Martial Master

Upon realizing the purpose of Piao Miao Palace, Qin Chen and his group quickly rushed towards the depths of the palace.

Along the way, Qin Chen felt increasingly worried. Judging from the actions of Shang Wuji and the others, the simple goal of that group of black-clad individuals was to lure the strong members of various major powers into this palace relic and then seek out those with sufficient talent for soul possession.

Previously, the so-called assessment in this palace appeared to be a test for the talents of the Demon Tribe from ancient times, but upon reaching this place, it conveniently became an assessment for the black-clad individuals to find their targets.

The black-clad enforcers from the Law Enforcement Hall would not aim to possess just any ordinary martial artist; they must at least have two requirements.

First, they must hold sufficient power and status within their respective factions.

Second, their strength must be considerable, having passed the ancient Yu Realm's assessment, with at least some hope of advancing to the Martial God realm.

Only martial artists who met these two conditions would be targeted for possession, as that would maximize their benefits.

Otherwise, if it were merely for possession, the two black-clad individuals earlier had ample opportunity to possess the other two Martial Emperors from Wu Yinmen and Gui Yuan Sect. Yet they chose not to do so, opting instead to focus on themselves and the Skeleton Helmsman, which highlights their intentions.

Just imagine, if the top martial artists from various major powers were all possessed by this group of black-clad individuals, and with the assistance of Piao Miao Palace, the life and death of the strong members from the various major powers in the ancient Yu Realm would be entirely within their control. Once they left the ancient Yu Realm, those major powers would also be infiltrated with their pawns.

Thinking about this, Qin Chen felt a chill in his heart; he could not allow them to succeed.

However, he had no idea where these people were and could only search around like a headless fly.

"By the way, that Mo Ka La might know something."

Thinking of this, Qin Chen immediately inquired with Mo Ka La.

"This place was originally a sacred hall of inheritance for my Demon Tribe, comprising three thousand inheritances. It was where our talents underwent testing assessments. Later, due to a rebellion, it was destroyed and turned into a prison, and we are the guardians within this sacred hall of inheritance," Mo Ka La replied.

"A prison?" Qin Chen and the others were taken aback.

This was unexpected for them.

"Yes, originally this place held many vicious members of the Demon Tribe. Later, it was abandoned due to its proximity to another realm, but there are rumors that deep within this prison, an extremely terrifying entity is still confined," Mo Ka La said, displaying a look of confusion and fear.

"What is it?" The Skeleton Helmsman asked curiously.

What could be so terrifying that it frightened Mo Ka La?

Qin Chen's eyes flickered; could the terrifying entity Mo Ka La mentioned be related to the horrifying summoning force he felt when using the Qiankun Creation Jade Disk?

He gazed at Mo Ka La, attempting to find the answer.

"I don't know either," Mo Ka La shook its head, "It's been too long. I've forgotten many things, and I simply can't recall."

"Then how did you come to be sleeping in this stone coffin? Also, we saw quite a few human corpses earlier; what happened there?" Qin Chen pressed further.

"I don't know, I really don't," Mo Ka La frowned, trying to think but suddenly let out a howl, displaying immense pain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Waves of soul power surged around it, causing excruciating suffering.

"No! I can't recall why I am sleeping here! What on earth happened here?"

Mo Ka La howled in pain, punching the stone wall, which instantly rumbled and trembled, with countless fragments falling, fragile and weak.

"Senior Mo Ka La, if you can't remember, then don't force it," the Skeleton Helmsman said, his voice strained. This topic seemed to have plunged Mo Ka La into a chaotic state; if it went mad, it would be troublesome.