The Soul-refining Blood Banner sealed the city as the overwhelming Demon Sword swept through.
Li Mountain City had become ruins.
The intricate carvings and paintings of yesterday were now reduced to rubble and broken walls, and the once splendid opulence was left in disarray.
Big White was pulling the cart, walking ahead.
Mo Hua and Junior Brother, Junior Sister, and Aunt Xue followed behind, accompanying the large group of cultivators from the Five Elements Sect as they left the sect's territory, exited the Mountain Protection Array, and entered the desolate Li Mountain City.
Seeing the surroundings, Mo Hua realized that Li Mountain City had long been an empty shell, with many of its resident merchants actually being concealed Demon Cultivators.
True cultivators were few and far between.
And when disaster struck, most of these cultivators either died, got injured, or fled.
The merchant cultivators were not locals.
They came for profit, and left when there was none.
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No one wished to share the fate of Li Mountain City, and no one cared about the survival of Li Mountain City.
A flower without soil blooms resplendently, but withers in an instant.
The once precious and prosperous Li Mountain City revealed its desolate true nature of earth and mud sculptures, as its prosperity waned.
But Mo Hua didn't care about these things.
He walked on the road, occasionally looking back, hoping that one of these glances would allow him to see his master again.
But in the end, he saw nothing.
Mo Hua lowered his head in sadness.
Bai Zisheng was also very upset and patted Mo Hua on the shoulder.
Bai Zixi held Mo Hua's hand.
Aunt Xue had a look of surprise, but her expression was complex, and she sighed softly without saying anything.
The group continued toward the outskirts of Li Mountain City.
The Chief Elder and the elders of the Five Elements Sect took the lead in showing the way.
Although the sky was covered with a sea of blood and filled with Sword Qi.
Inside Li Mountain City, everything was blood-red with Demonic Qi overflowing.
Yet the journey was without wind or waves.
There were no Demon Cultivators, no murderous intentions, no dangers.
Just as Mr. Zhuang had said, it was indeed a path to life.
The Chief Elder found it somewhat unbelievable but also felt a great sense of relief, sighing inwardly,
"Mr. Zhuang truly is a lofty figure, he has shown great kindness to my Five Elements Sect..."
As the group walked, it was only a moment before they reached the great gate of Li Mountain City.
To exit through this gate was to leave Li Mountain City.
It was also to leave this place of disputes and purgatorial suffering.
The Chief Elder breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he looked up, the breath he had just exhaled tightened back up.
A chill went down his spine.
Before them, the city gate was suddenly enveloped by the sea of blood, sealing off their way forward.
And atop the city gate, at this very moment, stood a group of strangely-shaped cultivators.
In the middle, a figure in a black robe, with white hair and a youthful face, had a deep, gloomy gaze.
It was the Mystery Demon Ancestor!
By his sides stood an ashen-faced old man holding a strange sword box, a young man without a beard wearing a mask that resembled the delicate face of a dead man, and another man with sharp fangs and blood-red eyes.
Behind these few were a group of Demon Cultivators with at least Foundation Establishment cultivation, all exuding a sinister aura.
The Chief Elder's eyes showed horror, and he was scared out of his wits.
The cultivators of the Five Elements Sect also turned pale.
Xuan Sanren smiled gloomily, "Under the Blood Banner, the spirits and ghosts cannot be reborn; not a single remnant soul will be left. How could I possibly let you go?"
"The Taoist Court is strict; I haven't slaughtered a city in hundreds of years..."
"Today presents a rare opportunity; allow me to indulge..."
...
The Chief Elder felt desolate.
An Old Demon from the Feather Transformation Realm!