All the demons stood up in terror. The fox elder's voice trembled as he said, "Purple Spirit's master is suffering..."
The shriek of the Purple Spirit echoed in the council hall. Its pupils suddenly contracted into thin lines, and its body erupted with uncontrollable lightning and fire, scorching several black holes in its dark white robes.
Mo Bai felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, the pain making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Jiaojiao is in trouble!" Jun Yuangui suddenly stood up, his longsword humming, and sword energy overflowing uncontrollably.
Leng Qianjue's face was ashen: "We can't wait any longer, let's set off immediately!"
Some people were skeptical, saying, "The Misty Sea is tens of thousands of miles away from the Immortal Mountain. Even if we use our flying swords day and night at all times, it will still take us more than ten days. If young friend Ruorong really has something going on, it will be too late."
"Hmph! If any of you have a better idea, just tell me!" Jun Yuangui glared at everyone, his eyes filled with anxiety and anger.
"Of course we must go to the rescue, but we cannot act blindly." Han Yunshen stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire area like lightning. "The forces of evil have been entrenched in the Sea of Fog for many years. If we rashly rush in, it will be like throwing an egg against a rock. We must find good allies and formulate a meticulous rescue plan."
"But time waits for no one!" Mo Bai hugged Zi Ling tightly, his voice trembling with tears. "Jiao Jiao will die."
"The Alliance Leader is right," Shen Wuchen said in a deep voice. "We cannot act impulsively. Otherwise, we will not only fail to save Friend Rong, but also put ourselves in danger, and then it will be even more impossible to turn the tide."
"Then what should we do?" Everyone was extremely anxious, and the atmosphere in the council hall was oppressive.
Han Yunshen said, "The Blood Fiend Teleportation Array in the Ten Thousand Mountains is an obvious conspiracy, yet we still went there. Who knows if this isn't another trap set by the demons? But in any case, we must act."
Zi Ling's shrieks gradually subsided, and she collapsed into Mo Bai's arms, trembling violently. The lightning on her body gradually dimmed, and a weak whimper came from her throat.
Mo Bai asked anxiously, "Then what do you suggest we do?"
"Young friend Rong may not actually be in the Misty Sea. You should follow Zi Ling to find Young friend Rong's location first. Once you find him, do not act rashly and send a message back immediately."
"I will contact the East China Sea, the rainforest, and other righteous people around the world to ask them to come and assist me."
As soon as Han Yun Shen finished speaking, Mo Bai hugged Zi Ling tightly and looked at everyone with a determined gaze: "Alright, let's set off immediately and find Jiao Jiao!"
Jun Yuangui and Qi Lan nodded quickly, knowing that time was of the essence and that every moment of delay would increase the danger to Rong Jiaojiao.
Without hesitation, Mo Bai picked up Zi Ling and leaped onto the flying sword, followed closely by Qi Lan, Jun Yuangui, Lin Xiaoman, and others.
The other seniors also leaped onto their flying swords, and dozens of sword lights streaked across the sky, rushing towards the direction they sensed.
Deep within the pool of blood, Rong Jiaojiao's consciousness sank and floated amidst excruciating pain.
Just when she thought she was about to completely succumb, a slight chill suddenly rose in her mind.
Within the sea of consciousness sealed by Yin energy, strands of pure power quietly awakened—the demonic energy purified by the Moon Spirit!
These energies, like a gentle stream, formed a barrier in her sea of consciousness, resisting the corrosive effects of the blood pool.
"Master, hold on!" Yue Ling's voice rang in her mind, filled with unprecedented urgency. "What I just threw out was a fake seal. The real seal is still in the small secret realm, so Master, don't give up."
"Although the fake seal has temporarily fooled the Demon Lord, the blood pool is draining your life force. I have already used my primordial power to help you break through the seal on your divine sense, and you will soon be able to enter the small secret realm to heal your wounds!"
Rong Jiaojiao clung to her last shred of clarity, trying to ignore the excruciating pain of her intestines being torn apart. The moment her spiritual power weakened even by a fraction, she immediately communicated with her personal secret realm, and she vanished instantly into the blood pool.
Mo Bai, who was anxious to leave the immortal mountain, stopped after flying a short distance.
Jun Yuangui asked anxiously, "What happened? Did something happen to Jiaojiao?"
Zi Ling squeaked anxiously, but her condition was clearly much better than before.
The fox elder said, "Zi Ling can no longer sense Young Friend Rong, but since Zi Ling is alright, it means that Young Friend Rong is not in immediate danger."
Mo Bai guessed that Rong Jiaojiao might have hidden in her personal secret realm, and he hoped so too.
Everyone present shared the same expectation. Shen Wuchen said, "Continue to move in the direction we sensed earlier. Maybe we can sense it again later."
Everyone agreed and continued to urge the flying sword forward.
The small secret realm separated from Rong Jiaojiao's sea of consciousness and fell to the bottom of the blood pool.
Worried that the ghost cultivator might come looking for her, Yue Ling used all the healing pills and elixirs available in the small secret realm to draw out the medicinal power and inject it into Rong Jiaojiao's body.
Using its primal power, it transformed the small secret realm into the shape of a drop of blood, slowly drifting to the edge of the blood pool, entering the body of a mindless puppet, and then burrowing into its body.
As the medicine penetrated Rong Jiaojiao's body, her ulcerated skin and flesh healed at a visible speed.
But just as the small secret realm was hidden inside the puppet's body, the ground trembled violently. The old ghost who had left earlier reappeared, accompanied by a stench of blood, his Myriad Soul Banner fluttering in the wind: "You little bitch! Your flesh has rotted away so quickly? Perfect timing to take your soul—" His gaze swept frantically across the blood pool, his dark eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, "Where is she?!"
The blood pool bubbled and churned, the thick blood surging like boiling water, but there was no trace of Rong Jiaojiao.
Suddenly, the old ghost made a hand seal and chanted an incantation. The runes on the edge of the pentagonal blood pool lit up abruptly, and the entire cavern began to twist and deform.
The pool of blood quickly parted to reveal the bottom, where only a patch of scarlet slime was slowly wriggling.
Old Ghost's face instantly turned purplish-blue. He swung the Ten Thousand Souls Banner out violently, stirring up the slime at the bottom of the pool and revealing dense, blood-red runes at the bottom.
Enraged, the old ghost swung the Myriad Souls Banner again, unleashing a monstrous wave of blood, but still found nothing.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Old Ghost Xiu's hysterical roar shook the cavern.
His withered fingers formed a strange hand seal, and a bloody crack appeared between his brows, from which a scarlet ghost eye flew out.
The ghostly eye hovered above the blood pool, shooting out an eerie red light that scanned every inch of space.
As the light swept over the group of dazed puppets, Yue Ling was extremely nervous within the small secret realm, suppressing her aura to the extreme.
"Hmm?" The old ghost cultivator suddenly turned his head, his ghostly eyes staring straight in the direction of the puppets. "Could it be that his physical body turned into blood and then possessed these puppets?"
It has to be said, Lao Gui has a very vivid imagination.
Yue Ling thought the old ghost had discovered them, so she dared not breathe loudly within the small secret realm.
Just then, a terrifying pressure descended upon this underground space, and the departed Demon Lord's fragmented soul reappeared. His eyes were filled with boundless rage, and his voice was chilling as he asked, "Where is he?"
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