The sound of cursing exploded instantly!

Some even noticed, at some point, an abnormal ripple had begun to appear at the edges of the Four-Color Array above their heads.

Just like back at Canglan Mountain.

"Senior Uncles and Elder Brothers, please brace yourselves!"

Zhou Qing's expression changed as well; he knew this guy was a complete madman, never playing by the rules!

At this moment, he transformed into a Golden-winged Roc, and Cao Zhengyang and the others reacted quickly, leaping onto the roc's back.

Zhou Qing flapped his wings, channeling spiritual power around him, and transformed into a golden light that rushed toward a crack that had just opened in the distance.

"Whoosh——"

Before the sound of breaking through the air faded, Sikong Yan had already exited the array and formed hand seals.

The entire Four-Color Array trembled violently, and cracks resembling spider webs appeared on its surface!

Fortunately, Zhou Qing's cultivation had now advanced to the late stage of the Divinity Transformation Realm, coupled with the swift speed of the Golden Roc, the Taiqing Sect members only saw a blur before narrowly escaping through the closing crack.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The Supreme Elders of the Cangyan Daoist Palace followed closely, each looking pale.

They all glanced at Sikong Yan, who was forming hand seals, feeling chilled to the bone.

They didn't know when they had started feeling differently about this Sect Leader.

Although they were of uncle status, it always felt like living with a tiger.

Whoosh whoosh!

Two more figures approached from afar, Mo Xingjian and Gao Xuan, who had been blocked outside the array.

Seeing Zhou Qing and the others escape safely, their taut expressions finally eased.

"Elder Sikong, it's me—"

Seeing the array's crack about to close, a despairing cry suddenly came from within.

Lei Lie, covered in blood, stumbled and sped forward.

"Almost left the most crucial witness inside," Sikong Yan chuckled softly, deliberately slowing his finger technique.

In that split-second delay, Lei Lie shot out like an arrow off the string!

"Boom——"

At the moment of the Four-Color Array's complete closure, the world fell into dead silence.

Then—

"Buzz..."

The Four-Color Array first contracted to the extreme, twisting and deforming even the space.

"Boom boom boom boom!!!"

The next moment, an explosion ten times more terrifying than before swept across the entire land!

A mushroom cloud, towering and blinding, soared into the sky!

Wherever the shockwave passed, mountains crumbled, rivers reversed.

Everyone retreated as fast as they could, yet still the gust flung them around.

Amidst the dust, Sikong Yan stood with hands clasped behind him, infatuatedly gazing at that flower of destruction.

"Two firework shows today..." He inhaled deeply in satisfaction, "Not bad at all."

Everyone's gaze fixed on Sikong Yan like on a complete madman.

Even the Supreme Elders of the Cangyan Daoist Palace, who had followed him for years, were no exception.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

When the blinding dust finally dispersed, what appeared before them was an abyss identical to that at Canglan Mountain and Spirit Skull Mountain.

The once magnificent Qiling Sect mountain gate, now only left a bottomless crater, its edges continuously collapsing, the sound of falling rubble echoing endlessly.

Suddenly—

"Th-that is..."

Someone trembled and pointed towards the center of the abyss.

There, a blurry silhouette remained standing!

Everyone's heart clenched instantly, halting even their breath.

Lei Wuji was still alive?!

How was this possible?!

But in the next moment, as the breeze blew, his body began to disintegrate bit by bit.

From fingertip to torso, slowly turning to dust and drifting away.

In his final moments, a trace of relief appeared on his ferocious face.

Sikong Yan then withdrew his smile, and for once seriously said: "If our normal breakthrough is interrupted, it results in mild injury and backlash; in severe cases, demise—let alone a Spirit Slash."

The crowd finally let out a long breath after hearing this.

Standing at the edge, Lei Lie, estranged from the rest, stared blankly at the spot where his master had vanished, filled with mixed emotions.

His master perished here, all five Supreme Elders died, and his only relative, Lei Luo.

The once illustrious Golden Thunder Sect now had only him as the sole survivor.

For a moment, he felt confused, relieved, scared, but mostly empty.

"Everyone, carefully inspect this abyss," Mo Xingjian's voice first broke the silence.

Glancing around at everyone, he spoke gravely, "You've all seen the power of the corpse poison; no one can control it. Being careless is playing with fire."

"Ensure there's no residue here; otherwise, if small sects come exploring and get infected, it will be a disaster of Eastern Domain proportions."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

Sikong Yan then scratched his ear, saying, "Cao, no need to be so loud, I can hear you."

Cao Zhengyang gave him a mild look, then nodded to the Taiqing Sect people, who transformed into streams of light and flew toward different parts of the abyss.

The Cangyan Daoist Palace members did the same, dispersing and employing various methods to investigate traces of corpse poison.

Sikong Yan, however, didn't take action immediately but instead walked up to Lei Lie.

Seeing this, Lei Lie took a deep breath, retrieved an Imaging Stone from his robe, and respectfully handed it over.

"Elder Sikong, thank you for letting me know the truth about Lei Luo's demise; this was agreed upon before. Please view the full footage of my master and the others' attack on the Liu Family!"

Sikong Yan took the Imaging Stone and lightly tapped it with his fingertip.

Immediately, scenes of bloodshed projected in the air—it was Lei Wuji leading the five Supreme Elders in slaughtering the Liu Family.

"Well done," Sikong Yan nodded with satisfaction, "You've chosen the right path, avenging your brother while avoiding becoming a monster yourself."