Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1094: Chapter 407: This Young Man Is the Hope of the Righteous Path (Part 2)

”The secret of the Thunder Path lies within, lies within it all!” he shouted in his heart, both shocked and moved.

This was a kind of emotion that made his entire being tremble.

To hear the Way in the morning, one could die content by evening!

Just a bolt of lightning, Emperor Purple quickly faded, the thunderclouds lightened, restoring to the previous light purple clouds, lazily floating by.

The Purple Sky Divine Thunder, which just tore through the sky and shook the universe, that unstoppable Heavenly Dao’s might seemed like nothing but a grand, fleeting illusion.

Meng Wuyan still stood calmly in the pavilion, the sleeves of his dark green robe gently swaying in the breeze, no longer making the previous flapping sound.

His emotions gradually calmed down, and then a point of white light flew down from the mountain top.

The white light fell into Meng Wuyan’s hand, turning back into the Flying Message he had sent out before.

Meng Wuyan infused the message with his Divine Sense, immediately looking towards the blank end of it.

Not a single word, no trace of a Dharma Seal.

His heartbeat paused imperceptibly for a moment, deep disappointment surged in his eyes. What followed was a worry for the future, like vines wrapping around his heart; along with an indescribable weariness, quietly climbing onto his brow.

Meng Wuyan remained silent for a few moments, then slowly put away the Flying Message, looked up again, as if he could see the Purple Thunder Pool at the top of the mountain, and the Purple Extreme Hall by its side.

The mountain wind lifted a few strands of his hair, and eventually he sighed lightly, lifted his arms, bowed, and slowly turned around.

Step by step, he walked heavily and silently towards the path down the mountain, his figure quickly swallowed by rugged stones.

Main Hall of Evil Extermination Hall.

The hall was grand, yet devoid of luxurious aura. The giant, cold stone bricks radiated a deep black, iron pillars supported the dome, and the walls were engraved with massive talismans of suppression and demon extermination.

Zhong Dao sat at the lead behind the enormous Mystic Iron Writing Desk. His broad shoulders and back were straight like a solitary peak. The edge of the writing desk was sharp, as distinct as his character.

After finishing with a dossier in hand, Zhong Dao’s sharp eyes couldn’t conceal his icy anger as he gazed at the vast hall ahead, seemingly ready to scorch the air with his gaze.

”Petty politicking! Living without contributing!” Reflecting on the earlier situation, his Divine Sense was summoned into the Great Array for discussions with high-level officials on the main peak, Zhong Dao became even more infuriated.

The grudges in his heart swelled, and his experiences in the Flying Cloud Country’s officialdom resurfaced.

All those hidden desires beneath the facade, the open and covert struggles within the rules...

Wherever there are people, there is worldly strife; even in the Myriad Images Sect.

A deep disappointment and indescribable lonely fury turned into cold waves spreading from the depths of his heart.

His spine, straight and unyielding like iron, the deep vertical lines between his brows revealed the force of chisel-like determination.

The hall’s atmosphere was oppressive and heavy, the cultivator guards dared not make a sound.

The Guard Commander sighed silently, thought for a moment, and stepped lightly out of the line, taking out a Jade Slip from his bosom: ”Reporting to the Hall Master, I have something to report. The first stage of the Xingyun Trial has reached a conclusion, a division announced the top name and issued a Magic Treasure Level Merit and Achievement Slaughter Tower as a reward.”

Zhong Dao’s expression paused subtly; he clearly understood what a Magic Treasure Level top reward meant.

”Did this person pass the Three Questions of the Heart?” His gaze lingered on the Guard Commander, immediately exerting immense psychological pressure on the latter.

The Guard Commander instinctively lowered his head, his voice clearer and louder: ”Master, please discern. This person’s surname is Ning, name Zhuo. He’s youthful and spirited, responding to the questions without evasion, showing steadfastness. When asked the last question, he directly replied, ’What to fear? What to regret!’.”