Cultivation Begins with Daily Intelligence Reports

218: The group gatheredLin Jingyu’s thoughts raced, but he did not immediately make his suspicions public. After all, the current threat from the Demonic Cult was very real, and it was best if everyone could unite against a common enemy.

But at the same time, a faint sense of anticipation and reliance flickered deep within him: ’Fortunately, I have the Intelligence Panel in hand, which allows me to glimpse the past and future heavenly secrets daily.

Perhaps soon, I’ll be able to obtain more accurate information about the Netherworld Saint Cult and its true purpose, and then I can adapt accordingly.’

Icy blue light flickered in Feng Xixi’s eyes, and a biting chill emanated from her, as if the surrounding temperature had dropped by several degrees.

She instantly made a decision, her voice clear and firm, reaching everyone’s ears:

”The situation is critical. Regardless of whether the Demonic Cult’s plot is true or false, we absolutely cannot stand idly by! We must stop them! The Yin Sha Qi here is dense; this is not a place to linger.

We must immediately gather all personnel and rush to the core area. At all costs, we must find and destroy that altar; we absolutely cannot let them succeed!”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Xu Li, whose aura was still weak, and Xu Shousheng, who had woken up but was also seriously injured.

Her tone softened slightly, carrying an undeniable command: ”However, the enemy’s situation is unclear. A rash assault might lead us into an ambush.

The most urgent task is to first rendezvous with other teams, pool our wisdom, clarify the situation, and then devise a good plan.”

Lin Jingyu nodded in agreement, expressing his deep approval, and said:

”Shopkeeper Feng is absolutely right. The Demonic Cult is powerful and holds a geographical advantage, understanding the Secret Realm far better than us. We need to plan carefully and act only after thorough deliberation to achieve our goal with the smallest cost.”

His voice was steady, carrying a composure beyond his years, which somewhat calmed the anxious people around him.

Feng Xixi no longer delayed. With a flip of her jade hand, a specially crafted communication jade Talisman with intricate cloud patterns appeared in her palm.

Her fingertip emitted a trace of spiritual power, and the jade Talisman immediately lit up with a soft, steady glow. She quickly transformed the alarming news of the Demonic Cult’s true inheritor appearing at the altar and the urgent command to gather into a clear Divine Sense, injecting it into the jade Talisman.

”Shui Sheng, Zhao Mang... Fellow Daoists, gather quickly! There’s a shocking turn of events, it’s extremely urgent!” She murmured, and the jade Talisman flashed, the message already sent.

Afterward, no one dared to linger in this dangerous place.

With Feng Xixi and Gu Yue protecting the injured from front to back, the team maintained a vigilant formation and swiftly left this unsettling rocky beach, heading rapidly towards the agreed rendezvous point.

Along the way, the Secret Realm appeared even more perilous and bizarre.

The already gray sky seemed to press even lower, heavy and suffocating. The cracks on the ground became more pronounced, with faint black Qi occasionally seeping out from them.

Pale bones were scattered everywhere, in various forms, some human-shaped, others from giant beasts, piled up silently narrating the history of cruelty and death in this place.

Even more unsettling was that the originally aimlessly wandering white bone Shadow Skeletons seemed to become more ”active.”

They even began to gather in small groups, the soul fires in their eye sockets flickering, as if summoned by something.

”Everyone be careful, these ghostly things seem to be increasing!” a Cultivator responsible for vigilance in the team whispered, tightly gripping a Talisman shimmering with lightning.

Especially when everyone saw the giant bone beasts, over two zhang tall, from a distance, they had to be extra cautious.

These massive monsters had bones that glowed with a dull metallic luster, as if forged through countless trials. Their eye sockets burned with eerie blue or emerald green soul fires, and the aura they exuded was comparable to human Qi Perfection Cultivators.

They felt no pain and knew no fear, acting purely on an instinct to destroy all life. They were fearless in death, possessing immense strength, and each step they took caused the ground to tremble slightly, making them extremely troublesome.

”Go around them, don’t get entangled in battle!”

Feng Xixi decisively ordered, her Divine Sense constantly covering the surrounding area, allowing them to preemptively avoid several potential conflicts.

Not wishing to get overly entangled and waste precious spiritual energy, most chose to cautiously detour. This undoubtedly slowed their progress.

It also cast a thicker shadow over everyone’s hearts, making them even more wary of the legendary ”Soul Burial Mountain.”

After a careful journey, everyone finally reached the agreed rendezvous point. However, the process of gathering was not smooth.

The other three teams had clearly encountered significant trouble as well.

When they successively arrived at the designated valley according to the instructions, each of them was wounded, their robes torn, and their expressions utterly exhausted.

Their spiritual energy fluctuations were also chaotic and unstable, clearly having endured a series of fierce battles along the way.

Although they had not encountered the main force of the Demonic Cult, they had been frantically besieged by far more Shadow Skeletons than expected and some Yao Beasts deeply corrupted by Devilish Qi and mutated, resulting in immense consumption.

”Shopkeeper Feng! You’ve finally arrived!”

Captain Zhao Mang was at the forefront. His exposed arms bore several new, deep bone-deep wounds that were still bleeding, but he paid them no mind. His voice was still booming, though tinged with fatigue.

”Damn it, these ghostly things along the way are endless. The closer we get here, the more there are, like flies drawn to blood!”

The Cultivator surnamed Xia looked a bit pale, clearly having over-expended his spiritual energy. He gasped and said:

”Fellow Daoist Feng, the situation seems very bad. The movements of these Shadow Skeletons... seem to be more organized, not as scattered as before.”

Shopkeeper Shui Sheng was relatively calmer, but her beautiful hair was a bit disheveled. Her lovely eyes held worry: ”Fellow Daoist Feng, what exactly happened? The jade Talisman message was so urgent?”

When Feng Xixi briefly relayed the terrifying news brought by Xu Li: the Netherworld Saint Cult, the Seventh True Inheritor Standing for Fierce Blood Sun, the Myriad Soul Altar, summoning a Demonic Ancestor Divided Soul, and recreating a Demonic Earth.

After informing everyone, even Captain Zhao Mang, who was usually fearless and reckless, instantly had a face so grim it could drip water. His bell-like eyes widened, and he was speechless for a long time.

”Netherworld Saint Cult? Grandma’s, that name sounds utterly sinister!”

Zhao Mang finally spat, said fiercely, and clenched his fists, making them crackle:

”Shopkeeper Feng, no more talk, just tell us what to do! I’ll risk my old bones today; I’ll smash that damned altar to pieces and absolutely not let these demonic brats succeed!

Recreating a Demonic Earth? To hell with that!”

Vice President Gu Yue stroked his snow-white long beard, his face filled with deep worry, and even his voice was a bit hoarse:

”Summoning an ancient Devil Head Divided Soul... recreating a Demonic Earth... such methods are simply unheard of, terrifying to hear!

There are indeed scattered records in ancient texts. Once a Demonic Earth forms, a territory of ten thousand li will turn into a dead land, with countless lives perishing!

But regardless of its truth, to accomplish such a Heaven-Defying feat, it must require an extremely vast amount of energy and souls as catalysts.

The Demonic Cult has been entrenched here for a long time, so their preparations must be extremely thorough. If we rashly launch a strong attack, not only might we fail, but we might also play right into their hands and become another batch of sacrifices for that altar.”

His analysis cast another layer of shadow over everyone’s newly risen fighting spirit.