The Palace of the Underworld is built on a steep mountain peak, with a rope forming a sky bridge spanning two mountains.
Yi Mu and Hu Tianqin rode their horses halfway up the mountain, but did not see any horses or corpses along the way.
Within two days, either Hu Feng and his martial arts followers were wiped out by the Demonic Sect, or they killed two wicked villains.
It shouldn't be this eerily quiet.
Before leaving, Hu Tianjin dug up his brother's and sister-in-law's Langyue Sword from their graves.
Having heard that Yi Cong's martial arts skills were unfathomable, and having never fought him before, Hu Tianqin knew nothing of his abilities and could only make thorough preparations.
Fearing a trap on the bridge, Yi Mu instructed Hu Tianqin to wait on this side of the bridge.
He forcefully swung the three silver knives from his waist, which swiftly swept across the wooden bridge, which was at least a hundred meters long.
There were no hidden weapons, and the knife remained unharmed.
Yi Mu raised an eyebrow in surprise.
The rumored Yi Cong has an extremely unpredictable personality. Even back in Cixin Hall, as the senior disciple, he wasn't very close to his fellow disciples.
He doesn't trust others and is extremely suspicious.
Therefore, it doesn't seem like a trap, but rather a trap in the traditional sense.
Yi Mu took a step forward, but was stopped by Hu Tianqin.
"I'm thick-skinned and don't feel pain, you walk behind me."
If there are any hidden weapons or anything like that, Hu Tianqin can protect Yi Mu.
Yi Mu did not insist, and the two stepped onto the wooden bridge.
"Do you resent me for stopping you?"
Yi Mu was referring to the time at the inn when he stopped Hu Tianqin from killing the crown prince.
As a result, Hu Tianqin's hand was cut by his knife.
Hu Tianjin didn't stop, raising his defensive power to its peak.
He looked at the dark, gaping entrance to the demonic cult, dozens of meters away, and shook his head.
"You must have your reasons for doing that."
Yi Mu's protection of the Crown Prince was indeed based on careful consideration.
One of the main storylines of this world, to a large extent, revolves around this plague.
Only when the crown prince ascends the throne can the plague problem be solved.
As Emu said, the plague was not simply a matter of sweeping across the entire country.
The people living on this continent will all be infected by the plague.
In the best-case scenario, all of humanity would perish; in the worst-case scenario, some would mutate during the infection.
A martial arts world mixed with court intrigue might then transform into a post-apocalyptic zombie setting.
The world is collapsing. It's a small matter if Yi Mu fails to complete his mission, but if so many people are left living in misery, then Yi Mu, who knows the truth, is a sinner.
Yi Mu was truly moved that Hu Tianqin understood him.
He looked at the man's broad back and smiled.
It turns out that no matter how many worlds they went through, he would support him unconditionally.
When the two of them arrived at the cave, they did not see a single person.
They were said to be martial arts practitioners who came to punish the demonic sect, but they didn't see any of the sect's gatekeepers.
The ground at the entrance of the cave was clean and free of fallen leaves, indicating that it must be regularly swept.
There must be someone in the cave; perhaps they're waiting to trap us.
Yi Mu and Hu Tianqin were on high alert, walking quietly and silently into the cave.
The further you go into the cave, the louder the sounds become.
The sound was strange; it sounded a bit like cheers.
An image involuntarily surfaced in Yi Mu's mind.
A group of people dressed in black robes hoisted the martial arts practitioners up to molten lava below, forcing them to reveal certain information.
If anyone resists to the death, cut the rope and let the group add fuel to the lava.
Yi Mu had already imagined that Hu Tianqin's nephew had been beaten beyond recognition, and suddenly everything became clear to him.
A faint mist rose from the dark cave.
Before Yimu and Hu Tianqin stood a group of believers dressed in black.
However, instead of engaging in cult activities, they sat around the table, reaching for food in the pot with their chopsticks.
If Yi Mu is not mistaken, that stove is a hot pot.
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