"The Demon Ancestor has descended?" True Lord Xiaoyi frowned deeply. "Stop spreading these false rumors!"

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Yi Zhenjun's whisk flew out of his hand, growing to dozens of feet in the air, its silver threads dancing as it wrapped around He Gao Daoren, whose body was bound by the spirit circle.

Each silver thread is as tough as iron or steel, capable of severing a hair with a single breath. If you get close, you will sense the killing intent within, and its power is unpredictable.

"Is that all you've got?" He Gao sneered, and the Refining Yin Banner flew out of his hand, forming a talisman array in mid-air. A dark layer of yin energy was filled with the laughter of ghosts and demons, surging towards Xiao Yi Zhenjun like a raging tide.

"..."

Although the number of demonic cultivators on the ground was small, the number of demonic beasts was extremely large. They roared and fought with the cultivators, kicking up a trail of dust.

The demonic cultivators' attack was completely unexpected, and the Golden Light Sect was caught off guard. They suffered heavy losses in their hasty response, with screams and cries echoing everywhere, and blood flowing like a river on the ground.

The demonic beasts that He Gao brought from who-knows-where were not only violent and ferocious, but also of extremely high rank. Bi Xie casually killed a few of them and found that the lowest-ranking demonic cultivator was equivalent to a cultivator in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

As True Lord Xiyang was locked in combat with several Shadow Moon Demon Wolves, Bi Xie flew over to help defend against their attacks, calling out, "Great Ancestor."

"Feng Xie, why are you the only one who came back? Where is Senior Brother Xiao Yi?" His usually meticulously combed hair was slightly disheveled, and Xie Yang Zhenjun frowned, his hands and green robe stained with blood.

He had fought countless demonic beasts, and his spiritual power was nearly exhausted. Even dealing with a few Shadowmoon Demon Wolves was so difficult for him.

The merciless scythe was thrown, its spirit blade scraping against several Shadowmoon wolves, causing them to howl in pain. Bi Xie chanted an incantation, and the curved shape of the scythe in the middle hooked off the heads of several Shadowmoon wolves.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was not very clear in the midst of the fierce fighting on the battlefield.

The Slanting Sun True Lord wiped the bloodstains from his forehead, took a few breaths, and after exhausting himself, his fingers trembled slightly, and he could not even hold the Blazing Sun Sword steadily.

Bi Xie pursed his lips: "Ancestor, True Monarch Xiao Yi is currently engaged in a fierce battle with a demonic cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. This person is likely the one who led the demonic cultivators and demonic beasts to attack the Golden Light Sect."

"Late Nascent Soul stage!" True Monarch Xieyang's hand trembled as he looked at the battlefield between the righteous and demonic forces, his brows furrowing into a deep frown. "The Yin Demon Sect was destroyed three hundred years ago, so how could so many demonic cultivators suddenly appear? Feng Xie, what do those late Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators look like? What are their characteristics?"

Blood dripped from the merciless scythe, and the woman's expression was cold. "He had a tuft of beard, a very pale face, and was thin and bony. He was hiding in a cloud of black mist, a cloud of black mist that could condense into ghostly soldiers and giant black-winged birds..."

“It’s him, it’s him… How could he suddenly appear…” True Lord Xiyang murmured, his face filled with horror.

Bi Xie maintained his persona and asked, "Who is it?"

After a few breaths of silence, True Lord Xieyang sighed, "He Gao was once a subordinate of Demon Ancestor Ji Gui. His magic weapon, the Refining Yin Banner, is extremely powerful. It shouldn't be like this... After Demon Ancestor Ji Gui disappeared, He Gao also disappeared. How could he suddenly reappear!"

Bi Xie lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Just then, a disciple in charge suddenly came running over, his face filled with panic. "Sect Leader, something terrible has happened! Venerable Chongyu, he, he, he—"

The handsome disciple in charge was horrified, unable to utter a single sentence. The True Lord of the Setting Sun's heart sank, and he shouted, "What happened to the Celestial Venerable Chongyu? Why didn't he invite anyone here?"

Now, only the Venerable Chongyu can quell this turmoil.

Whether from the shout or from anxiety, the disciple in charge collapsed to the ground in tears, his body trembling, "The Celestial Venerable Chongyu... the Celestial Venerable Chongyu's primordial spirit lamp... has gone out."

The setting sun swayed slightly.

He stood there stunned for a long while, looking incredulously at the trembling disciple: "What did you say? Venerable Chongyu... are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

The disciple, his eyes brimming with tears, looked up and said, "This disciple is absolutely certain that I am not mistaken. It is the Primordial Spirit Lamp of the Celestial Venerable Chongyu. Moreover, this disciple has not been able to find the Celestial Venerable Chongyu in the Celestial Venerable's cave. Sect Leader, what should we do?"

The sounds of battle continued, and the disciple in charge, who had only recently established his foundation, felt a sense of despair.

With the death of Chongyu Tianzun and the departure of Huaiming Zhenjun, the demonic cultivators are coming on strong. Once the major sects hear the news and come to their aid, will the Jinguang Sect still exist?

"Great Ancestor," Bi Xie stepped forward to support the swaying True Lord Xieyang, poured out a few Spirit-Replenishing Pills, and said to the disciples in charge, "Escort the disciples with cultivation below the Foundation Establishment stage and the injured disciples to the main peak, and activate the restrictions on each peak."

The disciple in charge was stunned for a moment, glanced at Bi Xie, and then looked at the sect leader whose aura was somewhat weak.

The Ascending Sun True Lord waved his hand, his face ashen: "Do as the Wind Evil True Lord instructed. Have you arranged for people to deliver messages to the four major sects?"

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, the teleportation array has been activated, and several senior disciples have been dispatched to their respective sects to deliver messages." After saying this, the disciple in charge hurriedly went to carry out the order.

"Feng Xie, I'm fine. Quickly take me to the place where you fought your senior brother in He Gao, and help him out," True Monarch Xieyang hurriedly swallowed a few spirit-replenishing pills and urged.

The Golden Light Sect now only has True Monarch Xiaoyi left, a cultivator at the mid-Nascent Soul stage. They absolutely cannot afford any accidents, otherwise it would be adding insult to injury for the Golden Light Sect.

"Okay," Bi Xie uttered softly, then unleashed a meteor-like burst of moonlight as he hurtled into the air.

Not far from where He Gao and Xiao Yi Zhenjun were fighting, the moon was flying incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, Bi Xie saw the black mist.

However, unlike the shape used to deal with her earlier, the black mist transformed into a sharp claw. A human face could be seen at the claw's nail, and the palm of the claw was a large, bright red mouth. Upon closer inspection, it was composed of countless mouths, forming a bizarre shape.

Xiao Yi Zhenjun stood beneath the sharp claws, looking disheveled, one hand clutching his chest.

"Senior Brother Xiaoyi!" Xieyang Zhenjun suddenly shouted with fury, casting a spell to leap down from the moonlight and rushing over with the Lieyang Sword in hand.

Bi Xie was a little confused. Although she had been in the cultivation world for more than ten years, what she had truly mastered most was not magic, but alchemy.

Even if she were incredibly naive, she could tell that the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Upon hearing the sound, Xiao Yi Zhenjun turned around with difficulty, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, a large hole in his chest, through which the wind was whistling.

Bi Xie's heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed by a hand. Her eyes widened as she stared at the empty space on Xiao Yi Zhenjun's chest, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

She didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of her.

With its enormous red mouth chewing on something, He Gao, hiding behind the black mist, laughed coldly and arrogantly, "Righteous cultivators are nothing more than this! Hahaha! Today, I will destroy the Golden Light Sect as the first prize for revitalizing demonic cultivation!"