Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 470 - 470 469 Guo Sect's Taiyi

470: Chapter 469: Guo Sect’s Taiyi 470: Chapter 469: Guo Sect’s Taiyi The Western Saintess dared not persuade further, for they knew that this foreigner before them, like the bird-riding cultivator, was not one to be trifled with, and fundamentally, there wasn’t much of a difference.

They only remained silent, feeling unwilling in their hearts; with their indigenous beliefs being somewhat superstitious, of course, they didn’t have the ability to thoroughly investigate the principles of nature.

More often, they resorted to manipulating people’s hearts, maintaining the rule of the matriarchal society on Blue Island.

However, even so, having dealt with these divine matters for so long, they also had a set of divination techniques that were quite effective.

They were certain that someone entering Holy Mountain would definitely be inappropriate, but exactly what was inappropriate about it was beyond their capabilities.

Hou Niao shook his head, “Well then, I’ll just go in and have a look, but I can’t guarantee how far I’ll be able to go.

Besides, maybe they’re just curious?”

He was not acting out of kindness, nor was it an explosion of justice; rather, his current state of realization simply left him with nothing to gain.

Since staying here had lost its meaning, why not try another approach?

Perhaps, this is what fate intended?

The two Saintesses were to stay and preside over the sacrifices, while someone else led him to climb towards West Holy Mountain.

On the ground, this was no different from a normal ascent.

The two Holy Mountains of Blue Island were not tall, each about five hundred zhang high, barren of grass; the Heavenly Pit was on the flank of West Holy Mountain, at even lower elevation.

Guided by someone who knew the path well, they soon arrived at the so-called Heavenly Pit, and Hou Niao felt a headache coming on at the sight of it.

This pit was nearly a hundred zhang in diameter, its depth indeterminate for the moment.

From the outside, it looked like the giant mining pits that were common across the Continent.

The walls of the pit were steep and not easy to climb.

After losing the ability to fly, the optimal approach would have been to ride a flying bird down, but the thunder falcon was now nowhere to be found, and he also worried that if he sought the creature’s help, it might just throw him in again.

An unreliable companion.

He decided to climb down himself and wasn’t too worried about encountering danger.

Now that everyone had lost their mana, his confidence was even stronger than when he had access to it.

Because his sword holding stance was unaffected.

This was an almost vertical cliff, impossible to descend without ropes for ordinary people; but cultivators had such powerful bodies that a single fingertip could support their entire body weight, making the descent effortless.

With two swords—one long, one short—tucked at his waist, ready to provide support points, such cliffs were nothing to him.

Since there was a mist at the bottom of the pit which obscured visibility, he didn’t know when he’d reach the bottom, so he had to judge his effort as he went along.

Just a dozen zhang down, he felt his body getting heavier, the natural result of the gravity barrier formed by the Yuan Magnetic Mountain’s interior, which also served as a gauge for how deep he could go.

If it got too heavy, he didn’t plan to push on blindly.

The cliff face was not smooth, but rather uneven, which made his descent easier than expected; nearly a hundred zhang down, his body weight doubled, entirely within his capacity.

Of course, had it been an ordinary person, they would likely have been unable to continue.

The Western Saintess’s talk of carrying a mountain on one’s back was an exaggeration—a mortal carrying their own weight would indeed feel like carrying a mountain, which was completely different from the physical strength of a cultivator.

As his body disappeared into the dense fog, those above could no longer see clearly, but Hou Niao’s vision remained sharp.

This was due to his long-term practice of visual recognition, a skill called “eye purple” that is useful even in the Tongtian Realm.

After descending two hundred zhang, the cliff suddenly began to converge, indicating he was close to the bottom.

This matched his estimates, as this depth was roughly at ground level—no pit could possibly drill down to the very depths of the earth.

A dozen zhang further down, the terrain leveled off, and although there were still undulations, it no longer went deeper.

There were no signs of life throughout the descent, be they large beasts or insects.

Under the intense primordial magnetic force, there was simply no space for life to thrive.

Visibility at the bottom of the pit was low, with many protruding rocks creating obstacles.

His body weight had now tripled the normal amount, but thankfully the area was not expansive.

After circling around, Hou Niao soon made a discovery.

It couldn’t be called a corridor or a cave, rather it was a rock fissure.

One could not walk upright inside, only crawl forward; the fissure emitted an even stronger primordial magnetic force, suggesting it might not be a dead-end but led somewhere.

Driven by curiosity, gripping a short blade, he crawled through.

This was not his style, but given the situation, it seemed like there were no other options.

Moving forward like a snake, always alert and keeping his short blade at the ready.

Over twenty years of swordsmanship experience in the Soul Realm filled him with confidence in this close-quarters combat setting where everyone was limited to hand-to-hand combat.

After less than a quarter of an hour, the space ahead opened up, allowing him to gradually stand upright from his prone position.

Another dozen zhang further, dazzling multicolored lights appeared, growing brighter and more intense, to the point of being blinding.

He closed his eyes momentarily to adjust to the intensity of the light, and when he opened them again, he squinted.

Here, the light was constantly changing, at times incredibly bright, at other times dim, as if mimicking the discharge of lightning…

But he knew this was not purely lightning.

The source of the flashing was still some distance away, but on the nearby cave walls, three figures sat cross-legged, resembling niches carved into a cliff, with a faint glow above their heads.

One of them was the Daoist he had seen above Blue Island.

All three were clearly aware of the intruder.

Two remained silent, focusing inward, while the Daoist he encountered opened his eyes.

“Taiyi’s Qu Wuhui from Guo Sect here.

I wonder what brings you here, Daoist?”

Seeing this scene, Hou Niao realized these three must be cultivators from the Guo Sect, and this place a likely spot for their cultivation.

Guo Sect, a major power in the Southeast, follows the Divine Dao of Taiyi, and is one of Jinxiu Continent’s rare Thunder Cultivation Sects.

Hence, their presence here was not surprising.

Large as Jinxiu may be, it could hardly conceal the endless exploration of cultivators.

To think that only he, Hou Niao, knew of Blue Island’s existence while others were ignorant would be underestimating the heroes of the world.

Being adept at thunder powers, it was only natural for cultivators from the Thunder Cultivation Sect to be present in the Continent’s thunder spaces.

If even he was aware of seeking fortune here, it made no sense that these thunder-wielding Thunder Strike Warriors were unaware.

The three figures, all at the Natural Realm, practiced similar cultivation techniques with glowing heads and faint lightning surrounding them.

With a slight bow, he said, “I have trespassed quite rudely, Hou Niao of Shan Sect offers his apologies.

It was not my intention to intrude, I ask you to pardon the disturbance.”

Qu Wuhui smiled, “If you’ve come, it is fated.

This place is not Guo Sect’s private territory, those with fate shall enjoy its gifts.”