The Palace Master of the Sun and Moon Divine Hall is dead.
His life lamp, which hung in the organization, completely extinguished at noon today.
The thought of the immense cost spent on him gave the Ghost-Faced Hall Master a headache.
This was a peak Immortal Venerable realm cultivator whom the organization had invested heavily in supporting. How could he just die so suddenly?
There must have been something he didn't know about that happened.
The Ghost-Faced Hall Master coldly surveyed the scorched earth before him.
The area around the Divine Hall was burnt beyond recognition.
Several people were sifting through the debris on the scorched ground, occasionally pulling out a bone or two from the ruins.
The Ghost-Faced Hall Master's expression was icy as he looked at everything.
He took a deep breath, exhaled, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he said coldly, "There's no need to clean up."
He had already used his divine sense to investigate the surroundings; there were no survivors, so cleaning up these remains was pointless.
"Hall Master, the deaths of these people are somewhat strange," a black-clad, masked figure whispered, approaching him.
"Their bones look like they've been gnawed on by something; it's almost impossible to find a complete fragment."
The Ghost-Faced Hall Master frowned slightly.
"Go check the back mountain," the Ghost-Faced Hall Master said, flicking his sleeve. He turned and led a dozen of his trusted confidantes, quickly heading towards the back mountain.
He didn't know until he saw it, and even with some preparedness, the Ghost-Faced Hall Master was greatly shocked by the ruined mountain range before him.
The extent of the destruction here was utterly beyond his expectation.
Compared to the scorched earth of the Divine Hall, at least half of this originally sprawling mountain range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, had completely sunk due to subsidence.
For some inexplicable reason, the Ghost-Faced Hall Master thought of that poker face.
He immediately shook his head.
Impossible!
How could that young fellow possess such great power, to even move mountains and break rivers?
He's not a true god yet, the Ghost-Faced Hall Master thought, secretly pouting. He then instructed his subordinates, "Go search everywhere and see if you can find the Palace Master's corpse."
His body had undergone multiple modifications with various medicines.
Those medicines were unique and incredibly rare.
Strictly speaking, the robustness of the Divine Hall Master's body should have been more than ten times that of an ordinary cultivator; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he had an iron skin and bones of copper.
Yet, such a person had died so abruptly.
Even stranger, the life lamp's miniature projection in the headquarters hadn't captured any useful information.
This meant...
At the moment his body was destroyed, his soul was instantly and mercilessly annihilated.
The life lamp's residual image didn't even have time to imprint the events that occurred.
Thinking of this, the Ghost-Faced Hall Master felt an inexplicable dullness in his heart.
The Divine Hall Master's body still had its uses; it would be good if it could be recovered...
The dozen trusted confidantes around the Ghost-Faced Hall Master began searching near the entrance of the tunnel, following a faint, almost imperceptible aura.
"Hall Master," one of them called out.
The Ghost-Faced Hall Master walked over, his eyes somewhat complicated as he looked at the dark, cavernous pit below.
The Nine-Star Killing Array within the sacred land must have been activated.
The Ghost-Faced Hall Master was somewhat bewildered.
This sacred land wasn't somewhere any outsider could just enter.
That meant someone had led Qiao Mu and the others here to escape, and then this place became the burial ground of the Divine Hall Master.
Mi Yan!
The Ghost-Faced Hall Master gritted his teeth. It must have been Mi Yan who brought them here.