Published: March 3, 2025
CHAPTER 424: Different Paths, Different Hearts (For the Book Friend - Hua Zhen - Alliance Leader Congratulations!!)
“Shut up!!”
“Do you not feel guilty about your heart of dao for doing something that harms your fellow disciples, something that violates the laws of heaven and earth?”
“The sect has treated you well, and this is how you repay it?!”
“If I had known today, even if it meant violating the rules of the temple, I would have executed you, this heartless and ungrateful person!”
Coming back to his senses, Senior Brother Tong angrily reprimanded.
As he scolded, he felt a mix of regret and hatred in his heart, deeply regretting his earlier decisions.
“The Cloud High Mountain has fallen, and the whereabouts of my fellow Shishu and Shibo are unknown, and now there is this heartless traitor!”
“Could it really be a decree of heaven?”
Thinking of this, Senior Brother Tong's emotions surged, leaving him unable to calm down.
He sighed weakly in his heart, feeling utterly despondent.
In the chaos, he lost control of his magical artifacts.
This person was already weaker than Song Haocang, and now disturbed by the words, he quickly had his head severed by a Black Wheel Spiritual Artifact, blood spraying from the wound like a column.
After killing Senior Brother Tong, the manic smile on Song Haocang's face faded temporarily, replaced by a fleeting expression of remembrance and nostalgia, but soon replaced by cruelty.
“Old fool, wasting my time like this!”
He muttered a curse under his breath, then intended to collect his spoils.
Song Haocang planned to gather more resource points like this before the Yuan Yang Sect arrived, as materials for future breakthroughs to the golden core were not to be wasted; time was of the essence.
“Same room, same sect.”
“Different hearts, different paths.”
Observing the scene, Liu Yu felt a slight melancholy.
Throughout history, many sects and families have declined due to infighting, fellow disciples harming each other.
It is precisely because of this that the penalties for harming fellow disciples are particularly severe, often regarded as worse than betraying one's master or annihilating one's ancestors.
Yet, even with such strictness, such incidents are not uncommon.
The darkness of human nature is evident!
With the vastness of the White Cloud Temple, even if the nascent soul old monster does not intervene directly, it is impossible to kill all cultivators, no matter how tightly the three sects arrange their defenses.
Some cultivators will inevitably escape with some resources.
With resources and cultivators, if these cultivators can work together, even if they cannot restore the former glory of the White Cloud Temple, they could establish a new legacy and pass on the dao lineage.
Unfortunately, the immortal way values selfishness.
In times of crisis, most cultivators prioritize their own interests, already forgetting their past oaths.
This inevitably led Liu Yu into deep thought.
If one day, the Yuan Yang Sect were to be destroyed, would he act as Song Haocang did today?
No.
Liu Yu came to a conclusion in his heart.
With an Immortal Abode in hand, he did not lack ordinary resources for cultivating immortality and did not need to act like Song Haocang.
At that time, if the sect could not provide help, his greatest possibility would still be to fly away.
Expecting him to toil for the sect's revival was impossible.
However, if he could cultivate to a deeper level and lend a hand to his former sect, that would not be a problem.
“It’s time to resolve this potential threat.”
With this thought, Liu Yu no longer restrained his aura, releasing his peak late stage foundation establishment cultivation without holding back.
He snapped his storage bag, taking out the Crimson Flame Tower, infusing it with magical power to enlarge it to three zhang and aimed it towards the gradually calming white mist.
The crimson spiritual light, accompanied by the immense power of a Supreme Spiritual Artifact, suddenly appeared in the remote valley.