Two hours later.
Within the Ten-Thousand-Mile Mountains, more than a hundred Jiyue Pavilion gods were utterly wiped out.
And the Eighth Elder Du Yu, besieged by Zhu Xincheng and Xiao Nanxing, died with his blade shattered.
With a sweep of Xiao Nanxing’s wide sleeve,
Du Yu’s divine body turned to dust, drifting on the wind until it vanished without a trace.
After finishing all this, he exchanged a glance with Zhu Xincheng and led the people of Zuixin Valley away from the place.
Zhu Xincheng did not linger either, taking Tang Jiansheng and flying toward Lieyang Gate.
Before setting out, she even made a point of rewarding him with a mask to wear.
There was no helping it—Tang Jiansheng was a trump card with far more uses ahead, and must not be discarded here.
However, after everyone had departed,
a figure slowly descended upon the site.
The man’s face was calm and his build tall; if Du Yu had not died, he would have recognized at a glance that this was Yin Yu, the Third Elder of Jiyue Pavilion.
In the dream, he had been the backing of the old dog Gou Langtu and the one who recruited him into Jiyue Pavilion.
When the old dog made his conjectures, Yin Yu chose to believe without hesitation and personally led a force to slaughter the gods supporting Zuixin Valley.
But in the real world, that did not happen.
Yin Yu had not kept very close to Gou Langtu.
His appearance here was purely because he happened to be passing by.
Taking in the empty scene, Yin Yu furrowed his brows slightly.
Although Zuixin Valley had cleaned up the corpses of the Jiyue Pavilion gods,
the faint smell of blood still hung in the air.
Yin Yu naturally sensed that something was wrong.
He lifted a hand and lightly rubbed his fingertips.
In short order, a wisp of remnant soul gathered anew.
It belonged to a Jiyue Pavilion god; at this moment the soul flickered in and out, on the verge of collapse at any time.
That was because Yin Yu had forcibly summoned it.
Recalling a scattered soul and calling it back could ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) not reforge the soul-body,
but maintaining it for a brief span to search a bit of memory was extremely easy.
Very quickly, Yin Yu learned everything from the soul.
He had not expected such a spectacular affair to have taken place here.
Zuixin Valley and Lieyang Gate had actually colluded to exterminate two elders of Jiyue Pavilion and over a hundred gods.
They really had the gall!
Most crucial of all, Tang Jiansheng had even thrown in with Zhu Xincheng.
If not for his sudden defection and the preemptive beheading of the Seventh Elder Chen Guangju,
Zhu Xincheng and Xiao Nanxing would never have won so neatly!
Whether Tang Jiansheng was sincere, or coerced and his mind controlled,
as long as he was alive, he was a tremendous threat to Jiyue Pavilion.
After all, he still bore the title of elder.
During the seclusion of the Divine Alliance Lord of Jiyue Pavilion, the elders held great power.
By normal procedure, Yin Yu should have immediately returned to Jiyue Pavilion to make public everything he knew,
then lead the elders to launch a furious revenge against Lieyang Gate and Zuixin Valley,
and issue a kill order for Tang Jiansheng.
But Yin Yu had no intention of doing that.
Since Zuixin Valley and Lieyang Gate dared to annihilate so many Jiyue Pavilion gods here, it meant they certainly had a backhand prepared.
All he needed to do was watch the changes quietly.
See just how far these two divine alliances could make the turmoil go.
So long as the commotion grew large enough, he was even willing to lend them a hand.
There was no helping it—Jiyue Pavilion had been tranquil for too long. It was time for some people to die and for those truly capable to rise to power.

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