But Hua Yao is an old monster who has lived for countless years.
In his memory, the Ghost Spirit Sect was extremely active, and its power had increased rather than decreased.
This means that there is a very high probability that the two Ghost Gates are connected.
It was for this reason that Liu Chen did not hesitate to take action against the Ghost Spirit Sect.
Chen Ran nodded dejectedly in agreement.
But I felt very disappointed, as if I couldn't help at all.
Liu Chen gave her an approving look.
The creatures within the Human Emperor's Banner are different from ordinary cultivators!
They don't need to improve their cultivation on their own; they just need to wait for Liu Chen's realm to advance, and their cultivation will increase dramatically as a result.
So the only thing they can do is learn new spells.
Or perhaps it's to consider the situation Liu Chen is about to face.
Even the wisest person can make a mistake!
Three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang.
Even the smartest person is bound to forget some details, so it's always a good thing to have someone else help think things through.
Let's turn to two different sides of the story.
The blood in the grooves of Taihuang Valley was filled.
Gui Li and Hong Yuan led the way into the bronze hall.
The store features twelve towering silver-white stone pillars that support the entire palace.
The silver-white stone pillar is engraved with intricate and mysterious runes, and a faint silver-white light flows from it.
This made everyone even more cautious, and they all released protective spiritual light.
They feared being trapped in some inexplicable stillness, or being killed by a sudden attack.
Fortunately, when we reached the center of the main hall, halfway through the journey, nothing unusual happened.
All eyes were on the golden throne high in the center of the hall.
There sat a majestic and imposing figure.
The man resembled an emperor reigning over the world, looking down upon the common people beneath his feet.
A ghost spirit cultivator in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm merely made eye contact with the man.
Suddenly, tears of blood welled up in his eyes. He instinctively covered his eyes and screamed in agony.
"My eyes, my eyes."
He could no longer see; his eyeballs were filled with some inexplicable energy, causing them to burst open from the pressure.
Fortunately, high-level cultivators all use their spiritual power to perceive their surroundings.
In most cases, mental power is far more accurate than visual perception.
Therefore, losing his eyesight did not have a significant impact on him.
The excruciating pain was still unbearable for him.
Hongyuan hurriedly reminded him.
"Don't look into that man's eyes, no, don't look into that throne."
It's not just the figure that's the problem; the throne is also problematic.
Without his prompting, the other cultivators all looked away.
But they couldn't understand what had happened.
Even if the figure on the throne was a cultivator at the Mahayana stage in life, he shouldn't have such terrifying power to intimidate.
No matter how profound one's spiritual attainments were in life, one has ultimately been dead for a long time.
Moreover, judging from the timeline of the Crimson Forbidden Land...
The one in the valley has been dead for at least 100,000 years.
Even if he were a Mahayana cultivator, 100,000 years would be enough to exhaust all his spiritual power.
Even if someone possessed unparalleled cultivation during their lifetime, it would be of no use now.
A dignified Nascent Soul cultivator actually lost his sight after staring at him for a moment.
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