Ling Yun patted Ling Yao on the shoulder and laughed:
"It's alright, easy to handle!"
Although her brother didn't say exactly what to do, Ling Yao felt instantly at ease.
Qiongqi and Huangdi, standing to the side, were furious.
"If he dares to kill Xiao Yao's disciples, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Having witnessed and heard about Gu Yuetang's actions over the past few days, Qiongqi had long been unable to suppress his anger.
If the Great Sage hadn't restrained him, the Yellow Emperor would have already lost his temper.
At this moment, a voice rang in Qiongqi's ears:
"Anyone who dares to speak ill of the Lord shall die!"
It was Youwei, hiding in the shadows, who transmitted the message.
If someone dares to directly tell Qiongqi that he is dead, Qiongqi's violent temper will completely spiral out of control.
The bodyguard's body exploded instantly.
Just then, drums and music began to play on the platform, and everyone immediately stopped talking and looked solemnly at the platform.
On the high platform, Gu Chuan and other high-ranking figures of the Primordial Civilization appeared one after another.
"Greetings, esteemed lords!"
The monks below the stage immediately bowed respectfully.
Furukawa nodded slightly, his expression cold:
"I now declare the pilgrimage ceremony officially open!"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone stood up straight, their eyes fixed on a spatial gate on the high platform with utmost reverence.
A moment later, the portal slowly opened, and Gu Yuetang, dressed in a yellow robe and wearing a crown, exuding a majestic imperial aura, walked out of the portal.
The moment he appeared, all the cultivators immediately drew out the essence blood from between their brows and suspended it in the void, then bowed deeply and said:
"May your lord live forever! May your lord ascend to the pinnacle of immortality!"
The essence of blood contains supreme willpower and cultivation essence, and the so-called pilgrimage conference is the day when Gu Yuetang seeks willpower.
His ability to rise from Great Emperor to True Immortal over a thousand years was largely due to the power of his vows.
After all, his behavior of demanding vow power and cultivation essence once a year is rare in all the heavens and myriad realms.
Even the Buddha wasn't as exaggerated as him.
Moreover, each time a cultivator contributes their cultivation essence, it is equivalent to a hundred years of arduous cultivation.
This also led to cultivators of the ancient civilization breaking through realms at an increasingly slower pace.
That's why the ancient civilization's cultivation world misses Lin Muyao so much.
Gu Yuetang nodded in satisfaction, then looked around at everyone, his gaze sweeping across each person's face.
However, Ling Yun and his group were not in his sight.
"Hmm?" Gu Yuetang frowned slightly. "Lin Muyao didn't come?"
He sneered inwardly, "Let's see if you come out later!"
Immediately, Gu Yuetang spoke in a cold voice:
"Besides summoning you all for the pilgrimage today, there is another important matter!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately shocked. Judging from Gu Yuetang's voice and expression, it was definitely not a good thing.
Everyone became alert, wondering if any of their words had been overheard by the guards and relayed to Gu Yuetang.
The square was eerily quiet; one could hear the terrified heartbeats of the cultivators.
After a pause, Gu Yuetang continued, his voice growing increasingly chilling:
"During this period, Lin Muyao arranged for more than three million spies to infiltrate the ancient domain in order to assassinate me."
Hiss~
Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock. It wasn't the three million spies, but the name Lin Muyao.
Even after the Gu Yue Tang purge, this name that once inspired fervent adoration only intensifies people's longing for Lin Muyao.
Everyone couldn't help but pray that Lin Muyao would really return, and that she would kill Gu Yuetang, this tyrant and villain.
Otherwise, the ancient civilization's cultivation world would never have a chance to rise to prominence.
The audience was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. A gentle breeze sent chills down everyone's spine, and the air was thick with a chilling atmosphere.
Gu Yuetang raised his voice and said sternly:
"Back then, Lin Muyao tried to assassinate me, but I defeated her and she fled to an unknown place. Considering her merits, I did not kill her. I did not kill any of her nominal disciples."
But today, Lin Muyao actually arranged for three million spies to assassinate me.
You all say these people shouldn't have been killed!
Upon hearing this, Ling Yun and Qiong Qi were extremely angry. Gu Yue Tang had joined forces with his confidants to kill Lin Mu Yao, yet they were twisting the truth and claiming that Lin Mu Yao had assassinated Gu Yue Tang.
The Golden Lion Emperor roared, "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as him! He's even more shameless than the Buddha!"
Soon the monks in the square raised their arms and shouted:
"He deserves to die!"
"Anyone who dares to offend the Lord must be executed!"
"They dared to assassinate our great lord! I suggest we exterminate their entire family!"
"..."
Faced with the tyranny of Gu Yue Tang, everyone had no choice but to curry favor with them; it was a necessary act of self-preservation.
Otherwise, if anyone doesn't shout enthusiastically, they will be greeted by the Youwei after the pilgrimage ceremony.
This demonstrates the extent of their oppressive rule.
Immediately, Furukawa stood up and said sternly:
"Bring all those thugs here!"
Soon, the huge open space that had been cleared in the square was filled with more than three million cultivators kneeling. Without exception, their cultivation levels were all sealed, and even their divine sense and language were blocked.
At the very front were 708 people who had been tortured beyond recognition. Four of them had their heads chopped off and turned into human pigs, hanging from pillars. They were not yet dead, but their eyelids had been cut off, revealing a pair of terrified, unwilling, and venomous eyes.
Although everyone present was a great cultivator with an iron will, the sight of the human pig and the eyeballs without eyelids, filled with resentment, filled them with fear and chills, and they dared not look at them.
These pigs were Lin Muyao's nominal disciples.
Seeing her once vibrant disciples now reduced to such a wretched state, Ling Yao felt as if her heart had been struck by a heavy hammer.
My heart aches so much I feel like I can't breathe.
When those 708 people were accepted as disciples, they were all young people the same age as A Bao. At that time, they dreamed of becoming sword immortals and joined Lin Muyao's sect.
He became Lin Muyao's most loyal disciple.
For over a thousand years after being captured, they endured inhumane torture. The condition that Gu Yuetang granted them relief from suffering was to publicly denounce Lin Muyao as a traitor and a disgrace to the ancient civilization.
But these young people showed a fortitude and resilience beyond their years. Even while enduring hellish torment, not one of them uttered a single word against Lin Muyao.
"Brother~"
Ling Yao gripped Ling Yun's arm tightly, her nails digging into his skin. Knowing that so many people had died because of her, Ling Yao was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Ling Yun held Ling Yao in his arms and gently comforted her:
"Hold on! The stronger your hatred, the faster you will forge the Demonic Sword! Trust your brother, they will be alright!"
The next moment!
Gu Yuetang pointed at the more than three million cultivators and said coldly:
"Begin the public execution now!"
As he spoke, he used his divine sense to cover the surroundings and sense Lin Muyao's location.
"If Lin Muyao doesn't come out soon, your disciples will all die!"
He sneered inwardly, fantasizing about the thrill of killing Lin Muyao with his own hands after she was released.
Immediately, Gu Chuan raised his hand, and instantly a huge hand that blotted out the sky slowly descended. He deliberately made the descent very slowly, waiting for Lin Muyao to appear.
All the more than three million cultivators, except for Lin Muyao's nominal disciples, closed their eyes.
Just as the giant hand was about to fall, a voice rang out:
"Release them!"
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