There were altogether sixty-four hills, but they all looked normal. If they had not erected in the Ku Mountain, no one would have noticed them. However, after the minor shake, something seemed to have disappeared.

  Waves of feeble power drifted down from the peak, vanishing between Heaven and Earth.

  The shake started from the low hill in the farthest northwest and gradually spread to the northwest.

  When the shake reached Xuan Lingzi’s hill, he sensed it. He wanted to open his eyes and found out what happened, yet the battle in his body had become white-hot, making him unable to distract. After a slight shake, a gust of mountain air swept by, leaving a sound of profound smile-

  Human, if you can hear me, remember my name-Luan Feng. Since thirty thousand years ago, I have been admiring and even liking your Supreme Master. If you can meet him one day, please pass my message to him, that even if he cheated sixty-four of us into nothingness……Luan Feng has never hated him, not even a second.

  The breeze sailed by Xuan Lingzi, yet he didn’t hear that message.

  The shakes were continuing.

  They went all the way along the mountain range and finally stretched to the highest one-the Ku Mountain.

  Beside it, a low hill shook lightly.

  “Brother, is it……our only option?”


  Only the sound of wind in the mountain range responded him.

  After a good while, the low hill shook heavily and its marrow dissipated.

  From now on, in the mountain range, only that towering Ku Mountain remained stable, just like in a dead sleep. It neither participated in the buzzing conversation just now, nor was affected by the shaking.

  Between sunrise and sun set, one month had passed since the disaster in the Northern Land of Arctic.

  Luo Jianqing speeded up and got through the Bottomless Cave quickly. After days of travel, he finally saw the Sand Buried Forest from distance. The wide stretch of luxuriant Parting Sorrow Trees towered into the clouds and were giving out mild scent just as they did over thousands of years. It seemed that those trees had not noticed the dramatic change in the Northern Land of Arctic.

  Seeing that, Luo Jianqing felt unease and his eyes got moist.

  When he finally got out of the Northern Land of Arctic, he was stopped by some cultivators. Luo Jianqing showed them the token of Tai Hua Mountain, and they let him pass, directing him to the base of Tai Hua Mountain.

  However, when he reached, he heard something bad.

  “What? Sir Huo Mingzi has entered the Northern Land of Arctic to search my master and me?”


  Sir Yu Qingzi nodded, “Yes, he has been there for half a month.”


  Luo Jianqing had extremely complicated feelings towards Sir Huo Mingzi.

  Huo Mingzi was intensely fond of making instruments, taking no heed of all the affairs in Tai Hua Mountain. He just closed his door and remained dedicated to making instruments. His disciple was Luo Jianqing’s sixth junior fellow brother, Xiu Hen.

  In the last incarnation, Xiu Hen was an innocent victim who died distressingly. Sir Huo Mingzi was so furious that he immediately issued the Tai Hua Order, making all the Dao Cultivators to hunt Luo Jianqing. Luo Jianqing was forced into a tight corner on the Cliff of Lost Love and lost his life there.

  In both incarnations, Luo Jianqing didn’t have much conversation with Sir Huo Mingzi, but the latter did give him some gifts. However, Luo Jianqing still felt more intimate with Sir Yu Qingzi.

  Anyway, these were all the mess in the last incarnation.

  Luo Jianqing did some bold imagination. If all the evidence pointed to the crime resting on Huo Mingzi, if it was him that killed Xuan Lingzi, Luo Jianqing would kill Huo Mingzi at nothing as a revenge for Xuan Lingzi!

  Sir Yu Qingzi said, “I will send cultivators into the Northern Land of Arctic to find Huo Mingzi. Jianqing, you can take some rest now. When cultivators of other clans and sectors get there, you tell them whatever you know, do not conceal anything.”


  “Yes, mam.”


  The representatives of Four Sects and Eight Clans all arrived soon. Some small sects sent their supreme masters, and even some independent cultivators at higher realms also gathered here. They came for one thing: to know what really had happened in the Northern Land of Arctic.

  According to the order of Sir Yu Qingzi, Luo Jianqing told them the collapse of the Ku Mountain.

  That was a major disaster.

  Luo Jianqing dared not to conceal it. He detailed what he saw on that day and also the fact that Xuan Lingzi had been swallowed by the Ku Mountain.

  That caused a great disturbance among the crowd.

  They didn’t believe that even Xuan Lingzi could be trapped in the Ku Mountain, unable to get out. But that was the fact, which made those masters attach more importance to this disaster.

  Then, Luo Jianqing raised his head and looked towards the cultivators of Mo’s family in the center of the crowd. He looked calm, yet his eyes were full of sadness. Luo Jianqing stepped forward and amidst the shocking eyes of those cultivators, he paid a tribute to them. In a solemn and stirring tone, he said, “Under the attack of demons, it was my friend that helped me out. My friend, best friend……cannot leave the Northern Land of Arctic anymore. He sacrifices for human, so I ask for the permission of all the seniors here, to bring the bloodline of Mo’s family in the Northern Waste Land back to the Qin State!”


  Cultivators of Mo’s family were all stunned and confused.

  At this moment, the representative of the Fiend Palace also joined them. They traveled all the way from the Chong State, and when they landed, they heard what Luo Jianqing said. The Grand Steward of the Fiend Palace Qi Luo, who had always been calm, was dumbstruck, with his pupils trembling; the Left Grand Guardian Qin Guihe was even jaw dropped and goggled at Luo Jianqing.

  The Fiend Lady Yun Xiang imminently came forward and grasped the collar of Luo Jianqing. She pulled him over, regardless of her image and shouted angrily, “What are you talking about? Why Mo Qiu cannot leave the Northern Waste Land anymore? What are you talking about? What happened to him? What happened?!”


  Luo Jianqing closed his eyes and restrained the flood of grieve. He said in a hoarse voice, “Mo Qiu……has fallen.”


  Yun Xiang opened her eyes wide, while Qi Luo and Qin Guihe also turned a grave face.

  However, the cultivators of MO ‘family just looked at him with strange expressions. A white-hair elder stepped forward and said with a little anger, “I’m just gonna ask you about it. Luo Jianqing, you told me that your best friend Mo Qiu was the Mo Qiu of our family, so I have never doubted it. However, half a month ago, our Mo Qiu had returned to our family and was enshrined into the pedigree! How can you fool us by putting the glory of our family on a fake one!