Young Master Wushuang smiled and stopped talking about the matter. Instead, he glanced at the numerous cultivators and said, "I believe everyone here knows the history of our Divine Weapon Sect."
The cultivators present nodded, some shook their heads, while Yu Quanzhen remained lost in thought, seemingly troubled by something.
"Well, while most of you know the history of our Divine Weapon Sect, you don't know the true extent of its power, or how glorious it was before its decline."
"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when I perished on Changsheng Island, I vowed three things: one day I would defy the will of heaven and be reborn, I would reunite the demonic path, and I would..."
Young Master Wushuang paused at this point.
While many present knew something about the Divine Weapon Sect, few knew who had defeated Young Master Wushuang, or how the Divine Weapon Sect ultimately perished.
Hearing Young Master Wushuang's words, many cultivators were surprised and shocked, yet also curious, wanting to know Young Master Wushuang's final thought. But at this moment, Young Master Wushuang stopped talking.
In the Divine Map.
"Wuxiang, do you know the origins of Young Master Wushuang and the Divine Weapon Sect?"
Ming Qi didn't know much about the Divine Weapon Sect and Young Master Wushuang, but hearing him speak, he imagined it must have been a significant event, so he asked Wuxiang.
To his surprise, Wuxiang responded with disdain, saying, "He's just a small fry at best. Naturally, I don't know anything about such a minor figure."
Well, Ming Qi stopped asking. It seemed that Wuxiang knew nothing about Young Master Wushuang and the Divine Weapon Sect.
Through the Divine Map, Ming Qi shifted his gaze outside.
A large group of people were still standing in front of the temple's gate. Young Master Wushuang finally spoke again.
"My third thought is to annihilate all those self-proclaimed righteous sects and expose their hideous faces."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire summit of Mount Osho erupted in an uproar.
No one had expected that Young Master Wushuang harbored such a strong grudge against righteous cultivators. It seemed his death was inextricably linked to them.
"But since you're here today, I'll let you onto the mountain and give you a chance to survive."
Young Master Wushuang spoke with a calm demeanor, as if he were the master of Mount Osho at this very moment, holding everyone's life and death in his hands.
The surrounding cultivators immediately erupted in discussion.
Until then, Yu Quanzhen, who had remained silent until then, finally spoke.
"Who are you?"
Unexpectedly, Yu Quanzhen addressed himself not to Young Master Wushuang but to the masked figure standing behind him.
"Me?"
Seeing Yu Quanzhen's question, the masked figure chuckled involuntarily, then idly admired his pair of colorful metal gloves.
"You don't need to know who I am. At this moment, all you need to understand is one thing: I know your thoughts, what you've done, and what you intend to do now!"
As soon as this person spoke, a wave of excitement surged.
The cultivators present were bewildered, unsure of what this person meant.
What had Yu Quanzhen done?
Did his purpose for coming to Mount Osho differ from the others? Did he have another secret?
For a moment, many cultivators looked at Yu Quanzhen with suspicion.
Yu Quanzhen's face was as gloomy as water, as if he had no idea what the person was saying.
"Hehe, what do you know?"
The man didn't answer. Instead, he turned his gaze to Young Master Wushuang and asked, "Young Master Wushuang, isn't it time for the altar in this temple to be opened?"
Altar?
Young Master Wushuang smiled slightly. "The altar will be opened soon, but I have to tell you, it won't take long. It'll only take an hour. Only if you prepare within this hour will you get what you want. If you take longer than that, you'll have to wait until next time."
"Hehe, I can't wait any longer."
The masked man smiled, his eyes scanning the numerous cultivators from beneath the mask.
"It seems that there are many secrets hidden on the summit of Mount Osho."
After listening to their conversation, Ming Qi didn't quite understand what was involved, but the mention of sacrificial altars suggested a connection to the gods.
As he spoke, the masked man's eyes finally locked onto Madam Rose, who was standing not far from Yu Quanzhen.
"Haha, you can be my stepping stones on my path to greatness."
The young man suddenly sneered, his body swaying in place. The next moment, he vanished, leaving almost no one present able to see where he had gone.
However, even as everyone was stunned, Yu Quanzhen also moved. With a whoosh, he didn't move in any other direction, but instead, he swung directly to Madam Rose's side. Then, with both hands extended, a vast blast of Martial King True Energy erupted.
Boom!
A shadow fell, and within the True Energy released by Yu Quanzhen, the masked man's silhouette gradually emerged.
"Haha, then I'll settle for the next best thing."
The masked man gave a strange smile, moved again, and then vanished without a trace.
"City Lord Jade, what on earth is going on?"
Madam Rose was also somewhat terrified. He was a woman, after all. While he was quite formidable, she didn't think she could dodge the man's uncanny aggression.
"Don't ask. I don't have time to explain now."
Yu Quanzhen quickly responded, then saw a large golden hand suddenly reach out from the void not far away, a dazzling light flashing.
"It's you!"
A voice rang out, and a cultivator was unexpectedly captured by the massive golden arm.
The masked figure appeared and gently tapped the captured cultivator with his right hand. A silver cage encased the cultivator.
The captured cultivator was also a female cultivator, estimated to be at the fifth level of the Innate Realm, but now, the masked figure had easily captured and trapped her. She had no power to resist, and she was instantly panicked, her face pale.
At that moment, a rumbling sound erupted from the hall, shaking the earth. Then, a thousand dark rays of light emanated from the temple.
"Alright, the altar is open. Everyone, why don't you come with me to take a look?"
Young Master Wushuang said with a smile, then led Mieshen and Mengling directly into the temple.