Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

Outside the bedroom, the sunlight was bright.

Wang Changji walked past the collapsed door and into the courtyard.

He walked past the body of the orange cat.

Little Orange had a pair of brown eyes, which were now staring motionlessly at the sky.

He pushed open the courtyard door and walked out.

It had been a long time since he had been out in the yard during the day when there were many people around. The more people there were, the more uncomfortable he felt in this world. Nothing had changed.

He looked up and glanced at the bright sky, squinting his eyes slightly.

"Making a fool of yourself!"

A sturdy old man walked towards him, asking straight away, "Is Changxi in your yard?"

Wang Changji looked at the man without saying a word.

"You useless waste! I'm asking you a question!" The old man felt his dignity being challenged and raised his hand to slap him.

His hand had just been raised.

Wang Changji's hand was already pressing on his spiritual acupoint.

Wang Lianshan stood still, but his hair and flesh suddenly began to flow, dripping down and forming a puddle beside him. The sturdy old man, a cultivator of the Circulating Realm, instantly turned into a skeleton standing in place.

Crack, crack!

The skeleton fell apart.

Someone in the distance saw this scene and shouted in horror, "The patriarch is dead! The patriarch is dead! Wang Changji killed the patriarch!"

"What?"

"How could this happen?"

"Damn it! Where are the clan guards?"

"Summon the elders!"

The calmness of the Wang clan was shattered, and it fell into a state of confusion and panic.

Some people took up weapons and slowly surrounded Wang Changji.

There were also angry young men who rushed forward, holding wooden sticks and charging towards Wang Changji.

The world was noisy and chaotic.

Wang Changji watched everything happening in front of him, still calm.

He took a step forward and walked against the crowd.

He spoke, but his voice was calm and he didn't care if anyone could hear him--

"Let me bring fairness to you all."

...

In the fourteenth year of Yongtai in the Zhaung calendar, the Wang clan, one of the three major clans, was annihilated in Fenglin City, Qinghe County.

...

Fenglin City was located in the southeast of Zhuang Kingdom.

As the capital city, Xin'an was located in the middle of Zhuang Kingdom and radiated throughout the country.

Almost at the same time as the cultivator on Feilaifeng committed suicide, in a secret room of the headquarters of the Judicial Department in Xin'an City, a burning candle went out without any wind. It was a candle infused with the host's soul.

When the host died, the soul fire extinguished.

The cultivator on duty immediately got up, released the formation seal, and looked at the bronze mirror corresponding to the position of the soul fire.

The mirror fluctuated for a while but ultimately did not respond.

Without hesitation, the cultivator tried to contact Feilaifeng from a distance but failed. He immediately turned around and struck the small bell hanging in the center of the secret room with a hammer!

Dang!

The sound of the bell echoed, and the information was immediately transmitted to the ancestral hall, but the sound did not reach the secret room.

Feilaifeng was under attack!

At this moment, the ancestral hall was conducting a ceremony to worship the founder of Zhuang Kingdom.

The monarch, Zhuang Gaoxian, had been secluded in the palace for cultivation and had not attended to state affairs for a long time.

The ceremony was being presided over by the prime minister, Du Ruhui, an old man over a hundred years old.

His face was old, but his hair was pitch black.

Upon receiving the information, he didn't even take off his ceremonial robe. He casually took off his ceremonial cap, took a step, and the world turned around. He had already arrived thousands of miles away!

Except for the fluctuating space, nothing was left behind.

This was the divine ability to traverse great distances in an instant!

This kind of scene had been seen many times before, but the officials present were still excited. However, they dared not speak out due to the solemnity of the ceremony.

This was the Zhuang Kingdom's invincible weapon!

Since Du Ruhui took power, relying on his rare divine ability to traverse great distances in an instant, he had traveled across the southeast, northwest, and suppressed all directions. He was a pillar of strength for the Zhuang Kingdom, stabilizing the internal situation and repelling external aggression.

Countless times, when things were halfway through, Du Ruhui would leave.

There was no other reason, it was just that Zhuang Kingdom was too weak and needed him!

As Du Ruhui left, an official from the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and picked up the ceremonial cap, continuing the unfinished ceremony.

The affairs of the country were only entrusted to the worship and the military.

The prime minister in charge of the ceremony left due to an incident, but the ceremony could not be stopped.

...

As Du Ruhui took a step forward, he did not appear inside Feilaifeng.

Because a powerful force trembled through space, cutting off his path. He could only appear outside Feilaifeng!

The fierce battle on Feilaifeng was clearly visible to him, but he could not go any further.

Du Ruhui raised his eyelids and saw the illusory stone archway in the sky, recognizing it as the shadow of the Ghost Gate.

Only the Ghost Gate, which connected the Yin and Yang realms, could lock the space here and restrict his ability to traverse great distances.

This was a premeditated ambush!

Shubi Peak had been cleared, Yuheng Peak had collapsed, and Feilaifeng was the most likely landing point. In such an urgent situation, it might be the only landing point.

Black smoke rose in the northwest, condensing into a giant ghost holding a knife.

Roar! Roar!

The roars continued.

In the southeast, northeast, southwest, north, south, west, and east, giant ghosts appeared in each direction. Some were baring their teeth and claws, while others were entwined with chains. They were all fierce and powerful, as if they were collectively supporting the illusory Ghost Gate in the sky.

Making the mythical archway seem substantial.

Qian Gui, Kan Gui, Gen Gui, Zhen Gui, Xun Gui, Li Gui, Kun Gui, Dui Gui, the Eight Ghosts Locking the Dragon Formation!

Du Ruhui was suddenly trapped in the formation, but he remained calm and composed. He looked down at his feet in mid-air, frowned, and asked, "Ouyang Old Ghost! Is Lingxiao Ge also involved in this? Did Ye Lingxiao not harm you, but instead staged a play with you?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued, "It's impossible. This trick can't fool me. Ye Lingxiao wouldn't break through the barrier in advance just to cooperate with you. You can't offer him enough benefits!"

"It's been decades, and you're still so confident, little brat!"

Threads of black smoke seemed to emerge from deep underground and gathered into a giant skull under Du Ruhui's feet.The black smoke skull opened and closed its mouth, cackling, "You're indeed not easy to deceive, so I did genuinely fight with Ye Lingxiao, and I was truly severely injured! However, before I set off, I had already activated a substitute puppet, and all the injuries were inflicted on it. Otherwise, no matter how strong that Ye brat is, how could he have had the chance to hurt me?"

"So it was a substitute puppet, a legendary treasure." Du Ruhui didn't mind being called a child. In terms of age, the other party was indeed much older than him. He nodded and said, "No wonder."

"You have insiders in our sect, and you think I don't know? Although the substitute puppet is precious, it can break Ye Lingxiao's retreat, delay his breakthrough, and make you let down your guard. It's worth it!" The elder of the Bone Dao, Ouyang Lie, laughed incessantly, seeming extremely pleased, "Let you brats know my methods!"

He indeed had the right to be proud. Looking around the surrounding countries, Ye Lingxiao was a prodigy, and Du Ruhui was known for his far-reaching plans and equal fame in wisdom and strength. It seemed that the only one who had made them both suffer was Ouyang Lie this time.

Seeing that Feilai Peak was about to collapse and he was trapped in a vicious formation, the entire Sanshan domain, and even the situation in Qinghe County, was in jeopardy, which could even affect the entire Zhuang Kingdom.

However, Du Ruhui chuckled softly.

"Since Ye Lingxiao didn't cooperate with you, what do I have to fear? Just with you, a decrepit old man, a dry bone in the tomb! Even if you have this ghost gate shadow, and the Eight Ghosts Locking Dragon Formation, what can you do to me?"

"Hahaha." Ouyang Lie also laughed, "I don't need to kill you. Just watch this Feilai Peak, see if you can protect it!"

Du Ruhui stopped smiling, "I don't believe you've gone to such great lengths just for a Feilai Peak."

The giant black smoke skull cackled, "Then guess, what am I doing this for?"

"No need to guess." Du Ruhui replied indifferently, spreading his hands, his black hair flying wildly, "I'll ask you!"

Black light burst forth, and the eight ghosts came together!