"A way to find the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda?"0

The words made Chu Liang's heart skip a beat.0

He had just returned from the battlefield at Devil Illusion Mountain. Daoist Yan, who had also taken part in the battle, was injured in the final explosion caused by the Ghost King and had come back early.0

Chu Liang, however, had stayed behind to handle the aftermath before he could leave.0

It was hard to kill off those disciples of the Dark King Sect. After their leader died, the True Form of Ksitigarbha spun out of control. No matter their cultivation level, the remaining disciples stood no chance against the legendary artifacts. Those who dropped to their knees and begged for mercy had a faint hope of survival. But those who tried to flee met a swift end. A single sweep from the Divine Mirror of the Eight Trigrams or a slash from the Chunyang Ancient Sword erased them completely. Not even ashes remained.0

In the face of legendary artifacts, sheer numbers meant nothing when cultivation levels were low.0

The disciples of the West Sea Diabolical Forces were stunned. Judging by the Great...0