308: Chapter 53: The Northern Hunt Catastrophe (6K5)_4 308: Chapter 53: The Northern Hunt Catastrophe (6K5)_4 The Qiantian Palace Saint’s expression suddenly froze, and he stared blankly at the fairy from Yuqing Pavilion.
Just a short while ago, he had been fighting side by side with these two Daoists…
Although Fang Hang had been somewhat deceitful and Xie Sheng a bit treacherous, once they stepped into the Secret Realm, the three of them had, after all, shared a relationship of “life and death.”
“Dead?
How did he die?”
Yu Wenzhong muttered.
Shang Yi shook her head, using Sword Qi as a medium for the Divine Soul, to send the scene that she had witnessed upon her arrival into Yu Wenzhong’s mind.
“Xie Zhen killed Xie Sheng?”
Yu Wenzhong, stunned, then furrowed his brow, “No…no, that’s not right…”
He also had a vague impression in his mind.
In his dazed state,
he seemed to have heard Xie Sheng’s transmitted message.
It seemed to say…the one who kills me is Xie Zhen.
At that time, he had tried his best to see what was happening inside the array.
“Shang Fairy.”
Yu Wenzhong rubbed his head vigorously, softly transmitting, “About what happened at that time, I seem to recall something…”
“Hmm?” Shang Yi raised an eyebrow.
She didn’t care about Xie Sheng’s death anymore.
She really wanted to know.
What exactly had happened inside the Dragon Array.
Whether Fang Hang or Xie Zhen…
It seemed both had intentionally hidden some information.
“I had passed out then.
A thunderous sound struck Heart Lake, waking me up…”
Yu Wenzhong muttered, “I seemed to see, over Xie Sheng’s head, a huge shadow circling, that person seemed to be donned in a pitch-black robe, somewhat similar to your Taoist robes, but the aura was utterly lifeless, seemingly asleep, trapped in a dream?”
Upon hearing this, Shang Yi’s beautiful eyes flickered with an unusual color.
Her expression subtly changed.
Looking into Yu Wenzhong’s eyes, she also began to look strange.
“Perhaps I remembered wrongly.”
After a brief silence, Yu Wenzhong casually smiled, patted his head, and shook his head, “Damn Xie Zhen’s powerful punches, they almost made me ‘lose my mind.’ By the way, how did you come to be here?”
The latter half of the sentence was asked outright, not through transmission.
“…”
Shang Yi did not respond verbally.
A disciple of Yuqing Pavilion, who did not know about the transmission between the two, said with a worried look, “Yuwen Saint, do you not know that a great catastrophe has occurred during this Northern Hunt?”
“Northern Hunt, a great catastrophe?”
Yu Wenzhong looked even more bewildered.
The Northern Hunt had just started, and he, along with Xie Sheng and Fang Hang, had come to this Secret Realm.
In a blink of an eye.
He was caught in a catastrophe?
“Everything was fine originally.”
The disciple of Yuqing Pavilion sighed, “But for some reason, ‘Prince Jiu’ from Chi Ling City suddenly arrived at Li Lan Mountain.”
“Chi Ling City, Prince Jiu?”
Yu Wenzhong felt a peculiar itch in his head, reminded of the demoness he had encountered earlier…
Though he was in the Secret Realm,
at this moment, he seemed to realize something terrible.
“Prince Jiu is at the peak of Yin God.”
Yu Wenzhong muttered, “The three supervisors of the supervision ships, even combined, may not be his match…
We must notify the Great Chu Imperial City, get a Yang God to take action.”
Upon hearing this, the room fell silent.
“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Yu Wenzhong felt somewhat at a loss.
“Yuwen Saint, the situation is worse than you think.”
Shang Yi stood up, calmly stating, “Prince Jiu somehow intercepted the Northern Hunt’s messages.
He set up an array in advance that blocked the transmission of any news and then started the massacre as he stepped into Li Lan Mountain.
You were right about one thing, the three supervisors of the supervision ships, even together, couldn’t stop him.
Li Lan Mountain has been breached, the Cloud Ships destroyed, the demon cultivators from Chi Ling City rampaged, countless Loose Cultivators were slaughtered…
To save our lives, we had no choice but to flee into this Secret Realm.”
Yu Wenzhong felt a moment of dizziness.
As if he wasn’t fully awake.
Everything Shang Yi was saying seemed too absurd, too fantastical.
“This Secret Realm, unfathomably deep, Han Shan Venerable burned his lifespan and calculated that this was the best chance for us to survive, this ‘sanctuary’.”
Shang Yi looked toward the black mist hovering over the ancient city’s skyline.
She scoffed at herself, “In a way, Han Shan Venerable’s calculations weren’t wrong.”
Just recently, she had seen an ancient general, with the strength of a Yin God, take action.
In this shattered ancient kingdom, there could be existences even more powerful than the Yin God she’d just witnessed.
Prince Jiu stepping into this place might not be able to reap any benefits either.
“Wait.”
Yu Wenzhong took a deep breath, unbelieving, “Do you mean…the Northern Hunt was intercepted by Chi Ling City, Prince Jiu began slaughtering on Snow Mountain, how many have fled into this Secret Realm?”
“Qin Family, Martial Sect, Yuqing Pavilion, Baihua Valley…”
Shang Yi glanced at Yu Wenzhong, she could understand the Saint’s feelings.
She calmly stated, “Besides those Loose Cultivators who were killed, all the survivors received Han Shan Venerable’s Divine Thought.
Based on this, everyone would have fled into this Secret Realm.”
“Everyone?”
Yu Wenzhong muttered, “What about the three supervisors of the supervision ships?”
“They were fighting a retreating battle against Prince Jiu.
If the situation allowed, they would likely have also escaped here in the end,” Shang Yi paused briefly, softly adding, “I know what you’re worried about.
If nothing goes wrong…Prince Jiu will eventually end up here too.”