Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 221 - 139: Lou Hechuan’s Suspicion! The Bad News from Ailao Mountain

Southern Yunnan Desperate Realm, Ailao Mountain.

Here, clouds stretch three thousand miles, and no trace of human habitation has ever been seen.

The vast fog veils a thousand mountains, even the Ghost Gods are troubled by Ailao Mountain.

At midday, the sun scorched fiercely, the humid air filled with a pungent odor, and everywhere were poisonous insects and snakes, with old trees and ancient forests in sight.

Rumble...

At this moment, deep within the mountains, a strange cloud shrouded a hill, thunder roared, shaking in all directions, scarlet-purple mysterious light covered the surroundings, terrifying lightning continuously struck down, bombarding that hill.

Under such heavenly might, the ancient forest in the mountains was burned, thick smoke rolled, startling thousands of birds to fly chaotically, and disturbing beasts to flee.

"Truly deserving of the Celestial Master of Thunder Prison from the White Crane Temple, compared to ten years ago, he has become even more unfathomable."

"Nonsense, ever since ten years ago after the Dragon Tiger Red Moon, the Celestial Master of Thunder Prison has not stepped out of the White Crane Temple, if not for this man, why else would he travel a thousand miles to Ailao?"

"Great Spirit Sect King... To think this man is still alive, feigning death for ten years, with grand ambitions."

"What grand ambitions, just still in tribulation, a mere stray dog."

Surrounding the hill enveloped by thunder, Daoist Sect experts had long surrounded it impenetrably, aside from experts from the White Crane Temple, masters from the famous mountains of the Ten Great Taoist Sects, Qingcheng Mountain, Zhongnan Mountain, and Laojun Mountain had come.

Such a Heaven and Earth Net, such a deadly battle formation, thunder covering everywhere, the heavens furious, it is no exaggeration to say that looking across the world, hardly anyone could garner such attention and mobilization.

At this moment, not even a bird could fly out of this dense enclosing.

It's no wonder, more than twenty years ago, the Great Spirit Sect King rampaged for a time, his infamous name echoed throughout the world.

Ten years ago, after Dragon Tiger Red Moon, the Divine Demon Holy Embryo ceased to exist.

Who could have thought, this man is still alive, merely feigning death to avoid disaster.

This news spread out, many people could not sit still, restless and anxious, like a sword hanging over their necks, the once forgotten fear by time resurged like a tide.

If that man really isn't dead, if he really returns... what calamity could that cause?

Fortunately amid the misfortune, he has not escaped tribulation yet.

This is the greatest weakness of cultivating the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, once trapped in Great Night, cultivation regresses, akin to a lamb awaiting slaughter.

This was the best opportunity to kill him.

"This time, make sure he leaves no bones."

At this moment, everyone held the same resolve in their hearts.

"Celestial Master of Thunder Prison, he has nowhere left to go."

Just then, at the edge of the thunder-shrouded hill, an elder in a Daoist Robe approached, bowed respectfully to a middle-aged man, whose expression was solemn, wearing a purple robe with a white crane embroidered on the hem, with a faint mark in the middle of his brow, exuding authority without anger.

"The thunder has descended, the mountain has burned, he is at a dead end." Someone murmured beside him.

With Primordial Spirit Observation, one could see within the hill, a flickering silhouette in a concealed cave, amid intertwining thunder and fire, no one could hide any longer.

"Who would have thought the mighty Great Spirit Sect King would have such a wretched side, truly the wheel of fortune turns."

"Back then he rampaged, how domineering, could he have imagined a day like this!?"

"To perish here, that is his destiny."

The crowd sneered, like hunters stalking their prey's lair, their words seeped with confidence and cruelty.

"Give him a dignified end."

At that moment, the Celestial Master of Thunder Prison glanced indifferently at the cave scorched by thunder fire, his eyes cold and without a ripple.

He pointed, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Rumble...

Suddenly, the unmoving cloud in the sky trembled violently, a streak of scarlet-purple lightning descended, like a winding serpent, slamming directly towards that mountain cave.

"It's over!"

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, watching the burial of the Great Spirit Sect King, as though a mournful song played in their ears.

Whoosh...

At that moment, an eerie sound echoed in this secluded mountain, as if someone took a deep breath.

Immediately, that serpent-like lightning vanished the instant it entered the mountain cave.

"Hmm!?" The Celestial Master of Thunder Prison raised his brow, revealing an unusual expression.

Buzz...

Almost simultaneously, within the mountain cave, a blinding white light surfaced, dazzling as if a dawn sun illuminated the sky.

In an instant, that blinding white light disappeared.

Inside the cave, darkness was restored, and the thunder enveloping the hill slowly dispersed.

"Go up and see, is he dead."

With an order, figures flowed out, rushing towards the sinister dark entrance of the cave.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

At that moment, a slow, deliberate footstep sounded from within the cave, accompanied by the sound of a lighter igniting, a faint flame flickered in the dark cave, followed by rings of smoke wafting out of the cave.

"That is..."

The crowd reacted, displaying unusual expressions.

"Quite a lot of people here."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice came from the cave entrance.

"Run!"

Almost simultaneously, the Celestial Master of Thunder Prison's face changed drastically, shouting in panic.

Rumble...

In an instant, a massive black flame surged into the sky, enveloping every direction, the terrifying force causing the mountains to quake, the sky clouds to collapse.

Sounds of wailing screams came from the mountain, in an instant, those vibrant lives were reduced to ghastly white bones, eventually, charred to dust, none remained.