Xiao Feng stood his ground, his gaze sharp as he stared directly at the Fifth Elder: "Senior, if my godfather is in trouble, I, Xiao Feng, will risk my life to save him. If you insist on concealing this, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Seeing this, the Eighth Elder quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Young friend Xiao, please don't be impulsive. We didn't mean to hide anything, but this matter is of great importance, and the consequences could be unimaginable if we are not careful."

"Of great importance?" Xiao Feng sneered. "Is it more important than my godfather's life?"

The Seventh Elder's gaze was solemn as he slowly said, "What is sealed in Wushan is the Demon God Xie Zun. A thousand years ago, Xie Zun attempted to overthrow the heavens and earth and control the Three Realms with the power of the demon race. If he succeeds, the Three Realms will fall into endless darkness and chaos. Our immortal sect has guarded the seal of Wushan for generations in order to prevent his resurrection."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng was shocked and his brows furrowed: "Demon God Xie Zun? Could it be that he... has already broken free of his seal?"

The Fifth Elder shook his head: "The seal has not been completely broken yet, but the power of the seal has been gradually weakening. Especially in recent decades, the seal has been unstable, and almost all of our immortal sect members have been stationed in Wushan to guard it day and night."

The Eighth Elder took over, his tone heavy: "Some time ago, a crack appeared in the seal, and the Shadow Demon took the opportunity to escape, wreaking havoc down the mountain. We were short-handed and had to ask Wu Hai to bring reinforcements."

Xiao Feng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened next? What became of my godfather?"

The Seventh Elder sighed, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Later, Xie Zun's protector, Taotie Moli, escaped from the seal. That guy was powerful, and we had to focus all our efforts on repairing the seal, leaving us no time to deal with Moli. So Wu Hai went after him alone."

"He chased after them alone?" Xiao Feng's heart sank, and he clenched his fists even tighter.

The Eighth Elder added, "After we repaired the seal, we immediately went to support Wu Hai. But when we arrived, Wu Hai said that he had already dealt with Mo Li, and then hurriedly left, saying that the Ming Cult had important matters to attend to."

Xiao Feng frowned, his mind filled with doubt: "Deal with Mo Li? Is my godfather... injured? Have you noticed anything unusual about him?"

The Seventh Elder shook his head: "The situation was urgent at the time, and we didn't have time to examine him closely. However, Wu Hai seems to be fine, though he looks a bit rushed."

Xiao Feng remained silent for a moment, his unease growing stronger.

"Could it be..." Xiao Feng's eyes narrowed, a terrifying thought flashing through his mind: "Has my godfather been possessed by that Taotie Moli?"

He stared intently at the three elders of the immortal sect: "Seniors, what exactly are the abilities of that Taotie Moli? Why can he make my adoptive father act so strangely?"

The Fifth Elder's expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "Taotie Moli is the protector of the Demon God Xie Zun. Its most terrifying ability is to devour the souls of living people and command hundreds of ghosts. Once possessed by it, one's soul will be gradually eroded and eventually become a puppet."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng's heart sank, and he clenched his fists even tighter: "Just as I thought! My godfather must have been possessed by Mo Li! He wants to use the Ming Cult to recruit various sects and pave the way for Mo Li!"

"No, I have to go back immediately to save my godfather!" Xiao Feng's face turned pale with anxiety, and he turned to rush out.

"Wait!" The Eighth Elder hurriedly stopped him, his expression serious: "Young friend Xiao, do not be impulsive! Even if Wu Hai has been possessed, if you rush there, you may not be able to force Taotie out of his body. On the contrary, you may alert him and make Mo Li speed up the process of devouring Wu Hai's soul."

Xiao Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Am I supposed to just stand by and watch my godfather be killed by that Taotie?"

The Seventh Elder sighed and slowly said, "Young friend Xiao, the three of us are nearing the end of our lives. Even if we survive, we will be crippled. Why not pass on our remaining immortal power to you and help you go to the Huayun Sect for help? The Huayun Sect is full of experts and will surely have a way to deal with Taotie Moli."

Xiao Feng was taken aback, then nodded solemnly.

"Thank you for your kindness, three seniors!" The three elders of the immortal sect exchanged smiles, then sat cross-legged, forming hand seals, their bodies radiating a faint light. Xiao Feng also sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and concentrated, feeling a warm power slowly flowing into his body.

A moment later, the transfer of power ended.

The figures of the three immortal sect elders gradually became transparent, eventually turning into specks of starlight and dissipating into the world.

Xiao Feng slowly rose to his feet, a hint of tragic resolve flashing in his eyes.

He bowed deeply in the direction where the three elders had disappeared, then turned and strode away.

With the last rays of the setting sun behind him, Xiao Feng strode away from Wushan.

However, just as he was about to step out of the Wushan territory, a deep and mysterious voice suddenly reached his ears: "Young man, do you want power?"

Xiao Feng suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed, and he turned to look at the rolling peaks of Wushan.

The outline of Wushan Mountain appeared and disappeared in the twilight, with wisps of mist swirling among the peaks, like winding white dragons coiling between heaven and earth.

A mountain breeze swept by, bringing a touch of coolness and carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, yet it also gave people a strange sense of oppression.

"Xiao Feng, what's wrong?" Zhao Yuwei's voice came from behind.

She was dressed in white, her features were exquisite, and her eyes held a hint of concern.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and she held a long sword in her hand. The scabbard was engraved with exquisite patterns, making her look heroic and imposing.

Xiao Feng shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the peaks of Wushan.

"It's nothing, maybe it's just my imagination," he said softly, though he had a vague feeling that the voice was not a hallucination.

Xiao Feng had more important things to do.

"Let's go, we need to get out of here as soon as possible." Xiao Feng turned around and continued walking forward.

The two soon arrived at the place where they had entered Wushan.

Xiao Feng took out a token from his pocket, which emitted a faint light.

He raised the token and chanted an incantation. The runes on the token immediately lit up, and a beam of light shot out from the token, soaring into the sky.

A moment later, a passage shimmering with silver light slowly opened before them, and the outside world could be vaguely seen at the other end of the passage.

"Let's go!" Xiao Feng shouted in a low voice, taking the lead in stepping into the passage.

Zhao Yuwei followed closely behind, and the two figures quickly disappeared into the passage.

However, the moment they stepped out of the passage, dozens of figures quickly surrounded them.

These people were dressed in uniform immortal sect attire, holding long swords, with cold and stern eyes, clearly having been waiting there for a long time.

"How dare you!" the leading disciple of the immortal sect shouted coldly. "We told you not to enter Wushan earlier, but you insisted on forcing your way in, and now you want to sneak away? Do you even know what kind of place this is?"

Xiao Feng's gaze darkened, and anger rose within him. He stepped forward, looking directly at the disciple, his voice low yet authoritative: "I know where this place is, and I have very important matters to attend to. I would appreciate it if you, esteemed immortals, would make way."