Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi
Chapter 1270 - 1256: Nightmare Descends

Chapter 1270: Chapter 1256: Nightmare Descends

The Master of the Changsheng Sect stood amidst the dark forest.

His face carried an expression of fanaticism as he spoke to Siling Feng, one of the four great ancestors of the Siling Clan, "Ancestor Feng need not worry. I had long anticipated that Xiao Yi would try to hinder our grand cause, so I already have other plans!"

"Oh? What plan? Do tell!"

Siling Feng’s fingers, which had been tapping the armrest, suddenly paused. He squinted and asked.

Not long ago.

The Changsheng Sect Master had abruptly entered the dark forest and revealed the seal location of the Death Spirit Hall Master to Siling Feng.

Because of this.

Siling Feng placed considerable importance on the Changsheng Sect Master as well.

After all.

The Qingtian Realm today was no longer like the Ancient Times; the Hall of Longevity had already become a speck of dust in the river of history, and the four branches of the Siling Clan had been suppressed and sealed, their strength far inferior to what it once was.

If they could leverage the power of the Changsheng Sect, there would be a higher success rate in rescuing the Death Spirit Hall Master.

The Changsheng Sect Master let out a sinister chuckle, "Previously, I instigated Duan Tianya of the Tianya Pavilion to send experts to the Southern State to deal with the Daqian Dynasty where Xiao Yi is. A few days ago, I received news that Xiao Yi indeed acted against the people of Tianya Pavilion, killing the experts they sent to the Daqian Dynasty."

"So what?" Siling Feng frowned.

The Siling Clan possessed nearly indestructible bodies, and their combat strength was formidable.

Yet in terms of schemes and strategies, they were not nearly as adept as the Human Race.

The narrowed eyes of the Changsheng Sect Master were filled with cold malice, "Disciples of the Tianya Pavilion died in the Southern State. Now if dozens of cities in the Southern State were to disappear, who do you think they would blame?"

"Hmm?"

Siling Feng was taken aback, his body on the throne suddenly tensed.

According to the Changsheng Sect Master’s words...

The first suspect the people of the Southern State would think of would be the Tianya Pavilion. At that time, there would inevitably be a great battle between the Southern State Sacred Land and Tianya Pavilion.

One grows, the other diminishes.

This would be greatly beneficial to their plan to rescue the Death Spirit Hall Master!

Siling Feng’s eyes, full of excitement, locked onto the Changsheng Sect Master, saying, "Good, good, good, I was right to trust you!"

The strongman of Tianya Pavilion had just died in the Southern State.

As a result...

Dozens of innocent lives in cities vanished from the Southern State.

It’s imaginable that people would first instinctively think it was retribution from Tianya Pavilion. Then, it would turn into a bloody battle and revenge between the Southern State’s strongmen and Tianya Pavilion.

Meanwhile, they could silently gain access to the billions of citizens within those dozens of cities.

"As long as there’s enough flesh and energy to impact the seal, the speed at which the Hall Master’s remnants are freed will be drastically reduced. Once the Hall Master’s remnants are freed, all Xiao Yi would be is a trivial chicken or dog!"

Siling Feng laughed heartily, his huge palm pounding heavily on the armrest, producing a dull echo. Then his gaze turned back to the Changsheng Sect Master, "I will send five Sacred Venerate Realm experts of the Siling Holy Clan to follow you and capture those Southern State citizens, bringing them to the Hall Master’s seal location as quickly as possible..."

"Please rest assured, Ancestor Feng. Leave these matters to me!"

The Changsheng Sect Master patted his chest firmly in assurance, then shifted his gaze, cautiously suggesting, "Ancestor Feng, the matters on the Southern State should be left to me. However, I’m now worried that Xiao Yi and others might find the Hall Master’s seal location before me, should that be the case..."

"You need not worry about that!"

Siling Feng waved his hand, baring two rows of razor-sharp, saw-like fangs with a confident expression, "I will personally lead people to the extreme southern regions to guard it, ensuring they will not disturb the great Hall Master!"

"Then I am relieved!"

The Changsheng Sect Master’s lips twitched into a slight smile, a hint of ultimate resentment and ferocity flashing in his eyes.

The Changsheng Sect was originally formed by the powerful figures who were under the Hall of Longevity back then.

They were a group of fanatics.

In their eyes, the Qingtian Realm should be under the rule of the Hall of Longevity.

Even though ten thousand years have passed since the Ancient Times until now, the Changsheng Sect continues, still enduring a pitiful existence like rats scurrying in the streets.

Yet they never altered their original intention—to restore the Hall of Longevity’s domination over the Qingtian Realm!

Because of this...

After leaving the Baiyu Holy Land, the Changsheng Sect Master accidentally discovered changes occurring in the extreme southern regions. He followed the clues to find a passage leading to the dark forest, resulting in the present scenario.

Whenever he thought of Xiao Yi, he couldn’t help but gnash his teeth, "Xiao Yi, oh Xiao Yi, this is the consequence of opposing me. It’s a pity I can’t slaughter you with my own hands..."

The humiliation inflicted at the Baiyu Holy Land was a lifelong stain for him.

Yet.

Xiao Yi’s overwhelming strength and suffocating, despair-inducing talent made any hope of revenge seem unreachable.

Fortunately, he now had a connection to the Siling Clan.

"Once they rescue the Death Spirit Hall Master, then I will be the greatest hero. Who will dare defy me in the entire Qingtian Realm afterward?" The Changsheng Sect Master clenched his fists tightly, madness evident in his eyes.

Siling Feng was also full of longing.

Ever since Zhao Wuji broke the Hall of Longevity, and the Death Spirit Hall Master was dismembered and sealed in different places by the Twin Star Taoist of those times, they had stayed in this godforsaken dark forest.

Ten thousand years entrapped!

Now, finally seeing a glimmer of hope!

Siling Feng urged again, "Changsheng Sect Master, act swiftly! Should you help free the Hall Master, when our Hall of Longevity reclaims control over the Qingtian Realm, you shall be our representative among humans!"

"Rest assured, Ancestor Feng. I will personally head to the Southern State to transport the blood sustenance here..."

The Changsheng Sect Master cupped his hands and retreated.

As soon as the Changsheng Sect Master left the dark forest, Siling Feng’s face gradually lost its smile, replaced by a grim and icy look, "Foolish humans, you betrayed my Holy Hall back then, and now wish to curry favor with my Holy Clan again? Truly foolish dreams. By the time my Holy Hall reclaims the Qingtian Realm, it will be the day of your bloodbath, you lowly humans!"

Time flew by.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

This night, as the full moon hung high.

Occasionally, clouds would blow past, briefly veiling the moonlight before revealing its brilliance once more. Yet after a few such cycles, the moonlit night seemed to faintly harbor a tinge of blood red.

Under the moonlight, on the Southern State’s vast land, a group of mysterious strongmen swept over the sky.

The leader, tightly wrapped, was none other than the Changsheng Sect Master. As he looked over the expansive land ahead, his eyes were a glaring red, "Warriors of the Holy Church, the escape of the Death Spirit Hall Master draws near, the day when the Hall of Longevity will reclaim the Qingtian Realm is not far. Once the Holy Hall returns, we shall be the greatest heroes, rising high, above all beings!"

"The Holy Church reigns mighty, the Master everlasting!"

"The Master everlasting..."

"Rest assured, once the Holy Hall regains control over the Qingtian Realm and confers rewards, the Holy Hall will not forget us! Come now, time is short, we must complete our task before the Nantian Sacred Land’s experts react, move!" The Changsheng Sect Master’s black-and-white eyes reflected the bloody moonlight, casting a crimson hue.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Experts from the Changsheng Sect spread out in all directions.

The millions of living beings in the Southern State, in their dreams, were oblivious to the unspeakable nightmare silently descending upon them...