
"Okay." Qin Xi looked at Mo Tiange and answered straightforwardly, "The three of us will leave the underground palace, and we'll let this junior come back."
Master Daoist Yuanmu raised his eyebrows and said, "If you two don't believe us, we'll go our separate ways. At worst, we'll die here, and you don't have to think about the Vermilion Bird Bow."
"…" Master Daoist Yuanmu didn't speak for a while. Seeing the three of them looking indifferent, he secretly clenched his teeth in hatred!
These three people were all young juniors, but they acted so shamelessly that they were comparable to Old Donkey Ma, who had been in the cultivation world for thousands of years!
In fact, he knew this was a psychological battle between the two sides. Were they really willing to die?
Probably not.
But they dared to bet, and this kind of courage already gave them the chips to win.
What about himself?
When this space was opened, most of the divine senses on the five holy objects dissipated. In other words, they couldn't be recognized as masters again and were no longer the key to this space.
Unless they were like the Five Sages, who had also found a way to open up this space. But there was only one day left before the Divine Palace would be opened. They would not make it.
Without a way to open the space, they could only leave the Immortal Palace before the end of the three days, and they would not be able to enter again.
Under such circumstances, if they missed this opportunity, they would forever lose the chance to obtain the Vermilion Bird Bow.
The Vermilion Bird Bow. For the past hundred thousand years, the Jiuyan Sect had chosen a suitable disciple to cultivate the Ice and Fire Arts in every generation to prepare for the opening of the Sea of Return Ruins. It had been more than one hundred generations.
The goal that had persisted for a hundred generations suddenly had the possibility of being realized in his generation. How could he let it go to waste?
If that was the case, he would have let down his ancestors, and he would have let down his ancestors!
Thinking of this, Daoist Master Yuan Mu suddenly felt a sense of exhaustion.
He had entered the Jiuyan Sect at a young age, and because of his astonishing aptitude, he had been accepted as an inner disciple by a Nascent Soul cultivator. In the span of several hundred years, he had progressed from an inner disciple to an inner disciple, then to a direct disciple, and finally formed a Nascent Soul and became a Grand Supreme Elder.
Everything had been smooth sailing. At five hundred years old, he advanced to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, shocking Yunzhong, and became Jiuyan Sect's First Grand Supreme Elder. For the past four hundred years, his words were final, and his position was high and powerful.
However, under the glory that everyone envied, there was also a burden that others couldn't see.
For the past four hundred years, for the sake of Jiuyan Sect, he had schemed and racked his brains every time.
In fact, he hadn't even reached a thousand years old. For a great cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, this was the best time of his life.
However, he felt like he was getting old. In particular, competing with these juniors made him feel mentally and physically exhausted. All of a sudden, he wanted to throw all these things away and go back to his days of Closed Door Meditation and painstakingly cultivate.
Daoist Master Yuan Mu sighed softly. He waved his hand and said, "I'll give you the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn. After that, Senior Martial Brother Iron Face and I will go to pursue him.
I hope you can keep your word and let this brat go before we leave. "
His tone was very calm, so calm that it sounded a little tired. It seemed he didn't want to argue with them anymore, which surprised the three of them.
However, since Daoist Master Yuan Mu agreed, their goal was achieved.
Qin Xi signaled Jing Xingzhi to take Ling Yunhe out first. Then he cupped his hands to bid farewell to the two late stage Nascent Soul cultivators then he and Mo Tiange followed after them.
They left the main hall. Sure enough, Daoist Master Yuan Mu kept his promise and didn't follow them with Daoist Master Iron Face.
"Fellow Daoist Ling, I'm sorry," Mo Tiange said to Ling Yunhe apologetically after they left the main hall.
Previously, she was alone and bullied by the three great cultivation groups, but Ling Yunhe had always treated her well. She still remembered this favor.
Ling Yunhe shook his head with a calm expression. "Our positions are different. Fellow Daoist Mo, you don't have to take it to heart."
Mo Tiange once said this to him. At that time, he never expected he would say the same thing to her one day.
He could only say that the affairs of the world were inconstant. They weren't fated to be together, and they didn't even have the chance to coexist peacefully.
Mo Tiange sighed softly but didn't say anything.
"Let's go," Jing Xingzhi said. "Is the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn enough for us to get out of the underground palace?"
"It should be enough." Only Mo Tiange knew the entrance and exit, so she was naturally the one to answer. "If our luck isn't too bad and we run into a large number of devils along the way."
The reason why it took them so long to find the main hall after they went down to the underground palace was because they ran into a large number of devils and were delayed for a long time.
Jing Xingzhi nodded and didn't say anything else.
They didn't have much time. The four of them flew at full speed.
Mo Tiange's spiritual breath was a bit unstable, so she was carried by Qin Xi while Jing Xingzhi held Ling Yunhe hostage.
The four of them just passed through a stone path when Qin Xi suddenly stopped. "What's going on?"
"What's wrong?" Mo Tiange asked.
"Sense your surroundings."
In the next moment, the four people's expressions changed.
This underground palace and sacrificial temple were full of devil aura. Even in places with relatively light devil aura, they could still feel the chaotic mixture of spirit and devil aura. But at this moment, this kind of chaotic feeling changed.
"Devil aura …" Ling Yunhe blurted out, pointing at a corner.
There was a very faint devil aura there, which was now slowly losing its color.
Soon after, everyone could see with their naked eyes that the devil aura around them was slowly disappearing — or in other words, the devil aura was rushing in one direction!
She raised her head and glanced at Qin Xi. Both of their eyes were filled with shock!
They all knew there was an Primordial Devil Stone Tablet in this sacrificial temple, and this Primordial Devil Aura came from this stone tablet. Now that the devil aura was abnormal, it was very likely that there was a problem with the stone tablet!
They knew how powerful Primordial Devil Aura was. If there was a problem with this stone tablet, would there be any serious consequences?
"Not good!" Qin Xi suddenly shouted. He pulled Mo Tiange, turned around, and ran. "Let's go back!"
Jing Xingzhi was baffled when he heard that, but in the next moment, his expression also changed. He pulled Ling Yunhe and followed behind Qin Xi, running wildly in the direction of the main hall.
Devils!
Just as they ran back to the main hall, a wave of countless devils surged in the direction where the devil aura disappeared.
Returning to the main hall in time and avoiding the wave of devils, the four of them looked terrified.
The cultivation levels of these devils weren't very high, and none of them had reached the Nascent Soul realm. However, there were so many of them that even cultivators in the late Nascent Soul realm couldn't take them lightly.
If they had been a bit slower and collided with these devils, the consequences …
"You —" Master Daoist Yuanmu only said two words when he saw the devils rushing out of the stone path beside the main hall. His expression froze. "This is …"
He and Master Daoist Iron Mask stayed in the main hall. The Vermilion Bird's breath was so strong that the devil aura couldn't invade it, and the devils would also avoid it, so they didn't notice the changes outside.
Now that he saw so many demonic creatures rushing madly, he spread out his Divine Sense and knew what was going on.
"What's going on?"
Master Daoist Yuanmu muttered to himself. This sudden change made him not care about Mo Tiange and the others coming back. Instead, he looked at Master Daoist Iron Mask. "Senior Martial Brother Iron Mask, this …"
"Devil aura … It's the stone tablet!"
Under the black iron mask, Master Daoist Iron Mask's tone was surprised and solemn. "Could it be that old guy Guifang?"
Even Mo Tiange felt strange about the disappearance of Guifang Demon Monarch and his disciple, let alone Master Daoist Iron Mask, who was more familiar with Guifang.
In terms of age, he was much older than Master Daoist Yuanmu. He was almost two thousand years old. Except for major events like the Returning Ruins Sea, he usually cultivated in seclusion, waiting for his death.
In Yunzhong, the cultivator in the late Nascent Soul realm who was closest to his lifespan was Guifang Demon Monarch. Both of them only had a little more than a hundred years left. Even if they used all methods to prolong their lifespans, they wouldn't live more than five hundred years.
Although the two of them weren't good friends, they understood each other better than others at such a similar age.
With Guifang Demon Monarch's ability, Master Daoist Iron Mask absolutely didn't believe that he would die while searching for the tablet. But they had no idea where he went.
Now that the Primordial Devil Aura in the sacrificial temple had changed and many devils were gathering in a certain place, Master Daoist Iron Mask naturally thought of the missing Guifang Demon Monarch.
Could it be that the old guy also hid his true purpose and secretly entered the underground palace to look for the Primordial Devil Tablet?
This wasn't impossible. The spiritual beast's aura on the Vermilion Bird Bow couldn't be controlled by devil cultivators, and the Primordial Devil Art was the real top-grade treasure for devil cultivators!
Unfortunately, the auras in this sacrificial temple were mixed. Even Nascent Soul realm cultivators like them couldn't spread their divine senses smoothly, so they couldn't probe the situation in the distance.
This sudden change forced the four people who had just left back into the main hall. The two Nascent Soul realm cultivators also didn't have the mood to care about their previous agreement.
If things were really as they guessed, the situation would be complicated.
If Guifang Demon Monarch absorbed so much devil aura, his strength would definitely increase greatly. He might even be able to use it to advance to the Deification realm.
Although the Vermilion Bird Bow was useless to him, how could he let such a powerful spirit-connected magic weapon that could threaten him exist?
Compared to this, the matter of these three juniors was simply negligible.