Struggling to Survive with Regression Power in the Primordial Saint Sect
Chapter 84: Desire to Pacify the Witch Ghost Realm!

The Witch Ghost Secret Realm, headquarters of the Tingyou Sect.

Unlike other parts of the secret realm, as the headquarters of the Tingyou Sect, various ghost messengers had been clearing out witch ghosts, and over time, even a city had been built.

Its name was ‘City of Unjust Deaths’.

In the center of the towering city stood a divine statue reaching into the clouds.

Nearly eighty percent of the population within the secret realm had gathered in this ‘City of Unjust Deaths’, and every moment, they could see this towering divine statue.

Its appearance was unmistakably that of the founder of the Tingyou Sect, and beneath the statue stood a magnificent golden palace, which was the retreat place of the eight elders of the Tingyou Sect.

The sect had no leader, only revered the founder, so all affairs were jointly decided by the eight elders.

Usually, only one elder was on duty, while the other seven were in a dormant state.

After all, the system of the Tingyou Sect involved feeding ghosts with their bodies, resulting in a very short lifespan. Without this method to prolong life, they would be devoured by witch ghosts within a few years.

However, at this moment, a full six elders had entered a revived state.

The Great Elder, White Impermanence, sat at the head position.

He appeared very young, dressed in white, tall and thin, with a sinister smile always on his face:

“The founder’s statue has been destroyed; this is no small matter.”

“Before the statue was destroyed, the founder’s decree was transmitted, instructing us to find the person who destroyed the statue at all costs, which is why I have awakened you, fellow disciples.”

At this point, White Impermanence looked at the two empty seats and frowned:

“Where are the Martial and Civil Judge brothers?”

A burly man clad in armor, with a bull’s head hanging on one shoulder, stood up and said, “They have just returned to their positions and still need time to fully revive.”

White Impermanence nodded upon hearing this: “Very well, there is no rush.”

Before his words fell, another black-robed Daoist stood up. His face was fierce, body broad and fat, and he said harshly: “Why wait for them to revive?”

“According to the sect’s records, although there are many powerful beings outside, those who have truly reached the founder’s level dare not enter, and those below the founder’s level are at most on par with us. Weren’t those outsiders who intruded into the headquarters recently, claiming to be ‘Divine Martial Sect disciples’, just like that?”

“Rather than waiting here, why don’t we take the initiative?”

“Anyway, the Day and Night Wandering Gods have already returned to their positions; they can monitor the secret realm inside and out. I doubt that outsider can hide; he will surely not escape our grasp.”

“What Senior Brother said is very true.”

The one who spoke in agreement was a handsome young man with three eyes on his head, who smiled and said: “A mere wild fox Zen from the outside world, how could he be our match?”

The eight elders of the Tingyou Sect, before becoming elders, might have had their own names, but after becoming elders, they were known externally by the red-clothed ghosts they controlled: Black and White Impermanence, Martial and Civil Judges, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Day and Night Wandering Gods, each with their own supernatural methods.

The three-eyed young man who spoke was the ‘Day Wandering God’ among the Day and Night Wandering Gods.

As the name suggests, his witch ghost was the third eye on his forehead, golden in color, resembling a great sun. When opened, it could observe all visible things within the secret realm.

The other ‘Night Wandering God’ was the complete opposite, able to observe all hidden things within the secret realm.

When the two worked together, everything that happened within the Witch Ghost Secret Realm was like observing patterns on the palm for the Tingyou Sect; no matter how powerful, nothing could escape their eyes.

Clearly, the eight elders were vaguely divided into two factions.

White Impermanence and Ox-Head and Horse-Face were one faction, advocating caution and wanting to wait until all eight were present before seeking the person who destroyed the founder’s statue.

Black Impermanence and the Day and Night Wandering Gods were confident, believing that outsiders were nothing special and that they could handle it themselves.

“Junior Brother is too reckless.”

The Great Elder, White Impermanence, shook his head, his smile unchanged: “This matter is not just about the destruction of the founder’s statue, which has caused our sect to lose face.”

“It’s because the person who destroyed the statue is related to a major plan of our sect.”

“You all know that although this place is good, it is ultimately a prison. If we want to live longer and even reach higher realms, we must leave.”

“Oh?”

Black Impermanence’s eyes flickered upon hearing this, but he didn’t believe it and said: “Senior Brother means that person can help us leave this place? Impossible, who can break the Heavenly Sword?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the other elders also showed fearful expressions.

The so-called ‘Heavenly Sword’ naturally referred to the golden core sword energy hanging high above the Witch Ghost Secret Realm, which had long become a nightmare in the hearts of all within the secret realm for a thousand years. No one dared to think of resisting it.

“We can’t break it, but that doesn’t mean no one outside can.”

White Impermanence chuckled: “The founder has long had a plan. As long as we find this person, we can use strength against strength to break that damned Heavenly Sword.”

White Impermanence spoke with conviction, appearing very confident.

Although Black Impermanence and the others still had doubts, since White Impermanence had clearly stated that this was the founder’s plan, they no longer insisted on their own views.

At this moment, two more auras appeared in the hall.

On the empty seats, two still somewhat illusory figures appeared, one holding a pen and book, the other holding a bright mirror, precisely the last two elders.

“The Martial and Civil Judges have also revived!”

White Impermanence laughed heartily upon seeing this: “Good, let the Day and Night Wandering Gods take action. Once the target is locked, Ox-Head and Horse-Face will help us quickly get there.”

The Day and Night Wandering Gods nodded upon hearing this, then both opened their divine eyes.

However, in the next second, they were stunned.

“Junior Brothers?” White Impermanence frowned and said softly: “Could it be that the person who destroyed the founder’s statue is extremely good at hiding, and you can’t find his whereabouts?”

“No.”

The Day and Night Wandering Gods showed an expression of disbelief, then said hesitantly: “He is not hiding elsewhere. He is just outside the City of Unjust Deaths!”

Outside the City of Unjust Deaths, Lü Yang’s true body held the Myriad Spirits Banner, standing with hands behind his back.

How could he allow others to sleep soundly beside his bed? Since he wanted to turn the Witch Ghost Secret Realm into his base, Lü Yang naturally couldn’t allow the existence of the Tingyou Sect.

Moreover, he also wanted to meet the old man of the Witch Ghost Path behind the Tingyou Sect.

“Let’s say hello first.”

With a thought, a circular light appeared behind Lü Yang’s head, clear as a mirror. Using the position of the [Saint Thief], he looked down upon the city from above.

Almost simultaneously, almost all the cultivators of the Tingyou Sect felt a sensation.

However, no one understood what had happened; they only saw the witch ghosts within their bodies suddenly start to riot, emitting indescribable wailing sounds.

In the next second—

“Profound Yin Form-Capturing Grand Art.”

Lü Yang pointed with two fingers and slashed. The circular light that had reflected the entire city quietly shattered, and then a terrifying curse-killing force spread out.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Without any warning, within the City of Unjust Deaths, ordinary people were unaffected, but only cultivators suddenly showed terrified expressions and then clutched their necks.

A crack appeared on their necks.

Immediately after, blood gushed out.

“Thud!”

The sounds of countless heads falling to the ground merged into one, neat and uniform, becoming a thunderous muffled sound that instantly spread throughout the entire city!

In an instant, countless witch ghosts lost the cultivators who restrained them and soared into the sky. However, as if out of control, they swarmed towards Lü Yang outside the city.

Lü Yang opened the Myriad Spirits Banner, swallowing them like a whale drinking water, accepting all comers. In less than an hour, he had collected hundreds or even thousands of witch ghosts!

“Bold madman!!!”

Only then did eight blood-red escape lights rise from the center of the City of Unjust Deaths. Within the lights, the eight elders of the Tingyou Sect were furious.

They didn’t care about the nearly annihilated sect members.

However, Lü Yang’s act of collecting witch ghosts instantly enraged them.

Every witch ghost was crucial to the Tingyou Sect; this was digging up their roots!

White Impermanence stepped forward immediately: “Are you the thief who destroyed our sect’s founder statue?”

Lü Yang ignored White Impermanence’s questioning, merely looking around, seemingly sensing something, then looked towards the towering divine statue within the City of Unjust Deaths.

“So, it’s there.”

In the next second, Lü Yang’s figure disappeared from where he stood.

“What!?”

The eight elders’ expressions changed drastically.

They instinctively looked around and finally saw Lü Yang’s figure sitting cross-legged atop the head of the towering divine statue in the center of the city.

He looked down at the statue with lowered eyes and smiled calmly:

“I have come as invited. Where is the senior?”