The girl with a bright face turned around, smiled and said hello.

Wei Tao chatted with her for a few words, then pointed to the stone tablet and asked straight to the point, "Your Highness, do you know the origin of that stone tablet and what is engraved on it?"

The girl looked back and said with some hesitation, "This thing must have been around for a long time. It is said that the ancestor, Emperor Wu, once wanted to reproduce the inscription, but he gave up because it was too old and the handwriting could not be read."

Speaking of this, she suddenly became interested, "Look behind the obelisk, is there a shallow palm print?"

Wei Tao observed carefully and asked, "Who left this mark?"

The girl sighed, "Wei Daozi, don't think this stone tablet is dilapidated and don't dare to touch it with force, it is very strong.

When our ancestor, Emperor Wu, climbed to the top of Taixuan Peak, he seemed to have used seven or eight of his power to leave a mark on it."

The eight successful powers that were number one in the world a hundred years ago?

Wei Tao was startled, then looked at the handprint that was so shallow that it was almost unclear, and he immediately became more interested in the stone tablet. "Who made the scratches on the front of the stone tablet?"

"I don't know either. Our ancestors were very curious about this back then. They sat here and studied it for a long time, but they didn't seem to come to a conclusion."

Changshi Yu raised his head to observe the sky, and kept fiddling with the compass in his hand.

Soon after, he came to the old man who was standing with his hands behind his back and said in a respectful tone, "Ou, it's almost time."

The old man lowered his head and looked at the compass and said slowly, "Let's get started. After entering the profound abyss, your understanding will depend on fate. I will be protecting them outside."

"Understood."

Changshi Yu checked the compass again to make sure it was correct, and then suddenly waved his hand, "The time has come, the profound abyss has opened!"

A dozen or so patrolling warriors wearing thick cotton-padded clothes quickly approached, each holding a complex-shaped key in their hands, and quickly sank into the crack.

Then there was a clicking sound, and the closed door slowly opened to both sides.

A gust of cold wind suddenly surged out from the crack, stirring up the dense mist and even raising tiny bits of snowflakes.

Changshi Yu gently exhaled a breath of white air, "Your Highnesses, fellow Taoists, there are a total of ten stone caves below. Each of you can choose one. After entering, you can gain enlightenment and practice."

After a pause, he continued, "There is no distinction between good and bad caves, so it doesn't matter which one you choose. There is no need to argue about it."

After Yu Changshi finished speaking, no one moved at the edge of the crack.

Including the two royal family members, everyone's eyes were focused on Wei Tao, waiting for him to be the first to enter.

Wei Tao looked around, took a step forward, and disappeared into the darkness.

The two royal family disciples followed closely behind, followed by Taoist disciples from each sect, jumping into the crack one after another.

Changshi Yu watched the last person enter, then turned back to the old man, "If Mr. Ou has no other instructions, I will go down first."

The old man sat cross-legged next to the stone tablet and said slowly, "Go, there are a lot of things going on down there, just let me guard you here."

Unknowingly, the fog became thicker and thicker.

The top of Taixuan Peak is hidden in it, looming, looking like a fairyland in the sky.

Looking at the palm print on the stone tablet, Mr. Ou couldn't help but feel a little lost. Perhaps he thought of something and let out a long sigh.

Time passed little by little.

Dark clouds are gathering in the sky and approaching quickly.

Another strong wind blew up, blowing away the white mist and bringing with it a heavy chill.

Snap.

Suddenly there was a soft sound.

It came from the stone steps leading to the bottom of the peak.

Ou Lao opened his eyes at this moment, and some doubts flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Snap!

The sound sounded again, like vague footsteps.

It blends into the mountain breeze, making it hard to hear it clearly.

Ou Lao frowned and slowly stood up straight.

Without seeing any movement from him, he had already reached the top stone steps and lowered his head to look down.

At a glance, Ou Lao's pupils suddenly shrank.

In the mist swept by the mountain wind, a vague figure was standing, slowly looking up.

The figure was wearing a large red robe and seemed to be wrapped in blood. It was incompatible with the surrounding environment, but it seemed to blend in perfectly, giving people an extremely contradictory feeling.

When their eyes met, the two of them were slightly startled at the same time.

High up there was a golden aura of true strength rising suddenly, like a rising sun suddenly rising from the top of Taixuan Peak.

Below is a mass of bright red mist surging wantonly, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Suddenly, Ou Lao let out a deep sigh that slowly sounded from the top of Taixuan Peak, "I actually saw a tantric master on Taixuan Mountain in the hinterland of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I can't help but be puzzled and surprised."

Meng Chi laughed loudly, and an old and hoarse voice came out from the billowing blood mist, "I set foot here specifically for you, the Grand Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Forty years ago, our sect accompanied the Great Khan's cavalry to the south, and had countless battles with the warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Among them, there were many battles involving masters and masters, which fascinated me endlessly. I wish I could turn back time and join them."

"Behind you should be the Taixuan Abyss that has just been opened. Although it is still some distance away, I can already sense the spiritual power being stimulated inside.

It is worthy of being a blessed place appointed by Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even after so many years, it can still have such mysterious effects.

It’s a pity that the northern land where my clan is located is too desolate, not only unsuitable for human and animal survival, but even the blessed land is far less fertile than the Great Zhou land, which makes people envious.”

Although there was still a short distance, and although the Tantric master below was just talking to himself and sighing in a low voice, Ou Lao felt the tremendous pressure and rushed towards him along the stone steps.

The majestic aura overflowed from Mengchi's body.

Like the tide, one wave after another becomes more and more surging, never stopping for a moment.

Ou Lao took a deep breath, put his hands behind his back, and already held two special fist seals.

Boom!

A muffled sound suddenly came from the hollow between the fingers and palm.

It's like a human heart beating.

Mengchi sighed quietly and slowly walked up.

But just a few steps later, he stopped without warning and turned his head to look into the depths of the white mist beyond the stone steps.

"Right now, in the Taixuan Abyss, there should be your royal family members and Taoist disciples from various sects who are comprehending and practicing.

If we fight outside, I'm afraid it will affect the state of mind of these young people."

Ou Lao sneered and said, "I can't believe that a tantric monk like you can have such good intentions."

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. I just can't bear it and don't want those young people with excellent talents and qualifications to be affected and impacted, so I just want to remind you a little."

After the words fell, Meng Chi took a step towards the stone steps, walking on the cliff as if walking on flat ground, and quietly disappeared into the depths of the mist.

"I have been waiting for ten breaths in the distance. If you haven't followed me, don't blame me for wanting to rush into the Taixuan Abyss and kill all those little guys without leaving a single one behind."

Ou Lao's face was solemn, he looked back at the huge crack that was filled with cold air, and then thought about the impact of the master's confrontation on Xuan Yuan, and immediately made a choice.

His energy and spirit suddenly gathered in one place, and with an increasingly rich golden aura, he chased after the blood mist.

Almost at the same time, black clouds swept over and enveloped the entire peak.

The cold autumn rain then fell, leaving a vast mist between heaven and earth.

Around the crack, the rainwater was stirred by the cold air, and immediately turned into little ice crystals, crackling on the ground, and erupting in a dense series of sounds.

Not long after, several figures stepped out of the gate of Taixuan Sect and came to the bottom of the stairs leading to the highest peak.

One of them, a thin and fair monk, raised his head and let the rain soak his face.

He closed his eyes and sighed with emotion, "It is indeed a fertile land in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even the wind and rain are so gentle, like a girl whispering in my ear.

If we were in the bitter cold northern wilderness where we are, the cold wind would already be howling and snow would be flying all over the sky at this time of year. It would take months of hard work to wait until the White Disaster disappears."

The black-faced monk followed closely behind him, with thick blood stains clearly visible on his robes.

Staring at the stone steps hidden deep in the rain, the black-faced monk's brows were full of ferocity and full of murderous intent, "Master Ji, shall we go up directly and kill all the remaining Taoists?"

Ji Shou slowly shook his head, "Don't be anxious. After all, there are seedlings selected by the secret method elders of our sect. If you disturb their practice, I'm afraid even Elder Mengchi won't be able to save your lives."

After finishing speaking, he turned to look to his side with a gentle smile on his face, "I would like to thank Mr. Minglan for the information this time, which allowed us to have a detailed understanding of the specific situation on the mountain.

It’s not like Elder Qiao’s subordinate Qian Mian, who disguised himself as Xi Mengrong from Lingming Mountain and sneaked in. Until now, no one has been seen alive or dead, which made Elder Qiao very angry and lost a lot of face.”

Minglan lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Not only is Palace Master Ji strange, but I am also very confused as to what the problem is in the Lingming Mountain lineage.

No matter whether it was the leader or the disciples of the sect, they all disappeared, and no one came to participate in the competition."

Ji Shou thought slowly and said, "This sect only killed Xi Mengrong. We never encountered the Daozi from Lingming Mountain from the beginning to the end, so we don't know where they went.

Could it be that Master Zuo's plan was leaked, so they ran away in advance and didn't dare to take a step closer to Taixuan Mountain?"

Having said this, he frowned slightly, "That's not right, the plan formulated by Master Zuo is extremely strict and there is absolutely no way it will be leaked.

To put it bluntly, even if the news is really leaked, there is no way that Taixuan Mountain will be as unprepared as it is now, with the door completely open to us, but should be prepared and waiting for us to fall into the trap."
To be continued...