Chapter 44

At this moment, inside the crypt of the Mountain Support Sect, in the secluded chamber of the Mountain Support Ancestor, the ancestor had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, revealing a疯狂之意. He was unwilling to accept the failure of his plan. Seeing everyone about to leave, he feared that from then on, this remote place would be deserted, and no one would return. Grief welled up in his heart. Moreover, seeing the cultivators of the Cold Gold Sect about to attack the only remaining inner sect disciple, he became even more enraged. Without hesitation, he used his remaining cultivation to unleash a thunderous roar that seemed to split the heavens.

The sound shook the heavens, stirring up a storm that swept in all directions, uprooting countless trees on the surrounding barren mountains of the Mountain Support Sect. In that instant, the entire world seemed to be swept by a hurricane connecting the heavens, with a large number of trees being crushed, turning the hurricane into a greenish-black color. Lightning roared, and the faces of the powerful figures from the Zhao Kingdom in the air changed dramatically, showing signs of shock.

Even Zhou Yanyun of the Sword Sect, who was carrying the unconscious Chen Fan, had his eyes widen sharply. He immediately retreated, his feet on a large sword that hummed, and countless sword lights appeared around him.

The middle-aged beauty of the Green Silk Sect also had her face change rapidly at this moment. Without hesitation, she tapped the compass on her body, causing it to expand with a bang, growing more than twice its size.

As for Zhao Shanling of the Cold Gold Sect, he drew a breath, rapidly retreated, and raised his right hand to form a seal. Immediately, a golden sword flew out behind him, and a golden light enveloped his body, making him look like a heavenly general.

The three of them faced a formidable enemy, staring intently at the Mountain Support Sect.

At this moment, on the Eastern Peak, Meng Hao watched the scene unfold. The thunderous roar deafened him, and the greenish-black hurricane in the sky, like the wrath of heaven, made it difficult for him to breathe. He opened his eyes wide and kept retreating, his clothes flapping in the wind. If he hadn't grabbed a large rock, his body would have been blown away. However, his eyes were bright, and the words of the Mountain Support Ancestor reminded him of the opening words he had seen when he first came to the Mountain Support Sect.

He Luohua and Elder Ouyang, their faces also changed dramatically. This scene was too sudden, leaving them mentally shaken, as if their cultivation was about to collapse under the storm.

"I must let them know that I, the Ancestor, am still here, and I cannot let them harm this Meng boy. He is the only remaining inner sect disciple, and if he is killed, my hope will be gone!!" In the crypt, the Mountain Support Ancestor gritted his teeth, roared, and raised his right hand to strike his forehead. His whole body trembled, and he spat out blood, but he did not stop. He struck himself again, and more blood spurted out, causing his body to curl back.

His eyes showed a fierce look, and he struck his forehead seven or eight times in succession, each time spitting out blood. The blood instantly coalesced and rushed toward the stone wall in front of him. Amidst the thunderous roar, the blood, after using up most of it, finally managed to break through.

After doing this, the Mountain Support Ancestor's head tilted, and he fell to the ground, unconscious, his consciousness entering a state of apparent death, with only a thread of divine consciousness remaining in his essence blood.

At the same time, this essence blood broke through the secluded chamber, directly penetrating the crypt, and rapidly spread. In an instant, under the stunned gazes of everyone in the sky, the entire Mountain Support Sect was enveloped in a rolling red mist. The thunderous sound was deafening, and the red mist continued to expand, covering a vast area of several million miles, making the place look like a sea of red mist from a distance!

The mist rolled and roared, directly shocking all the cultivators in the sky, causing their faces to change completely. Even Zhou Yanyun and the others were stunned at this moment.

Inside the red mist, all the outer sect disciples of the Mountain Support Sect fell unconscious. They were not injured, but the sect leader He Luohua and Elder Ouyang were directly pushed out of the red mist, their faces pale and stunned as they watched everything from the air.

The mist continued to roll, and the thunderous sound made it seem as if the world was filled with only the roar. The earth was like a sea, and the sky lost its color. Then, the mist suddenly swirled, and a huge face appeared within it!

The size of this face was so large that anyone who saw it was instantly overwhelmed by fear.

It was clear that it was an old man, a man who exuded supreme authority and majesty. His eyes were closed, but when his image appeared before He Luohua and Elder Ouyang, their minds were instantly struck, and they immediately recognized him as the Mountain Support Ancestor!

"Ancestor..." Ouyang's eyes widened, and his expression became excited.

"Mountain Support... Ancestor!!"

"He... He is actually still alive!!" The cultivators from the Zhao Kingdom in the sky all cried out in shock, quickly retreating, their minds trembling.

At this moment, the huge face formed by the red mist, the closed eyes of the Mountain Support Ancestor, suddenly opened a slit. Just this slit unleashed a world-shattering red light that made the sky roar as if it were about to shatter.

This glance at the sky turned it red, reflecting the red light in the eyes of the face, spreading in all directions. The greenish-black hurricane shattered and fell into the red mist, creating a scene that looked like the Mountain Support Ancestor's black hair being blown by the wind.

This glance at Zhou Yanyun made his face pale, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, retreating several steps. The large sword under his feet suddenly shattered, leaving only a broken blade. His eyes showed intense fear, and his mind roared. Despite being at the initial stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he felt his Nascent Soul wither under this gaze. In a state of fear, he quickly retreated, taking out a blue talisman and burning it to cover his body, carrying the unconscious Chen Fan and quickly fleeing. A voice roared in his heart, telling him that the other party was not a Nascent Soul, but a powerful being who had severed the spirit!

This glance at the middle-aged beauty of the Green Silk Sect caused the compass under her to crack and shatter, making her eyes show fear for the first time. She spat out blood and, without hesitation, carried the unconscious Xu Qing and retreated, with only one thought in her mind: to escape.

This glance at Zhao Shanling made the large man's body feel as if it had been hit by a mountain. He kept retreating, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood. The golden flying sword in front of him shattered, and his face turned pale. He turned and tore open a rift to escape.

This glance at the cultivators from the Zhao Kingdom made them all spit out blood. The Foundation Establishment cultivators' internal qi reversed, damaging their lifespan, and their faces turned pale.

Meng Hao, on the top of the Eastern Peak, was surrounded by red mist, which rose to his waist. His face was pale, and he clung tightly to the large rock. To the others, Meng Hao's position was right at the center of the Mountain Support Ancestor's brow.

"Forcing the Mountain Support Sect to dissolve and trying to kill the last remaining inner sect disciple, you have great audacity!" A沧桑的声音 suddenly roared from the Mountain Support Ancestor's mouth, spreading in all directions. As he spoke, three red beams of light shot out, heading towards Zhou Yanyun, the beauty, and the large man from the Cold Gold Sect.

"I am the current guardian elder of the Sword Sect. If you kill me, the Sword Sect will surely come to destroy you!"

"Ancestor, please calm down. I am a disciple of the Green Silk Sect. My ancestor, Ping San Dao, is a close friend of the Ancestor!"

"I admit my mistake. Please, Ancestor, do not be angry."

As the three different voices spoke, they were about to be caught by the red beams. A cold snort came from the Mountain Support Ancestor.

"You three, get out of here. Go back and ask your sect elders. Have they forgotten the blood pact of the past? The Zhao Kingdom is my territory. If you dare to step into the Zhao Kingdom again, do not blame me for taking action. As for those three disciples, you can take them away, because I do not want them." As the Mountain Support Ancestor's voice roared, the three red beams dissipated, and the three of them, with pale faces, quickly fled, disappearing into the starry sky.

This scene left the cultivators from the Zhao Kingdom trembling in fear, their faces pale. Even the Nascent Soul cultivators were affected, and they, who were mostly at the Core Formation stage, were now extremely frightened.

The legend of the Mountain Support Ancestor from a thousand years ago reappeared in their minds from the records of their respective sects.

As the majestic voice echoed, the mist below suddenly rolled and swirled, converging around Meng Hao, forming a long spear in front of him.

This spear was not red but had a mix of white, silver, and golden light, with intricate inscriptions, making it look extraordinary.

"Since the Mountain Support Sect has dissolved, so be it. But this boy is the last remaining inner sect disciple. If anyone dares to harm him, Meng Hao, use this spear to kill them... Now, get out of here!" The Mountain Support Ancestor's voice echoed in the heavens, making the cultivators from the Zhao Kingdom quickly retreat. However, the Ancestor's voice seemed slightly weaker, though not very noticeable, but if one paid attention, they would realize it later.

At this moment, even the outer sect disciples of the Mountain Support Sect, who were unconscious, flew up and were scattered in all directions. A blood-colored light barrier enveloped the Mountain Support Sect, making it hazy and unclear to outsiders, leaving only Meng Hao inside.

He Luohua and Ouyang watched this scene in shock. Gradually, He Luohua's face showed shame, and he bowed deeply towards the blood-colored light barrier, sighing and turning to leave.

Ouyang remained silent, finding and sending the outer sect disciples out of the barren mountains. He looked at the Mountain Support Sect from a distance, sighed, and turned to leave.

Both He Luohua and Ouyang understood that since the Ancestor had said the Mountain Support Sect was dissolved, it was truly gone.

Inside the blood-colored light barrier, Meng Hao was excited, looking at the long spear with white, silver, and golden light. Just as he was about to pick it up, the spear suddenly exploded, turning into mist that coalesced into a red-robed old man, the Mountain Support Ancestor, exuding supreme authority.

"Disciple Meng Hao pays respects to the Ancestor. The Ancestor's power is awe-inspiring, spreading throughout the Southern Domain. Since I joined the sect, I have always admired you, bowing to the opening words of the Ancestor's scroll every day, and I always gain insights, Ancestor..." Meng Hao quickly clasped his hands and bowed deeply, speaking fluently without hesitation.

"Stop, stop, stop. At your age, you should not be learning to flatter. Let me tell you, when I was your age, I could say these words more smoothly and naturally than you. Don't try to use this on me." The Mountain Support Ancestor glared, but he was secretly pleased.

Meng Hao looked at the Mountain Support Ancestor and smiled awkwardly.

"Even if you flatter me, it won't help. I... let's not talk about it. Listen carefully. I am just a wisp of divine consciousness. I barely managed to scare away those three damned Nascent Soul cultivators. I am about to dissipate. My main body will sleep for a year. No matter what, you must find a way to bring all the cultivators from the Zhao Kingdom who are at the Foundation Establishment stage or higher to the Ancestor's secluded place in a year. If you do this, the Ancestor will greatly reward you!" As the Mountain Support Ancestor spoke, his body began to dissipate, his face showing urgency as he pointed at Meng Hao with his right hand.

Immediately, a thread of information entered Meng Hao's mind, explaining how to open the entrance to the secluded place from the outside.

"Boy, you are the last remaining inner sect disciple of the Mountain Support Sect. Don't die. If you die, the Ancestor will have to accompany you... I... I hate it..." The Mountain Support Ancestor's voice echoed, and his body dissipated, disappearing.

Meng Hao stood there for a while, then realized that everything that had happened outside was just the Mountain Support Ancestor scaring everyone.

"No wonder he didn't kill those three... But, what about the spear he gave me?"

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