Chapter 811 - 754: The Most Tragic Sixth Palace

The millstone of Yama Hall is intended to collect souls and manifest itself given the opportunity.

The Celestial Dao Sect’s sacred object, Han Yu speculated, might be the galactic river he had seen before, except he didn’t expect the manifestation of the river to require a huge amount of vitality.

Vitality and souls.

One is related to life, the other to death.

"Tsk tsk, truly two inherently opposing forces."

Han Yu remarked in awe, even the sacred objects of both sides are opposition of life and death.

Of course, neither side was decent. Better if each was taken down.

Both sides now want to manifest their sacred object in Central Continent, but the purpose never seemed truly revealed.

If it all targets the Central Continent, Han Yu feels he might regret letting the sundial go.

"Not necessarily a joint target; seeing both sides fight like this, their goals must be conflicting."

The Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness speculated along, but given they fought from the Central Continent to here, they definitely couldn’t collaborate at all.

Moreover, both sides seemed to be wary of each other’s sacred objects, like now, Wu Tang stopped by Di Liuxin didn’t begin with saving Lian Buyu; instead teamed with the Dharma Aspect to first attack that sundial.

Di Liuxin certainly wouldn’t let the opponent succeed, both sides constantly clashed beyond the terrace, as the stone platform ascended higher, Wu Tang gradually seemed anxious, unable to let it rise further.

In fact, not just him, Di Liuxin also looked anxious, fighting more bizarrely, occasionally glancing at the sundial.

This thing previously contained immense vitality, progression should not be this slow, it should have swept through here already.

Yet now what’s seen is just a group of dying cultivators, nowhere near the sundial’s energy peak!

Perplexed ultimately only glancing at Lian Buyu, murder intent on his face, this seemingly the guy who blasted away the sundial earlier.

Well, Lian Buyu successfully bore the unproven accusation.

Di Liuxin squinted afterward, seemingly deciding, pointing out, in an instant, a surging vitality injected into the sundial, enhancing the suction in the field severalfold.

In just a moment, hundreds of cultivators were withered, like a plague spreading, one by one powerless falling, suction didn’t spare them further.

Even when withered, it kept devouring, gradually withered faces became skin and bones, until finally only framed skeletons remained.

Some cultivators couldn’t help loudly wailing, "Elder, I don’t want to die, let me go."

These were celestial Dao Sect cultivators, with considerable numbers.

They never expected to die as cannon fodder here.

Yama Hall cultivators also wailed, "Hall Master, save us..."

Almost a sea of people blacked and overwhelmed the place, such wails were equally like Purgatory.

"I told you! Not to rush blindly, now see."

The old Taoist took a cold gulp, couldn’t help whispering to the two disciples.

He could foresee danger here, but not such treachery.

Nor expected Di Liuxin could be so vicious, it wasn’t just one or two of their cultivators but quite a number inside.

Casual sacrifice was immediate, without even blinking.

Especially thinking about Mu Zili who was just on the terrace, had he not come timely, might he have become one of them now?

Su Xiaoxiao’s face turned pale momentarily, as if his cognition was shattered by the events.

Mu Zili said they were no different, but now it seemed, they were indeed more ruthless!

After all, he was well protected by Mu Zili, maybe a bit idealistic, maybe a bit righteous, not much though.

Perhaps after a thousand years, he’d remain a youth until death.

Thus, at this moment, he couldn’t help trembling all over, without Mu Zili as a senior, without the old Taoist as a master, would he be among the withered wails inside?

Can’t ponder deeply, or it’d be immensely terrifying.

Over there, the stone platform was already stepping through the clouds, thunder roaring constantly, as if the whole sky repelled.

Kill!

As Di Liuxin pointed, instantly vibrant clouds filled the sky, seemingly peaceful, but not truly, thunder rolled beneath the facade.

The stone platform was being struck by thunder constantly, those withered cultivators being blasted into pieces.

Only undamaged!

Not just the stone platform, but Lian Buyu still bitterly withstood.

As the sixth Hall Master, he naturally wouldn’t be easily wiped out.

Yet wasn’t comfortable.

The pain of vitality drawing away, hard to comprehend without prior experience.

Like knocking bones and sucking marrow, seemingly hollowing the person out.

The most painful is being unable to resist in the process, only watching oneself march toward destruction.

At this moment, he couldn’t repress inner irritability, yelling upwards, "Can’t you save me first?"

No response!

Several on the stone pillars were being pressured by Chang Gen and company!

As for Soul No Return, he battled fervently with a group of Dao Walking cultivators, slyly avoiding overly strong Divine Dao Realm, preferring solo against a group of Dao Walking cultivators.

Lastly, Wu Tang, several times attempted to break free, only to be held tight by Di Liuxin, nowhere allowed across Thunder Pool a step.

And above the Thunder Pool seemed even more turbulent, bowl-thick thunder crashed repeatedly, with some even striking Lian Buyu.

"Damn it..."

Lian Buyu cursed non-stop, not knowing who to curse, only looking upwards persistently cursing.

Instantly, the light across the ocean condensed into lines, continuously drawing patterns in the void.

Soon enough, a massive array swiftly formed!

The stone platform seemed to gradually submerge within; trying to save Lian Buyu now seemed a bit late.

Both sides for unknown reasons simultaneously stopped.

"The outcome is settled!"

The old Taoist couldn’t help but sigh quietly.

Continuing seemed unnecessary, the stone platform had ascended, and the array constructed.

Wu Tang coldly snarled, as Dharma Aspect roared turning into a hurricane scattering surrounding winds, forcing back a crowd of Celestial Dao Sect cultivators, speaking coldly.

"Retreat!"

Originally thirty thousand plus cultivators, now fearing only left with sixty percent, ten percent died fighting, thirty percent thrown onto the stone platform.

The team retreated in disarray, Shi Xiu and others teamed with Soul No Return meanwhile closing together, confronting opposing Divine Dao Realm cultivators.

Yama Hall cultivators started gradually distancing, Wu Tang’s face livid as he faced Di Liuxin, finally sighed deeply, "Well played."

Indeed well-played, using Yama Hall cultivators’ lives to fuel the sundial, also managing to kill their sixth hall master by the way.

This setup could entirely be said Yama Hall provided great assistance, thus hard to accept.

Di Liuxin composed, spoke slowly, "Too generous!"

Wu Tang’s face further sour, suddenly waving, a dried well condensed in the void followed, leading people diving into it.

Di Liuxin didn’t impede, letting them leave.

"Save me..."

Lian Buyu shouted until his voice strained, alas no one ever looked back.

At this point, Lian Buyu no longer holds any chance of survival.

The dust settled, him as the lone remaining cultivator, becoming nourishment for the sundial was only a matter of time.

Laughably, Lian Buyu was likely the most wronged death among Yama Hall, clearly sixth hall strength yet only a glimpse...

If barely countable, might be at Western Territory once suppressing Chang Gen and the others.

Otherwise really showed no presence, then became the first top-tier murdered by both sides.

Died extremely wronged, also comically.