"Heh, an ignorant fool who doesn’t know life from death."
Wei Shu let out a cold laugh, assuming that Chen Ye was afraid of his revenge and thus wanted to escape alone.
He watched the glowing dot with interest, as if he could see the despair on Chen Ye’s face.
Unfortunately for him, with the Mother Pearl in hand, no matter where he fled, Chen Ye could never escape Wei Shu’s grasp!
A moment later, that glowing dot, just like other Sinful Cultivators, flickered twice after moving deeper into the swamp, then completely extinguished.
Dead?
Wei Shu was momentarily stunned, his brow furrowed slightly.
Chen Ye was different from the other cultivators, as the Spirit Lock Nail on him was specially restricted by himself.
This indeed meant that Chen Ye could easily perish in the Cave Heaven Secret Realm...
But from what he saw, Chen Ye was a man of extraordinary courage and would not so easily die.
Doubt began to creep into Wei Shu’s heart, but seeing the other cultivators’ gazes, he forced himself to remain calm and loudly laughed to those around him:
"Everyone, it seems the Blood Reeds ahead have been fed. It’s time for us to move forward as well."
After speaking, he was the first to lead the Inner Sect disciples of Lingyin Sect into the wailing swamp that had just swallowed up more than a dozen lives.
Behind him, cultivators from other factions also entered in a steady stream.
However, these cultivators, upon entering the Grotto Heaven, each chose a direction and quickly departed.
"Guardian Wei, should we send people to keep an eye on the two sects, Medicine King and Myriad Puppets?"
Zhao Yin asked in a low voice.
Lingyin Sect had a grudge against these two sects, and with the advantage of territory, many family cultivators of Lingyin Sect were stronger than these two sects.
"Why keep an eye on them? Fellow Daoist Jian from Refining God Sect is also in the Grotto Heaven, if any action is taken, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to Refining God Sect?"
Wei Shu snorted coldly, feeling quite poor towards these disciples.
"But... the Grotto Heaven is vast, how would Fellow Daoist Jian even know? Moreover, these two sects seem to have other channels and have mastered some secrets; they went directly after entering the Grotto Heaven. If we miss out..."
Zhao Yin was unwilling and continued to persuade.
But his attitude immediately irritated Wei Shu, who waved his sleeve and said, "Are you the Guardian or am I the Guardian? You’re just a collateral disciple of the Zhao Family, do you really think you can lord over me?"
With that said, Wei Shu strode away, beginning to organize the Wei Family cultivators.
"Damn it! Senior Brother Zhao, this Wei Shu has no intention of the sect’s grand plan. Coming to the Grotto Heaven is probably just to seek benefits for his Wei Family!"
A disciple complained in a low voice, feeling displeased.
Zhao Yin also sighed. Although joining the sect meant severing ties with past families,
it’s easier said than done to disregard blood relations?
Not just the Wei Family, even the Bai and Zhao Families are similar. While they are not called families openly, their sense of family is deeply ingrained in their hearts.
"There’s no helping it... This is only the second organization of the Grotto Heaven. Few Foundation Establishment cultivators in the sect volunteered. Since Wei Shu volunteered, the sect couldn’t bother avoiding suspicion."
Zhao Yin shook his head, although the ancestor of the Xu Family came, they just wanted to die.
And Jian Gu from the Refining God Sect was a bitter cultivator, not afraid of death...
Although some from the Bai Family wanted to find True Inheritor Bai, they were stopped by the Second Elder.
Because the Bai Family’s Bai Susu had a flourishing life flame, temporarily without life worries.
Given this situation, there’s no urgency; they planned to start a large-scale exploration of the Grotto Heaven next time.
"Strange... Why is the Second Elder so unhurried when True Inheritor Bai is his direct descendant?" Zhao Yin was puzzled.
Soon, the cultivators scattered.
Only the Sword Cultivator of the Refining God Sect stood alone and silently walked into a patch of muddy ground.
"Such pure vitality power..."
He murmured to himself, his eyes showing a strange color,
"Among the group of cultivators just now, there’s actually someone with such a presence? Could it be a cultivator from the Emotion Crossing Sect?"
He maintained an expressionless facade, but he had already noted this incident in his mind.
Soon after, he identified a direction, his figure flickered, and he disappeared into the vast white fog.