UGB Chapter 1732 Mysterious Organization, Rumors Galore!
Chapter 1732 Mysterious Organization, Rumors Galore!
"Can!"
The withered and withered patriarch of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect was the first to nod.
"I second that!" said the Heaven-Splitting Sword of the Fusion Immortal Sect, his voice ringing out.
“Good.” The Primordial Soul Palace Master Hunji’s words were concise and to the point.
"...Seconded." Xuanjian Half-Venerable remained silent for a moment before slowly uttering two words.
A fragile consensus was barely reached in the face of a massive crisis.
Then,
The atmosphere inside the hall suddenly changed.
The previous heaviness and unease were replaced by a more realistic and naked calculation of interests.
Representatives from the three major factions—Immortals, Demons, and Zhenhai—began a fierce and cautious debate, focusing on details such as how to unite, allocate resources, share intelligence, divide spheres of influence, and protect their respective core interests in the event of potential turmoil.
Meanwhile, deep within the Demon Alliance's seas, beneath a deserted island.
Deep in the earth!
A dark stone palace built of ancient megaliths, standing since time immemorial.
The hall was dimly lit, with only a few eerie green spirit lamps flickering and illuminating the mottled and strange murals on the stone walls.
The air was cold and stagnant, filled with the musty smell of time and decay...
A chilling, sinister power.
In the center of the hall sat dozens of figures. They were all dressed in wide black robes, their faces concealed by hoods or strange masks, their auras obscure and difficult to discern, like ghosts blending into the shadows.
The oppressive aura emanating from each of the black-robed figures was enough to terrify ordinary cultivators.
At the head of the main hall, several figures sat on thrones carved from single blocks of obsidian.
Their aura was deeper and more restrained, like lurking abyssal beasts. Although they did not reveal their fangs, the sense of danger they exuded far surpassed that of the black-robed men below.
The deathly silence was broken.
From the throne at the head of the table, a figure wearing a black metal mask emitted a hoarse sound like sandpaper rubbing together:
"Has the news... been confirmed?"
Below, a man in black robes bowed slightly, his voice equally deep:
"Reporting to Your Excellency, it has been confirmed."
Within the forbidden area of the Blood Fiend Sect, the Blood River Demon Lord made several attempts to contact the Blood Sea Demon Lord, but all to no avail.
None of the core elders within their sect were able to contact the Demon Lord.
Beneath the metal mask, a barely audible hum seemed to come from.
Immediately afterwards, another figure on the throne spoke, their voice ethereal and seemingly emanating from the depths of hell:
"What about the Guiyuan Immortal Sect?"
Another man in black robes immediately responded:
"According to inside intelligence, the Daoyuan Hall of the Guiyuan Immortal Sect has been sealed off for several days."
Before leaving, the old man Xuanjian tried to activate the secret array inside the hall several times, but there was no response.
Furthermore, the Zhenhai Alliance recently sent the highest-level "Zhenhai Golden Talisman" to the Guiyuan Immortal Sect, which was personally delivered by the Zhenhai Alliance's vice leader.
"From the Wanxian Sect, an envoy from the Zhenhai Alliance also visited with a golden talisman, and the withered old ghost then left the sect."
"The Immortal Fusion Sect..."
"Primordial Soul Palace..."
As intelligence reports converged, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, they gradually pieced together an unsettling picture.
A brief silence fell over the hall, broken only by the faint crackling sound of the burning soul lamps.
"What do you all think?" A voice with a metallic echo rang out, coming from another man in black robes at the head of the table.
"Those old monsters... have all disappeared?"
This is far too suspicious!
A sinister voice rang out.
"The Divine Transformation Venerable is at the pinnacle of this realm, possessing boundless magical power."
"The possibility of them all perishing... is extremely slim," another, more composed voice analyzed.
"More likely... they're trapped in some desperate situation."
Or... are they vying for some earth-shattering opportunity, and have no time for anything else?
"Trapped?" someone interjected, a hint of excitement in their voice.
"Could it be... Lei Yuan?"
"Lei Yuan..."
The moment that word was uttered, the atmosphere in the hall froze slightly.
The Thunder Abyss Forbidden Land is infamous for its ferocity; legend has it that even Nascent Soul cultivators who venture into it face a near-certain death.
If they were truly trapped there, it would make sense.
"Regardless of the reason, we should not act rashly before receiving definitive intelligence." The steady voice rang out again.
"If we act rashly and provoke those old monsters to return, their wrath will surely destroy our sect, or even... bring about its annihilation!"
"good!
It's better to stay still than to act!
Let them create chaos first!
Time... is on our side.
"If you wait patiently, the fox's tail will eventually be revealed."
"Exactly!
We remain hidden in the shadows; as long as we don't actively reveal ourselves, even if those top sects become aware of us...
They'll only be focused on each other, with no time to investigate us.
"snort,
These so-called top powers have occupied the blessed lands of spiritual mountains and monopolized rare and precious materials, which has long aroused resentment from countless sects!
We're not the only ones who are dissatisfied!
"However... we must also be wary of them using this opportunity to purge dissidents and suppress our forces."
"No problem!
I have been biding my time for thirteen hundred years, so what difference will a decade or a century make?
Let them do whatever they want!
"..."
The gazes of the black-robed figures at the head of the table met silently in the darkness.
After a while,
The person in the center spoke slowly, their voice carrying an air of authoritative control:
What you all say is very true.
The best course of action is to wait and see how things develop.
However, observing silently is not inaction.
He paused, the shadow beneath his hood seemingly sweeping across the entire room:
The purpose of the meeting in Zhenhai City is obvious—
They simply wanted to stabilize the situation and maintain their crumbling order.
How could we let them have their way?
"That's right!" someone immediately echoed, their voice tinged with malice.
"It's better to be in chaos!"
The muddier the water, the better our chances of catching fish!
It can also deplete the resources of these top sects.
"Then...let the 'wind' out." Another voice said with a seductive smile.
"Let those forces that have been oppressed for a long time and have nowhere else to turn go and test the mettle of these top sects for us!"
Let's see if their claws are still as sharp as before!
"Hahaha!
Excellent!
Those guys are used to being domineering, and now that they've suddenly lost their backers, how can they possibly swallow their anger?
If they remain tough, it means they still have confidence.
If they start to restrain themselves...
"Hehe, something really big has probably happened deep in the Forbidden Sea!"
"..."
A low, calculating laugh echoed in the dimly lit stone hall.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed like sand slipping through my fingers.
Over the past six months, the cultivation world has appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, it has been turbulent beneath the surface.
A rumor about the Forbidden Sea, like a plague, spread silently and unnoticed to every corner of the Endless Sea at a chilling speed.
From the three most prosperous holy cities to the small, spiritually barren border towns, cultivators whispered amongst themselves, their eyes darting around, and an indescribable sense of oppression and unease filled the air.
On the edge of the endless sea lies a small fairy city called "Wangchao".
Although this place is located on the frontier, it is close to the Endless Sea, and cultivators often go out to sea to hunt demons or seek opportunities, making it quite lively.
An ordinary teahouse in the city called "Tingtao Pavilion" was bustling with people at this moment in the afternoon.
The delicate fragrance of the spiritual tea, mixed with the salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze, wafted through the slightly noisy hall.
Two junior monks sat facing each other at an inconspicuous tea table by the window.
A middle-aged Taoist priest in a blue robe, his face thin and his eyes showing a hint of shrewdness and worldliness, was dressed in a faded blue robe.
Opposite him sat a burly, muscular man in a tight-fitting outfit, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a calm demeanor.
The green-robed cultivator picked up the rough porcelain teacup, sipped the slightly bland spiritual tea, and his eyes swept across the entire hall with the sharpness of a hawk.
His gaze swept around, making sure no one was paying special attention to their corner.
Even the monks at the neighboring tables were either engaged in lively discussions or closing their eyes to rest...
He then put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, and said in an almost inaudible voice with a hint of mystery:
"Fellow Daoist, have you... heard about the recent rumors?"
The burly man in his tight-fitting clothes was about to drink his tea when he heard this, and a look of doubt appeared on his rugged face.
He looked up at his friend, and years of tacit understanding allowed him to instantly detect the caution deep in the other's eyes...
A hint of barely concealed excitement.
As a long-time friend, he knew that this fellow Daoist in green robes was always well-informed but also very discreet. What could make him speak so cautiously was no ordinary matter.
"Oh?"
The burly man in the tight-fitting clothes put down his teacup, his large, fan-like hands unconsciously stroking the table, his voice unconsciously lowered to a whisper.
"What is so mysterious?"
Could it be that some fairy has gotten into another romantic escapade, or that an elder from some major sect has acquired some extraordinary treasure?
He said it half-jokingly, but secretly he was thinking:
For an old friend to take this so seriously, it must be more than just a piece of gossip.
However, if it truly involves core secrets or matters that could overturn the established order, given their status as Foundation Establishment cultivators, they probably wouldn't even be qualified to know.
Let alone discussing it in such a mixed and chaotic teahouse.
It's estimated that most of them are secrets and anecdotes involving high-level officials, and their authenticity is hard to verify. It's fine to listen to them, but spreading them out could cause trouble.
as predicted.
The green-robed cultivator did not answer immediately, but instead looked around warily once again.
He even listened intently to the surrounding sounds, and only after confirming it was safe did he lean closer, almost touching the burly man's ear, and whispered:
"The Forbidden Sea...you must know about it, right?"
The burly man in the tight-fitting clothes frowned slightly, nodded, and responded in an equally low voice:
"Naturally, I know."
That earth-shattering battle was said to have caused the sky to darken and countless powerful beings to perish.
Didn't a large number of predecessors return in triumph later?
The spectacle was truly breathtaking, with rays of light and auspicious clouds stretching as far as the eye could see. The entire cultivation world was shaken for quite some time.
Such a grand event... how could I, an old man, possibly forget it?
He almost blurted out "this old man," but then remembered that he had not yet formed his core, so he quickly corrected himself.
"Could it be... that the news you mentioned is related to the Forbidden Sea?" The burly man in tight-fitting clothes asked, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.
The green-robed cultivator nodded vigorously, his face bearing a "you guessed right" expression. His voice grew lower and deeper, carrying an indescribable solemnity:
"good!
It is related to this matter!
But… fellow Daoist, do you know that not all of them returned from the Forbidden Sea back then?
He paused, seemingly considering his words, or perhaps gathering his courage:
"According to reliable sources... the top seniors of the two races who reached the Nascent Soul stage did not return together!"
They...they are still trapped in that treacherous and forbidden sea!
Upon hearing this, the burly man's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers gripping the teacup tightened involuntarily.
A cultivator who has reached the state of spiritual transformation!
That is a being standing at the pinnacle of this world, a colossus capable of founding a sect and dominating a region!
They didn't come back?
The green-robed cultivator's voice grew fainter and fainter, almost fading into the sound of air friction.
"What's even more terrifying is that... just recently, news leaked out from extremely secretive channels..."
Those Nascent Soul cultivators residing in the Forbidden Sea... it seems... it seems they've all lost contact!
No news!
Rumors are circulating that...they...they are very likely...already...already perished in the depths of the Forbidden Sea!
The word "fallen" was like two silent thunderclaps, squeezed out with difficulty from the green-robed cultivator's lips.
Just at this moment!
The once noisy and bustling teahouse hall seemed to have been suddenly choked by an invisible hand!
All the talking, laughter, discussions, and clinking of glasses came to an abrupt halt!
Time seems to have frozen.
The steam from the spiritual tea seemed to linger in the air, and the sea breeze outside the window seemed to have forgotten to blow.
Dozens of gazes, like cold, sharp arrows, converged silently from all directions and corners onto the small tea table by the window!
Those gazes were filled with shock, horror, disbelief, and... a hint of barely perceptible fear.
The green-robed cultivator and the burly man in tight-fitting clothes felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, and their scalps instantly tingled!
Finished!
The same thought flashed through their minds at the same time.
In the conversation just now, I thought I had kept my voice down enough, but I forgot that there were many cultivators here, including many with sharp ears and eyes and keen senses!
That earth-shattering phrase, "the fall of a god-level being," was ultimately captured by those with discerning eyes!
The green-robed cultivator reacted extremely quickly, his face turning deathly pale in an instant, and he had no time to explain.
He suddenly stood up, grabbed the arm of the burly man in tight-fitting clothes opposite him, and growled:
"Come on!"
The burly man in the tight-fitting clothes was a seasoned veteran; he instantly understood and stood up without hesitation.
Like startled rabbits, the two lowered their heads under the astonished, scrutinizing, or indifferent gazes of the assembled monks.
He dashed out of the teahouse at top speed, his figure flashing a few times before disappearing into the bustling crowd on the street.
Only a deathly silence remained in the teahouse, followed by a sudden, even more turbulent burst of whispers…
at the same time,
The Immortal Alliance Headquarters, Chongxuan Hall.
A Golden Core cultivator dressed in the standard robes of a Celestial Alliance steward was walking heavily along the jade corridor leading to the main hall where the Vice Alliance Leader resided.
His face was pale, his eyes were unfocused, and fine beads of cold sweat even appeared on his forehead.
He was clearly preoccupied and anxious.
Even acquaintances who greeted him were not in the mood to respond.
At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind;
How should I explain this to the vice leader?
...(End of this chapter)