Upon hearing what Kua Tingting said, everyone realized that the handsome man in white and the incomparably beautiful woman were father and daughter.
"Your brother is sleeping. He's sleeping soundly, so I came to find you."
"Oh, but my brother is a cultivator, how could he be so sleepy?"
"Alright, stop pressing the issue."
At this moment, Kuafu came to the center of the crowd and said calmly, "I'm sure you all want to know why I said earlier that the blind old man was the ancestor of the Puppet Sect."
His words caused everyone's gazes to become somewhat intriguing.
"Yes, fellow Daoist, why don't you tell us? We are also very curious."
“Yes, that blind old man just now clearly had no cultivation level; he was just an ordinary human.”
"So, how could a human be the ancestor of the Puppet Sect back then?"
The doubts in the eyes of the many cultivators deepened. They all looked at Kuafu, hoping to hear something different from this man whose cultivation level was unfathomable.
Even Kua Tingting was puzzled. She knew that her father was a great cultivator in the world, so powerful that no one could rival him.
However, even so, the old man was clearly just an ordinary person.
At this moment, Kuafu smiled and slowly said, "You may not know this, but I have already reversed the old man's timeline. The so-called timeline is the course of his life."
"Therefore, I naturally know the ins and outs of all this."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the audience stood there dumbfounded, finding it hard to believe that a cultivator could really reverse a person's timeline.
Even a supreme being or an immortal could not accomplish such a heaven-defying feat, yet this white-robed youth spoke of it with such ease and comfort.
Is this real or fake?
In an instant, a discussion broke out throughout the venue. Most of the cultivators were from the Taoist, Demonic, and Buddhist factions, and the discussion was in full swing. Meanwhile, the gazes directed at Kuafu gradually became more serious.
At this moment, a bold Taoist cultivator asked loudly, "Since this fellow Daoist has seen the blind man's timeline, may we take a look? We would be extremely grateful!"
The Taoist priest clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, his voice conveying deep reverence.
The various types of cultivators gathered here also looked at Kuafu with expectant expressions.
After all, this matter had piqued their curiosity.
Upon hearing this, Kuafu nodded. Then, everyone saw him wave his sleeve, and divine runes began to condense in the sky above the inn's lobby, filling the entire place with a vast and powerful aura.
It was as if it came from the hand of a supreme deity.
That divine rune released a dazzling golden light, and for a moment, ethereal celestial music filled the air, and purple mist rose.
In a flash, a void appeared in everyone's sight. There, a man in green robes appeared, holding a beautiful wooden puppet.
He walked through the heavy snow, one step at a time, with thousands of puppets following behind him, all of which he had made.
It can be described as a diverse array of animals, a veritable forest of beasts.
Of course, puppets must be made of wood.
But after the puppet master's meticulous research, all the puppets became sentient, just like living people, and their every move obeyed the puppet master's commands.
"Yue Niang."
The man in blue held a stunningly beautiful wooden puppet and called out softly, as if calling for a loved one. A smile seemed to appear on the puppet's face.
"Blood...I need blood."
The murmurs in the wind and snow were very quiet, but the man in blue heard the voice immediately. Upon hearing it, he felt as if he had drunk from a spring in the desert, and his whole being became incredibly enthusiastic.
He gripped the puppet tightly in both hands, his face beaming with joy, and said, "Alright, you wait here, there's a village just ahead!"
After saying that.
A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, a vast killing intent swept by, yet it could not shatter the heavy snowflakes falling from the sky.
The numerous puppets behind him were covered in a layer of black aura, which was malevolent energy and guided by the master's thoughts.
The man in blue soon arrived at a small village ahead.
This small village has at most a hundred or so people. Although it is small and dilapidated, it can be described as a paradise compared to the cruelty of cultivators.
Children chased and played in the heavy snow, while adults worried about food for the winter, some sighing alone under the eaves, others remaining silent.
This day.
Tens of thousands of cruel puppets possessed divine power like war gods. They killed any villagers they saw, and in just a few moments, the small village was completely wiped out.
at last.
The man in blue held the puppet in his palm and said adoringly, "Moon Maiden, go, go and eat your fill!"
All I can see is that...
The stunningly beautiful puppet floated in the air, and wherever she passed, nothing grew, and all life was extinguished.
She drained the blood from each of the dead bodies, and her aura grew stronger with each passing moment.
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