Chapter 117: Past of the Cloud Palace (4)
After Qingyue returned to Qingcangmen, she was confined by her father.
Her father had placed a restriction on her, preventing her from leaving the sect. But with her current level of cultivation, breaking through this restriction was not difficult.
She was just sulking and didn't struggle.
Zhuohua clearly taught me to follow my heart, so why was he trapped by the shackles of the secular world?
Obviously, she saw deep affection and friendship in Zhuohua's eyes, so why was he so cruel?
Humph, you're so cruel that you don't want me. Then I don't want you either! I'll let you die without a disciple!
But after only three months of being angry, she began to feel anxious again.
Will the master forget me? Will he accept new disciples?
If I don't go looking for him, will he never appear in front of me?
As she thought about it, she started to panic.
So, that night, she took advantage of her father's absence and broke through the restrictions to escape from the sect.
Her thoughts were simple: if the master really didn't want to accept her feelings, then they could go back to the beginning and continue to be master and disciple!
When Qingyue arrived at the Cloud Palace, the stench of blood and the odor of burning intensified. The execution ground below the Cloud Palace was densely packed with monks watching the excitement. From the high altar, blazing flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky crimson.
You should know that the Yun Palace execution ground is rarely open. Only those who are recognized as extremely evil by the eight major immortal sects will be executed in public to serve as a warning to others.
Who committed such a heinous crime in this uproar?
Qingyue squeezed through the crowd and when she saw the figure on the execution platform clearly, she felt like she was struck by lightning.
On Xingtai, Zhuohua's bloody clothes were tattered, and most of his wounded body had been licked by the flames, but he still looked up to the sky and cursed:
"You hypocrites will die a miserable death one day! A miserable death!"
Before he could finish his words, the flames suddenly erupted and swallowed him in an instant, leaving only a few ashes.
"Master!" Heart-wrenching cries pierced the sky.
Qingyue desperately threw herself into the sea of flames, her fingertips unable to grasp the falling embers. She was struck by the residual power of the Red Lotus Karma Fire and instantly fainted. If her father hadn't arrived in time to save her, she would have died.
It took a whole year for Qingyue to wake up from her coma.
Everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knows that the Red Lotus Karma Fire can burn the flesh and devour the soul. It has rarely been used for thousands of years. Even for those who have committed heinous crimes, a glimmer of hope will be left.
Now Zhuohua is being subjected to such extreme punishment...why?
The venerable immortals who watched the execution at the execution ground that day were either resentful or indifferent, and some even applauded with great joy.
Among them were Zhuohua's close friends, fellow disciples, and his mentor. In the past, when they mentioned Zhuohua, they would praise his talent and hard work, and regret his mortal background.
How come everything changed in just a few months?
What on earth happened to Master?
When she asked her father, he simply replied coldly, "How dare you ask me why? A lowly mortal, relying on a bit of luck, embarked on the path to immortality and opened the door to immortality. Instead of obeying the law, he attempted to destroy the immortal stone and ruin the foundation of the immortal world that had been established for tens of thousands of years! This is truly a heinous crime. Even the shattering of my soul would not be enough to atone for my sin!"
"Back then, you disobeyed your father's orders and chose him as your master, even at the cost of giving up your inheritance rights to the sect. Later, you recklessly rushed to the execution ground. If it weren't for your father's timely arrival and his full support, do you think the Yun Palace stewards would have let you go? Just because you're Zhuohua's disciple, you can't escape death!"
"Yueyue, listen to your father and stay in the sect from now on and don't mess around anymore. Also, don't mention anything about that traitor anymore!"
"Yueyue, do you remember what your father said?"
Unfortunately, she was never a good girl who followed the rules. She did not listen to her father and stay in the sect, but sneaked back to Yun Palace to find out the truth behind the scenes.
She didn't believe that her master would betray the world of immortal cultivation for no reason!
Finally, she found it.
But the truth shocked her even more than her master's death.
That day, the beast imprisoned in the Cloud Palace suddenly escaped. She thought it was an accident, but then she saw the two deacons guarding the demon prison, holding the key, slowly following behind.
She thought the two men were going to cast a spell to capture the beast, but she overheard their conversation.
A senior brother said with a smile: "The Earth Dragon has appeared. I wonder which small country will be hit by the catastrophe that will cause the earth to collapse and split open this time."
Another senior brother said, "They're going to Feng Country. Lingfa Immortal Lord has recently hit a bottleneck in his cultivation. The followers of Feng Country have been at ease for a few years and have neglected their offerings. We need to send down some disasters to let the followers know the power of the immortal and offer the purest power of faith."
Qingyue was shocked and a little bit unbelievable.
But when she followed the earth dragon, she saw it drilling into the ground of Fengguo and rolling around, causing a large-scale earthquake.
The once bustling streets and magnificent buildings were reduced to ruins in an instant, and countless lives were easily swallowed up.
Amid the sorrowful prayers of the surviving people, the leader of Xingdou Sect, Lingfa Xianjun, came to the world as a savior. With a wave of his sleeve, he took the evil beast into his sleeve.
Then, he left amid the shouts of gratitude from the ant-like people.
The gray sky, the gray earth, and the humble and dusty humans, however, emanated a golden glow that gathered in the direction of Lingfa Xianzun - that was the purest power of faith that could help cultivators improve their cultivation.
Qingyue suddenly understood everything.
It turns out that the so-called salvation and the halo of God are all an elaborate scam!
It turns out that the entire world of immortal cultivation is a group of hypocritical gentlemen.
It turned out that the master was labeled a traitor just because he saw the truth, and was tortured to death with the most cruel methods!
But in the mortal world, temples are already everywhere.
And those poor people who have been deceived will go to the temple to pray as soon as they encounter any disaster or difficulty.
She saw a mother who was almost starving to death, holding her dying baby, tremblingly bringing the fruit she had finally found to the altar, praying to the gods to save her seriously ill child.
On the altar, the Immortal Master Lingfa has a kind face.
In a war-torn country, corpses are everywhere.
The legless soldier trembled as he held out the statue from his arms. His bloodstained face was filled with piety. "Please, God... take my soul to rest in the celestial realm..."
But he didn't know that his god was the culprit behind this war.
——With more people and more weapons, some of them need to be consumed, otherwise it will easily lead to unstable factors and be difficult to control.
The suffering of the lower world is just a measure of the balancing act of the immortals above...
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