Wuming watched Chu Lingwei smile happily. The saber in his hand flew out, and the spirit turtle blocking their path was immediately split in two.
Chu Lingwei’s smiling face froze. It could have been done with one strike, yet she still had to act.
“Fellow Daoist Wuming, your spirit artifact is so effective. From now on, all dangers we encounter will be handed over to it.”
Wuming put away the saber, a smile appearing on his face. “Fellow Daoist Chu’s idea is excellent.”
“I think so too,” Chu Lingwei said with a slight smile. She walked to the spirit turtle and inspected its spiritual energy.
“No need to check. There are no issues with the spiritual energy here.” Wuming stood beside Chu Lingwei, his gaze fixed on the very center, his eyes serious. “It has already discovered us.”
Chu Lingwei put the spirit turtle into her spatial artifact and stood up, becoming vigilant. “If it discovers us, what will happen to us?”
When they were with Wen Chen, the tornado had only taken Wen Chen and had not harmed them.
“It depends on its mood.” Wuming put away his saber and strode forward. “If it’s in a bad mood, it will eat us directly. If it’s in a good mood, it won’t appear no matter what we do.”
“So, what exactly is it?” Chu Lingwei frowned. This Wuming loved to keep her in suspense, never telling her anything.
“When you see it, you’ll naturally know what it is.” Wuming always walked ahead of Chu Lingwei, clearing all obstacles for her.
Chu Lingwei had not blocked the connection between her spatial artifact and the outside world. Feng Ming transmitted his voice to her: “Weiwei, Grandpa Yu said there are no problems with this spirit turtle’s spiritual energy.”
“Mm, I know.”
Wuming hadn’t lied to her. There were no problems with the spiritual energy here, which should be related to that tornado.
It seemed that the spiritual energy of the entire spirit domain was related to this tornado.
Finding the source of the problem, Chu Lingwei became happy, finally having a result.
“Fellow Daoist Chu, you seem very happy?” Wuming, walking ahead, sensed Chu Lingwei’s good mood, and his voice involuntarily carried a smile.
“Yes, can’t I be happy to discover the secret of the spirit domain?” Chu Lingwei smiled, wondering what changes would occur on the Xuan Tian Continent if they left the spirit domain.
“Secret? Are you sure you can leave here alive?” Wuming chuckled and pointed to a nearby mountain. “Look there. This was originally an abyss filled with the withered bones of cultivators. Now it has become this mountain.”
Chu Lingwei merely glanced at the mountain indifferently before looking away. “Fellow Daoist Wuming, since you promised to take me, stop talking nonsense.”
Wuming: “…”
“If Fellow Daoist Wuming really wants to talk, you might as well tell me, where did the real Wuming go? And why are you impersonating Wuming?”
Chu Lingwei looked at Wuming ahead. He had told her he had been here for five hundred years, but Wei Xiangyang had been here for seven hundred years. Wei Xiangyang said it was Wuming who kept him here, which meant one of them was lying.
Wuming ahead had too many flaws; he must be the one with the problem.
“Fellow Daoist Chu, when did you find out?” Wuming was not surprised. His disguise in front of Chu Lingwei was not very clever.
“So, you killed the real Wuming?”
To keep Wei Xiangyang and the others in the spirit domain and to prevent them from finding a way out for hundreds of years, he must have some tricks.
“He did so many evil deeds, didn’t he deserve to die?” Wuming did not admit it, but it was more like an admission.
“Why did Wuming keep these cultivators here?”
Chu Lingwei’s gaze was solemn. The question that troubled her now was whether these people couldn’t leave, or if Wuming had forcibly kept them here.
“Loneliness?”
Wuming stopped, his eyes fixed in front of him. “Look around here. Everyone is lonely.”
As Chu Lingwei heard Wuming’s words, the air around them suddenly turned cold, and a thick fog began to surround them, reducing visibility.
“Miasma?”
“This miasma is not poisonous. Look carefully at what’s inside,” Wuming stepped back, standing a step away from Chu Lingwei, and said in a low voice.
Chu Lingwei looked at the miasma in front of her. As she stared at it, she could faintly see figures moving within.
“Are they all cultivators who were kept here?” Chu Lingwei was shocked. They still retained their appearance at the time of their death. Some had died miserably, their flesh and blood mangled, making it unbearable to look at.
“They are cultivators who died here over ten thousand years, their souls lingering.” The saber in Wuming’s hand appeared. His eyes were calm. “They have been trapped here for years. Why don’t I grant them liberation today?”
As soon as Wuming spoke, the miasma around them seemed to understand their conversation and swarmed towards them like mad.
Chu Lingwei drew her Ice Jade Frost Sword and swung it at the miasma in front of her. Visibly, the spirit within the miasma was split in two by her strike and then digested.
“Be careful.”
Seeing Chu Lingwei momentarily stunned, Wuming picked her up and flew into the air. “Don’t think they’re just spirits and won’t harm you. Some of them have materialized and can kill people.”
Chu Lingwei felt a large hand tightly grasping her waist, making it impossible for her to break free from Wuming’s embrace quickly.
“Fellow Daoist Wuming, if you don’t let go, we’ll be surrounded by miasma.” Chu Lingwei swung her Ice Jade Frost Sword, dispersing the miasma behind Wuming.
Wuming let out a low laugh and placed Chu Lingwei on the ground. “Don’t worry, they won’t charge at us.”
Chu Lingwei couldn’t help but shiver. Why did this person’s words give her a strange feeling, as if she had heard them somewhere before?
“Don’t get distracted.”
Wuming’s saber continuously struck at the miasma in front of them, scattering the figures within like smoke.
There was too much miasma. Chu Lingwei could only keep swinging her sword, attacking the cultivators within the miasma.
Spirits were no longer considered human. Staying here would only harm innocent people.
Suddenly, Chu Lingwei was separated by a miasma barrier. In an instant, she could no longer see Wuming’s figure.
“Are you from the Phoenix clan?”
A transparent figure appeared before Chu Lingwei, looking at her in disbelief.
“What did you say?”
Chu Lingwei took a step back and swung her sword at the figure, but it caused no damage.
“Are you from the Phoenix clan?” the figure repeated, his tone very certain.
“What Phoenix clan? I’ve never heard of it.” Chu Lingwei stopped. She had never heard of a Phoenix clan on the Xuan Tian Continent.