Who are you?
Yang Zhifeng calmed himself down, looked at the surrounding desert, and asked loudly.
There was no other sound except for the distant echo.
To be able to sneak into the shrine of the Azure Feather Holy Land silently and set up this formation is something that ordinary people cannot do.
And in the Desolate Heaven Domain, there is only one person with such ability.
Chen Tai'a.
But...didn't Zhao Quan go to the Yuelai Inn? If they really had a falling out, why would Chen Tai'a kill Zhao Quan first and then come here? Why is the order reversed?
"May I ask if you are Elder Chen Tai'a?"
Yang Zhifeng swallowed hard, bowed, and respectfully bowed to the person in front of him.
Regardless, saving one's life is the priority.
If he were a tough person, he wouldn't be alive today.
Those who understand the times are the true heroes.
The ground was washed by yellow sand, the sun blazed overhead, and an inexplicable heat wafted in along with the scalding sand, so intense that even the space itself seemed to distort slightly.
In just a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhifeng was already drenched in sweat, looking as if he had just bathed in a river, with drops of sweat dripping down his forehead.
My throat is so dry it feels like it's on fire.
Just then, a figure slowly walked over from a distance.
A rainbow pierced the sun, casting a long shadow of that person.
When Yang Zhifeng saw the person, he was taken aback at first, but then he realized that he had encountered someone else who was also trapped in this place. Just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly realized that the person who could appear in this place must be the mastermind behind it all.
Thinking of this, he quickly bowed, his voice once again showing the proper respect, and said, "This humble one, Yang Zhifeng, pays his respects to Lord Chen Tai'a."
"Cough cough!"
A clear cough came from afar.
Yang Zhifeng lowered his body even further, not daring to look up.
In this world, that person is the ruler. Without lifting a finger, a single thought is enough to make him die without a burial place.
However, when he realized that the person was in front of him, a pair of cloth shoes came into view.
He slightly raised his head, keeping his eyes on the ground, still not daring to look directly at the man, and said, "Lord Chen, I don't know where I have offended you, that you would come in person, truly..."
Before he could finish speaking, a childlike smile appeared before him.
His expression suddenly changed. He looked up and saw a young face with a mocking smile on it.
He instinctively took a step back and asked, "Who are you?"
The person in front of him was so unfamiliar, and he didn't even have a trace of him in his mind. He, who always liked to have a complete grasp of things, couldn't help but feel that things were out of his control.
He was starting to panic.
“If you don’t recognize me, then I’ll introduce myself. Do you know the Black Ice Guard?” The man grinned, revealing a harmless smile.
"Black Ice Platform?"
Yang Zhifeng tried hard to think, but still couldn't recall anything.
The man continued, "Then do you know about the Wentian Tower?"
"I know." Yang Zhifeng nodded, then his pupils suddenly contracted, and he said in shock, "You are the master of Wentian Tower?"
The man smiled and shook his head. "I am the owner of the Black Ice Platform, not the owner of the Asking Heaven Tower. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhou Mu, the master of the Zhou family."
Yang Zhifeng took a few deep breaths, his face calm, but his heart was in turmoil.
"You did all of this?" he asked, barely suppressing his shock.
Zhou Mu grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, looking like the sunny boy next door.
"You could say that."
"impossible."
Even with Yang Zhifeng's hundreds of years of experience, he found it hard to accept this situation for a while.
Not to mention that Zhou Mu looks so young that he doesn't seem like someone who could wield such power.
Secondly, although he had never met this young man before, he had heard some of his stories about him, mostly about the grudges and entanglements in the world of fame and fortune.
Ye Qing adopted Zhou Mu, and he and Zhou Mu's daughter Ye Mujiu became childhood sweethearts. In the end, under the behind-the-scenes planning of the Sword God Palace, they joined forces with the Xuan Tian Sect to destroy Zhongzhou.
The man, who had just come of age, exuded such maturity and composure in his demeanor and speech that even he couldn't help but admire him sincerely.
"Hahahaha..."
Zhou Mu laughed loudly.
After laughing heartily, he tilted his head slightly, pointed to the full moon hanging in the sky, and said, "Do you know what that is?"
"moon."
Yang Zhifeng answered subconsciously.
At that moment, he was completely unaware that Zhou Mu held the initiative in the conversation.
“No…” Zhou Mu shook his head, “This is the sun.”
Realizing he had been tricked, Yang Zhifeng's expression changed. At that moment, he saw Zhou Mu gently clench his fist, and a dazzling light flashed by. The sky, which had been bright just moments before, was now filled with stars.
It got dark.
In Zhou Mu's hand, a full moon floated quietly.
"you……"
Yang Zhifeng gasped sharply.
"This is for you."
Zhou Mu grinned, then arched slightly forward. Instantly, the full moon slid into Yang Zhifeng's heart, and his body radiated brilliant light.
An intense heat emanated from within Yang Zhifeng's body. His breath hitched, and his limbs and bones felt as if they were immersed in molten lava. As the temperature rose rapidly, Yang Zhifeng's skin turned red.
Before long, Yang Zhifeng turned into a lump of mud, and even his soul ceased to exist.
"This can be considered revenge for the thousands who died at your hands."
Zhou Mu watched all of this with indifference.
He had carefully considered choosing the Azure Feather Holy Land to establish his authority and make a name for himself.
This Cangyu Holy Land may seem like a holy land, but it has done countless despicable things in secret, especially by this so-called ancestor.
In order to cultivate and reach this supreme realm, the souls of living people are extracted, causing them immense pain and torment until they die.
The number of lives he carries on his shoulders is more than the number of grains of rice he has eaten.
Such a heinous act is truly outrageous.
It has a golden exterior but a rotten interior.
Zhou Mu lightly tapped his foot, and immediately, the surrounding desert receded like a tide, revealing his true form inside the house. It was still the same few tables and chairs, but the difference was that the topmost soul lamp on the row of soul lamps had exploded.
That was the soul lamp of Yang Zhifeng, the ancestor of the Cangyu Holy Land.
The breaking of the soul lamp symbolizes the death of that person.
In other words, Yang Zhifeng is dead.
Inside the ancestral hall, however, all was calm. The tea that Yang Zhifeng had just drunk was still lying quietly on the table, and the overturned teacup was still placed to the side.
"Ancestor... Ancestor, Zhao Liujia has urgent business with you..."
Someone tentatively called out from outside the door.
After all, he dared not go in without permission; there was precedent. He vaguely remembered that the servant who had entered without permission before had disappeared.
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