Even after ten thousand years, Shi Zhili still gets emotional when he thinks about that time.
His chest heaved violently; he was on the verge of losing his mind.
Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder, and the restlessness in his heart seemed to be soothed in an instant.
Turning her head, she saw a slightly confused look in her eyes, which met Shen Sangruo's calm, clear eyes.
Seeing that he had come to his senses, she calmly withdrew her hand and also withdrew the spiritual power that had been used to stabilize his mind.
"Control your emotions; your newly recovered spirit cannot withstand further turmoil."
She knew why Shi Zhili had lost control, but the current situation did not allow him to get caught up in his emotions.
Shi Zhili turned his head to the side, still looking awkward, but still managed to squeeze out a "Thanks."
Lu Shiqing took in everything, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, and her gaze toward Shi Zhili grew increasingly hostile.
However, Shen Sanruo had no interest in what Lu Shiqing was thinking.
She pondered in her mind.
If nothing unexpected happens, they will next face those demonic cultivators from ten thousand years ago.
It's not all bad news; the key to breaking the formation may very well lie among those demonic cultivators.
But with their strength, how could they possibly fight against that group of demonic cultivators?
Previously, it was the entire Taichu Sect, but now only ten of them are facing the demonic cultivator army.
At the same time, they were also thinking about what form those demonic cultivators existed in.
They certainly couldn't be living people; they'd been dead for ten thousand years. If evil cultivators possessed such evil arts, they would have created immortal war gods and long ago conquered the cultivation world.
It's highly likely to be a projection, or a puppet, a fake created by the secret realm.
Therefore, their strength is definitely lower than that of true demonic cultivators.
Given the magical artifacts they carried, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
We'll have to wait for the demonic cultivators to appear before we can make a judgment on the specifics.
Outside the barrier, Immortal Lord Changli and the others watched as the ten people passed through the crack, and then quickly withdrew their spiritual power.
A sharp, piercing pain shot through my stiff palm, making it difficult to move.
"These evil cultivators are truly ruthless." Fairy Qingluan moved her fingers with difficulty.
Gu Ci Zhenjun asked the people around him, "Has the message been delivered to other sects and independent cultivator organizations in the cultivation world?"
It was a method they summarized from the Starry Plains formation that made the formation visible.
In this way, others will be able to find the formation much faster, and they should soon have something to show for it.
"They've all been delivered to them."
"That's good. Everyone should rest around here and wait to meet them when they come out." Gu Ci Zhenjun nodded.
They agreed to leave within two days at most, no matter what happened.
If Shen Sanruo carries a magical artifact that allows her to communicate with the outside world within five meters of the barrier's edge, they can work together to tear a gap in the barrier by using the artifact to contact them.
Ancient Virtuous Monarch was unaware of what had happened within the barrier. He glanced at the thick barrier and whispered, "I hope everything goes smoothly and that you return safely."
Inside the barrier.
A tense atmosphere filled the air.
Time passed second by second, and the surroundings remained silent, except that the red light on the horizon seemed to grow even redder.
After an unknown amount of time, countless tiny black dots appeared in the red light that met the horizon to their right.
The black dots were rapidly moving away from the red light and gradually enlarging, causing even the ground to vibrate slightly.
"They're here!" Shen Sanruo said softly.
The Kui Niu stood beside her, while the dodder flower fairy hid in her hair, holding a feather fan in her hand, not daring to relax her guard for a moment.
They were about to turn that way to prepare for battle.
But then they discovered the same black spot on the other side, and felt the same tremor.
"Are they demonic cultivators over there too?" Su Xiyu asked, her voice filled with doubt.
Luo Chu's face was extremely grim. "No way? We only have so few people, and they're going to surround us from both sides?"
"I don't think so," Shi Zhili said in a deep voice, looking at the dark figures that appeared behind him.
Soon, the dark figures from the right became clear in their field of vision.
Just as Shen Sangri had predicted.
They were a group of somewhat transparent phantoms, dressed in similar attire to those she had seen on the demonic cultivators in the Misty Abyss.
There were radicals and conservatives, but the demonic cultivators dressed in conservative attire were at the forefront.
Then they saw clearly the dark figures on the left, which were obviously not demonic cultivators.
Everyone couldn't help but look at Shi Zhili standing to the side.
Because the clothes worn by that group of people were exactly the same as his.
“They are…people from our Taichu Sect.” Shi Zhili’s voice trembled, and his eyes were red.
Those who had passed away years ago reappeared before his eyes, and even though he knew they were just illusions, he was still in a daze.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the image that had gradually faded in his memory has become clear again before his eyes.
The gaze fixed on those illusory figures was filled with greed, as if it wanted to imprint their appearances deeply in its eyes.
He never imagined that he would be able to meet his deceased relatives again in this way.
Because of Shi Zhili, a sense of sorrow permeated the atmosphere.
But soon Luo Chu said with delight, "Does that mean there are people from the Tai Chu Sect fighting alongside us against those demonic cultivators?"
After all, it was the people of the Taichu Sect who fought against the demonic cultivators ten thousand years ago.
"In that case, we're not completely isolated! Breaking the formation should become much easier!"
The situation has changed from ten people fighting against demonic cultivators to fighting against the former Tai Chu Sect elders, which can be described as a glimmer of hope.
Luo Chu immediately gained confidence and relaxed a lot.
"It can't be that simple." Chen Sangruo's words shattered Luo Chu's illusions. "Didn't you say before that this secret realm exists to prevent us from destroying the formation?"
"Why would those evil cultivators be so kind as to specially arrange for the seniors of the Tai Chu Sect to fight against the demonic cultivators?"
Ye Huai picked up where she left off, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the illusory figures of the Tai Chu Sect members. "So, their target is also us."
"Then...wouldn't that mean we have to deal with both the demonic cultivators and the seniors of the Taichu Sect at the same time?" Wen Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, and his voice was somewhat strained.
Not only has there been no turnaround, but the number of people to fight against has also doubled dramatically.
What's even more disgusting is that they were forced to attack the elders of the Taichu Sect, forcing them to kill each other.
Not to mention that one of them was from the Taichu Sect, how could Shi Zhili bring himself to do it?
Shen Sangruo's eyes darkened; those evil cultivators' methods were indeed vicious.
The tremors grew stronger, and people on both sides moved closer and closer to them, making the atmosphere increasingly tense.
Only now did they realize that the gazes of both sides were fixed on them, filled with murderous intent, as if they wished they could tear them to pieces.
"Demon! I have come today to take your dog lives! I swear to protect the peace of my cultivation world!"
"The Demon Lord has ordered: leave no one alive! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
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