I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 1153

Huo Wuya shook his head and said, "Perhaps, but this matter is not recorded in the sect annals, passed down only through the words of sect leaders from generation to generation, unknown to others... because there were no remains, no tomb could be built, so only a cenotaph was set up in the shrine for future generations to worship."

Chen Mo tried to calm down, then turned to look at the Qilin.

It seemed that the only one who knew the inside story of that year was it.

"Huh?"

But when Chen Mo tried to communicate with the Qilin, it tilted its head, its eyes full of bewilderment, seemingly not understanding what he was saying.

Staring into those clear eyes, Chen Mo frowned even more, it seemed like the Qilin remembered nothing.

Recalling how in the Illusory World, Pei Fengmian once said, "If there is a next life, I do not seek immortality," could it be that he found a chance for 'immortality' but perished because of it?

But who could kill the Ultimate Venerable of the time?

Chen Mo couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he let it go and said, "In that case, may I trouble the Sect Leader to take me to the shrine to pay my respects."

"Alright, Mr. Chen, follow me." Huo Wuya nodded, turned around, and flew away.

Chen Mo's mind moved, and the Dragon Marrow Sword suddenly turned into a stream of water, merging into his body.

Even though it had just acknowledged him as its master, it felt as if it had been refined for many years, as easy to control as a part of his own body.

This long sword, made of unknown material, was extremely attuned to the power of the five elements, capable of freely changing its internal structure, and could amplify the power of the "Archaic Spirit Constitution," far exceeding the top tier of the tribulation realm in grade.

After putting away the weapon, he followed Huo Wuya in the direction of the back mountain, with the sacred beast Qilin closely following behind.

The elders glanced at each other and then followed suit, leaving Yu Youhan and Ji Hongxiu alone in the courtyard.

"I didn't expect Chen Mo could meet the founding master of Martial Saint Mountain?" Ji Hongxiu slightly furrowed her brows, calculated with her fingers, and muttered uncertainly, "I can't figure it out, but I feel this matter isn't that simple, and the aura that sword emits seems a bit familiar..."

Yu Youhan watched the crowd depart, her eyes narrowing, and said coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, that Dragon Marrow Sword should share the same origin as Zhu Wujiang."

"Zhu Wujiang?" Ji Hongxiu was startled, soon reacting, "That's right, back then when I dueled her, she demonstrated an extraordinary affinity with the five elements, ordinary Daoist skills were completely ineffective against her, and she could easily unleash powerful spells, which I suppose was due to her bloodline."

She turned to look at Yu Youhan and asked, "Wouldn't that pose some hidden dangers? Should we do something?"

Yu Youhan shook her head, "This is Chen Mo's opportunity, it's unnecessary to interfere recklessly, besides, Zhu Wujiang is already dead, and those minor soldiers of the Desolate Domain can't stir up any trouble."

"Furthermore..."

Yu Youhan glanced sideways at Ji Hongxiu, her tone as cold as a biting wind, "Don't try to get close with me, Chen Mo's affairs are not your concern, the words I've said will not change, you will eventually die at my hands!"

"..."

Ji Hongxiu knew the other party was still upset.

Thinking of last night's events, her cheeks flushed with heat, she awkwardly lowered her head.

"Master."

At this moment, a cold voice came through.

Ji Hongxiu turned her head, seeing Ling Ningzhi in a moon-white Daoist robe walking over.

"Qingxuan? Do you need something from me?"

Ling Ningzhi, with a complex expression, clutched her robes tightly, softly asked, "Could I talk to you?"

?

Ji Hongxiu felt a bit restless, an inexplicable uneasy premonition stirred.

...

...

On the other side.

At the back of Lingxiao Peak, a shrine with a blue-tiled roof was hidden deep in the dense forest.

In front of the gate, two ancient cypresses stretched towards the sky, shading everything. The vermilion doors, though weathered, still exuded an air of solemnity. A black plaque hung above the lintel, inscribed with the characters "Ancestor Virtue Hall" in a powerful, radiant script.

Chen Mo followed Huo Wuya to the entrance.

Groan—

Huo Wuya pushed open the heavy doors, a mixture of sandalwood and incense permeated the air.

The shrine was three rooms deep, flanked by several coiled dragon pillars carved with lifelike dragons.

In the central hall stood three sandalwood shrines, progressively deeper, the innermost dedicated to the gilded statue of the founding master.

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