She wanted to swing her sword, but found that her arms were so heavy that she couldn't even move a finger.
Sheng Zijun's consciousness began to blur, and she felt like she was falling into a bottomless abyss.
The sound of waves came to my ears and the salty sea breeze lingered around my nose.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on a vast ocean.
The water beneath your feet is crystal clear, yet bottomless.
She looked down and saw countless familiar faces swimming underwater—all of her fellow disciples who had died at her hands over the years.
Their eyes were fixed on her, with strange smiles on their lips.
"No... that's not true..."
Sheng Zijun staggered backward, but found that no matter which direction he ran, he could not escape from this sea.
Those dead fellow disciples reached out from the water, grabbed her ankles, and dragged her into the deep sea.
At this moment, a bright moon suddenly rose above the sea.
In the moonlight, she saw Shangguan Yourong standing on a small boat, reaching out his hand to her.
"Master, catch me."
Sheng Zijun subconsciously stretched out her hand, but when she was about to touch Shangguan Yourong, she saw a sarcastic smile on the other's face.
The boat suddenly disappeared and she fell into a deeper illusion.
This time, she returned to the Tianzhen Sect where she had just brought Shangguan Yourong back.
Memories came flooding back, and the face she most wanted to forget kept appearing in her mind.
“That’s enough!”
Sheng Zijun covered her ears and fell to her knees in pain.
Shangguan Yourong's cold voice came from the fog.
"Master, have you ever felt any regret over these years?"
…
Click.
Accompanied by a slight sound of breaking, a disciple in charge of guarding the ancestral temple suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing like lightning in the direction where the sound came from.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted and his face turned pale as paper, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
"Elder Qing's soul tablet is cracked!"
His voice was trembling, and with an expression of terror that was difficult to conceal, he almost crawled out of the hall.
This exclamation, like a bolt from the blue, instantly broke the tranquility of the Taoist sect.
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard in the originally quiet mountain gate.
"Elder Qing's soul tablet is cracked? How is this possible!"
Soon, several disciples rushed into the ancestral hall, their eyes all falling on the soul tablet representing Qing Yangzi.
I saw a clear crack suddenly appear on the originally crystal clear soul tablet, like a hideous wound, which was shocking.
“This… How is this possible!?”
A disciple gasped, his voice trembling so much that he could hardly speak.
The soul tablet contains a wisp of Qing Yangzi's soul, which is dependent on his life.
Now that cracks have appeared on the soul tablet, it means that Qing Yangzi has already stepped half a foot into the gate of hell and his life is in danger.
"Elder Qing is second only to the Dao Ancestor in the Dao Sect. Looking across the entire Four Imperial Immortal Realms, how many people can seriously injure him?"
“Even if Daozu himself took action, I’m afraid he wouldn’t be able to forcibly detain Elder Qing and severely injure him.”
"Could it be that other hidden immortal sects secretly attacked Elder Qing?"
Just as everyone was talking, another subtle sound of breaking was heard.
Although the sound was soft, it was like a thunderclap in the ears of everyone.
Everyone's eyes were once again focused on the soul tablet, only to see that the crack had deepened a bit, as if it would completely shatter at any time.
"Not good! Elder Qing's injuries are getting worse!"
"Quick! Go and invite Daozu!"
A disciple shouted loudly, his voice filled with anxiety and panic.
The entire Taoist sect instantly fell into chaos, and all kinds of speculations emerged.
"Could it be... could it be that other immortal sects are really joining forces to deal with our Taoist sect?"
Soon, the elders of the Taoist sect hurried into the hall.
"Is Elder Qing back?"
In the hall, everyone shook their heads. This was also what they were most worried about.
Elder Qing hasn't returned yet, and they can only worry here. No one knows where Elder Qing has gone.
"Has anyone seen Elder Qing in the past few days?"
A disciple stepped forward, facing everyone's gaze, and spoke with a trembling voice.
"Tianzhen Sect's Sect Master Sheng once came to see Elder Qing. I don't know what they talked about, but Elder Qing seemed very angry."
"Tianzhen Sect!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone remembered that the Taoist immortal-level spirit gathering formation was not functioning and that Sheng Zijun from the Tianzhen Sect was needed to repair the formation.
"Hurry and find Sheng Zijun and find out where Elder Qing has gone!"
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