Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 553 My name is White Bone, and I have come here to slay those who usurp the Dao.
With the Vermilion Bird Ancestor's rebuke, the group remained silent.

We quickly arrived at the base of the statue, in a narrow corridor.

The corridor was silent and deep, like the open mouth of an abyss.

As soon as Li Wushou approached, his flesh and blood suddenly trembled slightly, his mind sharpened, and his cicada-wing-like body was instantly enveloped in gauze.

The true form of the Beastmaster should be inside!
As the crowd stepped into the area, one by one, the blood lamps slowly lit up.

Until they passed through a vermilion gate engraved with the shadows of many birds, their eyes lit up.

A figure as majestic as a mountain sat with his back to the crowd in the center of the hall.

The aura was as deep and overwhelming as the ocean, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

This is the mighty ruler who has ruled the Beast Domain for over a thousand years—the Venerable of the Beasts!
The patriarchs of the four clans—Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger—also sat cross-legged behind the crowd, their backs to everyone.

Behind the four were a group of mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators from their clan, fewer in number than the early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, only five in total.

Contrary to popular belief, the main hall was not filled with other resident disciples.

Including the Venerable One of Ten Thousand Beasts, there are a total of ten!

Upon seeing this, the leading Vermilion Bird Clan Nascent Soul cultivator hurriedly knelt down and bowed to the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts above him:
"Greetings, Great Venerable One! Greetings, Four Ancestors!"

The others behind him also knelt on the ground, leaving only the tavern owner, who was under Li Wushou's control, standing in place, openly scrutinizing the Beast Venerable.

A flash of blood-red light appeared, and the Vermilion Bird Ancestor beneath the Venerable Beasts slowly rose to his feet.

Turning to stare at the tavern owner, he shouted:

"How dare you! Now that you have seen the Venerable One, why do you not bow?"

Just like before, her opening was difficult and obscure, but then it gradually became smooth.

The Vermilion Bird Clan members who were still kneeling were startled. They glanced around and realized the tavern owner's rudeness.

The Vermilion Bird Clan's Nascent Soul cultivator felt a chill run down his spine, then revealed a cold smile.

Has this person gone mad?

How dare you be so disrespectful in front of a venerable one?
He's truly hopeless; such an opportunist is utterly unfit for respect.

That's fine, saves me the trouble of killing him!

But the tavern owner remained unperturbed, calmly stepping past the six kneeling figures, turning back to the Vermilion Bird Ancestor, and smiling:
"Your physical bodies are empty, yet you strike such a pose. What kind of enlightenment have you attained?"

Upon hearing this, the entire hall fell silent.

Even the Vermilion Bird Ancestor seemed to be caught off guard by what the tavern owner had said and fell silent.

The Vermilion Bird Clan's Nascent Soul cultivators, realizing what was happening, changed their expressions.

He thought the old patriarch was simply too disdainful to lay a hand on the tavern owner.

Seeing that the opportunity was rare, the Vermilion Bird Clan's Nascent Soul cultivator's face flashed with a fierce look, and he suddenly stood up and shouted:
"How dare you! You spout such nonsense before the Venerable One! I'll kill you!"

The moment he finished speaking, a flame flashed in the eyes of the Vermilion Bird Clan's Nascent Soul cultivator, and a palm-sized Vermilion Bird suddenly flew out from between his brows.

This bird, half-human and half-bird, is the very essence of this person.

A blazing flame enveloped the primordial spirit and rushed rapidly toward Li Wushou.

Li Wushou continued to observe the people in the main hall, gaining some understanding of Mo Cang's tricks.

Facing the overconfident Vermilion Bird Clan's Nascent Soul cultivators, Li Wushou didn't even turn his head.

Raise your left hand and swat it backward as if swatting a fly.

The Vermilion Bird's primordial spirit fire that had charged forward was instantly extinguished, and its body was swept back as if it had crashed into a divine mountain.

The terrifying force caused the flesh and blood that had just been born on his primordial spirit to shatter instantly.

The intense pain caused the other person to scream uncontrollably.

Li Wushou had long been disgusted with this Vermilion Bird Clan Nascent Soul cultivator who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and whose mind wasn't very sharp. After swatting him away, he didn't stop.

The flesh of the left index finger was writhing, and the joint was directly dislodged.

Like a long nail, it pierced through the void and nailed into his primordial spirit.

The wailing stopped abruptly. The force pierced through the void, and the bone nail, carrying the spirit of the victim, was firmly nailed to a nearby pillar, causing the pillar to crack repeatedly with a snapping sound.

The kneeling Nascent Soul cultivators stared in disbelief at the tavern owner, who stood proudly with his back to them.

He instantly killed a peerless genius?
When did a tavern owner who was obsessed with brewing wine and flattering the powerful acquire such skills? Just then, the tavern owner moved.

The five people gasped and quickly got up to create some distance between themselves.

However, the tavern owner ignored them completely and instead slowly walked behind a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who was sitting cross-legged.

This person was quite familiar to Li Wushou; he was the one who had received the Xuanhuang Temple group a few days earlier, and the other party had entered the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace yesterday.

With a thought, Li Wushou kicked his opponent in the back.

His body, which had originally exuded the aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the five people behind him had a sudden thought, and then they saw a large gash suddenly appear on the chest of the fallen body, from which a yellowish-white substance flowed out with a "whoosh".

The body, like a deflated balloon, collapsed.

A series of unexpected events finally made the five realize that something was wrong!
Let's not even talk about why the tavern owner suddenly became so powerful that he dared to act recklessly in front of the Venerable One.

The Venerable One, who had remained silent until now, the four clan ancestors, who stood as still as mountains, and the Great Cultivator, who had suddenly turned into an empty shell of flesh after falling to the ground.

Recalling the tavern owner's earlier words, "The body is empty?"
All of this is extremely eerie!

They are not stupid people, but where is this place?
This is the palace of the Venerable One of Ten Thousand Beasts—the Palace of Ten Thousand Beasts!
Who could possibly set up such a situation here?

Just then, a soft hum came from inside the hall.

Still in shock, the five people immediately used their primordial spirit to seal off their five senses, but their eardrums still ruptured and blood flowed out.

The group of powerful cultivators, who had been sitting cross-legged with their backs to the crowd, collapsed to the ground at the same time, like wheat harvested in autumn.

Just like the man who had been kicked down by Li Wushou earlier, various kinds of yellow and white rotten flesh were spilled all over the ground.

The four clan ancestors, along with the other three, slowly rose to their feet, just like the Vermilion Bird Ancestor, gazing at Li Wushou, who remained composed in the center of the hall.

Suddenly, a gash appeared on the chests of the four men, and four streams of blood, wriggling like giant leeches, flowed from their bodies.

A blood-red light flickered as four men in blood-red robes stood before the hall, gazing intently at the tavern owner.

At the same time, a beam of blood-red light spread out from the left shoulder of the Beast Venerable, who was facing away from everyone, and gathered into a human figure on the broad shoulder of the Beast Venerable.

The opponent, Li Wushou, was about the same height as the real person. He wore a long red robe, had a somewhat effeminate face, and a blood moon on his forehead. Just one look at him sent chills down one's spine.

Behind him, thousands of blood lines converged into a stream of blood, closely connected to the body of the Beast Venerable.

This man is none other than Mo Cang, son of Moro!

The moment the other party appeared, he also stared at Li Wushou with an indifferent expression.

A crimson moon flashed between his brows, and a voice rang out:
"Who are you, daring to inquire about my path?"

As the sound rang out, the hall reverberated continuously. The massive body of the Beast Venerable stood up quietly, slowly turned around, and, like the Mo Cang on his shoulder, looked down at Li Wushou.

That oppressive question just now actually came from the mouth of the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts!
The five people, their eardrums gushing blood, stared at the gaping hole in the chest of the Beast Master and the writhing, bloody light emanating from the opening. Their faces were pale, and they cried out in horror:

"Great One!"

"This is impossible!"

"Great Venerable One"

Li Wushou looked at the physical body of the Ten Thousand Beasts Venerable and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mo Cang actually used the body of the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts as a puppet.
Li Wushou did not question Mo Cang's methods, but this scene was somewhat different from what he had imagined.

Shouldn't Mo Cang be spending all his energy preparing his physical body so that he can devour his own Dao completely?
All that effort, just for a Venerable One's physical body puppet?
Moreover, at such a close distance, Li Wushou was unable to find the wisp of life force hanging in the body of the Ten Thousand Beasts Venerable.

Li Wushou's mind bypassed the physical body of the Beast Venerable and wanted to see what was behind him.

Just then, an angry snort rose again, blocking Li Wushou's divine sense back.

The fact that the Venerable One has not arrived is indeed somewhat troublesome.

Unable to fully utilize the power of their primordial spirit and special vision to perceive all directions.

But you can't watch it?
Li Wushou's mind stirred, a smile appeared on his lips, and he replied loudly:

"My name is White Bone, and I am the best friend of all beasts."

Entrusted with this mission on his deathbed, I have come to slay the usurper!

"Greetings, Holy Son of Moro!"

(End of this chapter)