135: Chapter 135 Eradicate this demon to protect the people of the Southern Wilderness

Eastern Southern Wilderness, demonic Cultivator, hunting Cultivators, blood sacrifice!

These words combined pointed to an event that Lu Jinghan could not ignore.

In his past life, shortly after he reached the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, an Ancient Demon Lord appeared in the Southern Wilderness.

That demon escaped from the Seal, and in order to restore his cultivation, he carried out massive blood sacrifices in the Southern Wilderness, causing tens of thousands of Cultivators to die unjustly and plunging the Southern Wilderness into misery.

The Seven Great Factions joined hands to surround and suppress him, only succeeding after paying a heavy price.

He would never forget the name of that demon—Venerable Lingyun!

From the early Ancient Era, a Half-Step Immortal who had been sealed for countless years, his cultivation had fallen to rock bottom after breaking the Seal, but he quickly recovered through the art of blood sacrifice.

When Venerable Lingyun appeared in his past life, his cultivation had already recovered to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and it took the Seven Great Factions three full years of encirclement to slay him.

In that battle, one-third of the Cultivators in the Southern Wilderness perished.

Lu Jinghan's expression sank; he remembered clearly that in his past life, Venerable Lingyun only appeared after he had reached the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

That was something that happened thousands of years later, yet in this life, it had happened so much earlier.

He did not know what caused this change, but he knew that if Venerable Lingyun truly appeared early, given his speed of blood sacrifice, the Southern Wilderness would face an unprecedented catastrophe.

Lu Jinghan nodded at the three of them and turned, walking quickly toward the Main Peak.

The three new Disciples stood where they were, watching his retreating figure and looking at each other in dismay.

"Is Senior Brother going down the mountain to eliminate demons?"

"Probably. Senior Brother's strength is even higher than Ao Qin's. If he takes action, those demonic Cultivators will certainly be no match for him."

"But Senior Brother's expression just now didn't look very good. Could something have happened?"

"Who knows? I hope those demonic Cultivators aren't too rampant, otherwise, if they anger Senior Brother, they'll be in for a world of hurt."

On the summit of the Main Peak, under the enlightenment tree.

Golden light flowed, dao rhyme permeated the air, and it seemed as if the entire world had solidified into eternity here.

Lu Jinghan stood still under the tree, looked up at the white-clothed figure sitting cross-legged in the Void Realm, and stopped his steps.

Revered Master was currently in meditation, and he could feel that state of unity with heaven and earth, resonating with the Dao; it was the moment Cultivators most avoided being interrupted.

In his past life, he had seen many Cultivators interrupted by external forces at critical moments of enlightenment; at best, their cultivation would regress, and at worst, they would suffer from Qi Deviation. He dared not take that risk.

Lu Jinghan was silent for a moment, bowed deeply, paid his respects in silence, and then turned, rushing toward the immortal peak where Qingxuan was located.

Qingxuan's immortal peak was located on the west side of the Main Peak and was one of the highest immortal peaks in the Kunlun Small World.

On the peak, there was a simple Taoist temple. The temple was not large, but it exuded a sense of simplicity and vicissitudes accumulated over time.

In front of the temple was a stone platform carved with profound runes; this was where Qingxuan usually meditated on Daoist techniques.

At this moment, Qingxuan was not the only one on the stone platform.

Elder Cangwu and Cang Song were also there. The three stood side by side, their gazes fixed on the sky in the east shrouded by clouds and mist, as if they were sensing something.

When Lu Jinghan landed in front of the stone platform, the three of them turned around at the same time.

"Disciple Jinghan pays respects to the three Elders." Lu Jinghan bowed.

Qingxuan nodded slightly, his gaze landing on him, those deep eyes seeming to see through everything: "What is it?"

Lu Jinghan straightened up, his voice steady but carrying a hint of urgency: "Three Elders, a demonic Cultivator has appeared in the Eastern Southern Wilderness. Disciple suspects that it is Venerable Lingyun, a Half-Step Immortal sealed since the Ancient Era."

Elder Cangwu's brows lifted slightly, a flash of sharp light appeared in Cang Song's eyes, but Qingxuan remained calm, as if he had known he would come.

"Venerable Lingyun?" Qingxuan murmured the name.

Lu Jinghan continued: "This demon is using blood sacrifice to restore his cultivation. If left unchecked, the Southern Wilderness will definitely be plunged into misery."

"Disciple originally wanted to ask Revered Master to take action, but Revered Master is at a critical moment of enlightenment, and Disciple dared not disturb him. I implore the three Elders to take action, exterminate this demon, and protect the common people of the Southern Wilderness."

After pondering for a moment, Qingxuan said calmly: "Since that is the case, then let us make a trip."

He waved his hand, and a streak of green light flew out from his sleeve, transforming in the Void Realm into a long sword that was entirely cyan-green, hovering before the four of them.

The long sword was unsheathed, its body covered with profound runes, and the faint sound of a Dragon's roar emanated from the sword, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly.

"Let's go."

Qingxuan stepped onto the cyan-green long sword, and Lu Jinghan leaped onto the sword, standing behind Qingxuan.

Elder Cangwu and Cang Song also stepped onto their respective Magical Artifacts, and three streaks of light shot up from Qingxuan's immortal peak, passing through the barrier of the Kunlun Small World and shooting toward the east.

The Ten Thousand Mountains sped past beneath their feet; desolate peaks, dried-up valleys, sparse forests—everything retreated like a revolving lantern.

Lu Jinghan stood behind Qingxuan, his gaze fixed on the approaching mountain range in the east, complex emotions surging in his heart.

In his past life, when Venerable Lingyun appeared, he happened to have entered a Secret Realm in the Northern Territory and did not participate in the encirclement and killing.

In this life, it is different; he has Revered Master, he has Kunlun, and he has all the Elders.

No matter how strong Venerable Lingyun is, he is just a Half-Step Immortal whose cultivation has not yet recovered. In front of Qingxuan, Elder Cangwu, and Cang Song, he cannot stir up any trouble.

But Lu Jinghan still had a hint of unease in his heart.

He remembered the cunning of Venerable Lingyun in his past life, remembered how that Devil Head escaped the encirclement of the Seven Great Factions several times, and came back again and again.

That was not a Devil Head who only knew brute force, but an old fox who had lived for countless years and experienced countless life-and-death struggles.

"Elder." Lu Jinghan spoke suddenly, his voice somewhat scattered by the high-speed wind.

"Speak." Qingxuan did not turn his head.

"Venerable Lingyun is extremely cunning. In my past life, when the Seven Great Factions surrounded and attacked him, he escaped from the encirclement several times. Disciple is worried that if he senses the aura of the three Elders, he will flee in advance."

Qingxuan smiled slightly, his tone indifferent: "Flee? Where could he possibly flee?"

He paused, his gaze fixed on the distant mountain range shrouded in twilight, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "He cannot escape."

Lu Jinghan was slightly stunned, then felt relieved.

That's right, he had almost forgotten that Kunlun had Revered Master guarding it, possessing means beyond his imagination.

No matter how cunning Venerable Lingyun is, he is just an Ancient Demon Lord who has been trapped for countless years. In front of Kunlun, he cannot stir up any trouble.

Four streaks of light tore across the sky, their speed so fast that it seemed as if even time was flowing backward beneath their feet.

The land of the Southern Wilderness sped past beneath their feet; mountains and rivers turned into blurry lines, and the desolation of the Ten Thousand Mountains was gradually left behind, replaced by the rolling mountain ranges of the east.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi in the air was obviously dropping, from the Immortal Spiritual Qi of Kunlun that was so dense it almost condensed into substance, to the desolate Qi that was so thin it was almost imperceptible.

But at the same time, a faint smell of blood began to permeate the air, becoming thicker and clearer.