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Chapter 146 The Holy Sect of Annihilation
Meng Xihong looked at the black iron token his son handed him, and when he saw the black sun slowly sinking on the back of the token, his pupils suddenly contracted.

An aura far more ancient and sinister than that of the Blood God Cult emanated from the token.

Just then, the communication jade slip at his waist lit up.

It is Hebei North Sichuan.

His voice was low, yet it conveyed an overwhelming sense of astonishment.

"Sect Master, Tonghe County, Huichun Medical Clinic... I found a token and a secret letter in a hidden compartment here!"

Meng Xihong did not reply immediately, but fell into a long silence.

The same strange symbol appeared on two battlefields thousands of miles apart.

This is no coincidence.

“He Wen!” Meng Xihong’s voice suddenly turned icy.

"Disciple is here!" He Wen, who had been guarding outside the door, immediately pushed the door open and entered.

"Issue my order: the clearing operation is to be suspended. All outposts are to take cover and await further instructions."

"Also, please ask Senior Yun Songzi to come to the council hall as soon as possible."

……

Inside the council chamber, the lights were bright, but the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Meng Xihong placed two identical "Black Sun Tokens" on the table.

Yun Songzi stroked his beard and glanced at him. In an instant, all the smiles on that usually sleepy and cynical face vanished without a trace.

He stretched out his withered fingers and gently touched the token.

"Black Sun... swallowing the sun..."

"It was them... These filthy worms from the gutter, they're still alive."

"Senior recognizes this?" Meng Xihong's heart sank.

"It's more than just recognizing it." Yun Songzi slowly sat down, poured himself a cup of cool tea, drank it all in one gulp, and then let out a long sigh.

"When I was young, I read a handwritten note left by my master in the deepest forbidden pavilion of the academy."

The record states that during the ancient war of demonic invasion, not everyone sided with humanity.

"There are always some people who are greedy for life and blinded by greed. They fear the power of evil and turn to kneeling down to beg for surrender, betraying their master for personal gain, and becoming the lackeys of evil."

They provided intelligence to evil spirits, harmed the pillars of humanity, and committed countless heinous crimes.

"And this 'Black Sun' is the symbol of the largest and most mysterious organization among them—the 'World-Destroying Holy Sect'!"

"They believe in the doctrine of 'the sun comes down and the night is supreme,' and regard evil as gods who have come to save them from suffering. They take pride in sacrificing human beings."

In the ancient war, the sages of humanity paid a heavy price to seal away the Demon Emperor, and this World-Destroying Holy Sect also suffered a devastating blow, almost being uprooted.

As Yun Songzi spoke, a hint of lingering fear flashed in his eyes: "I never imagined that a thousand years later, they would rise from the ashes again."

This Blood God Cult is probably just a small pawn they've thrown out of Qingzhou. No wonder evil cultivators have been so prevalent these past few years; the root of the problem likely lies here.”

Meng Xihong's heart sank little by little.

He originally thought that his opponents were only the short-sighted immortal sects of Qingzhou.

Later, he believed that his opponent was the entire order of the Great Li Dynasty.

But now, Yun Songzi tells him that he has stepped into a dark war that has lasted for thousands of years and is about the survival of the human race!
"What kind of temptation could make these people betray humanity and become lackeys?" Meng Xihong asked in a low voice.

Yun Songzi sighed, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused, as if recalling those long-forgotten, bloody records.

"What the demons have given us is a shortcut... a shortcut to hell."

They passed down a fragmented cultivation technique called the "Domain Abyss Cult," which uses the essence and blood of its own kind as a catalyst and the sacrifice of living souls as fuel. This technique allows a mediocre cultivator to break through bottlenecks and gain power far exceeding their own level in a very short time.

"This technique will amplify the greed, tyranny, and selfishness in the cultivator's heart, turning them into a monster who only knows how to take and has no humanity."

Yun Songzi paused, lowering his voice even further, tinged with a complex mix of emotions and disgust. "But that 'Domain Abyss Evil Scripture' is a cultivation method used by extraterrestrial demons. It is incredibly profound, demanding extremely high levels of mental and physical strength from its practitioners. The slightest mistake can lead to self-destruction and death. Among those traitors, only a very few have managed to master it."

So, in order to spread their power more safely and quickly, these beasts dismantled and simplified the grimoire, creating countless more direct and bloodier derivative evil spells!

“Take the Blood God Sect for example,” Yun Songzi pointed to the token, “their cultivation method is a branch that specializes in the ‘blood’ path.”

They no longer sought the all-encompassing power of the cult classics, but only sought to purify blood essence as quickly as possible for their own use. And what kind of blood essence is the purest and most potent?

He didn't continue speaking, but his cloudy old eyes reflected Meng Xihong's suddenly tense face.

The answer is self-evident.

They are those martial artists with vigorous blood and exceptional talent, as well as... newborn children whose innate energy has not yet dissipated!

In their eyes, these children and women in labor are not life, but walking human medicine, perfect 'furnaces' and 'sacrifices' that can make their cultivation advance by leaps and bounds.

A chill crept up and spread wildly from the deepest part of Meng Xihong's heart.

"Ha, this group of people really shows the worst of human nature."

Then Meng Xihong recalled the strange news that had come from Yunzhou before, and the rampant evil cultivators in Qingzhou.

If this bloody and brutal evil magic and the power behind this Black Sun Token have spread across state borders, then the power of the mastermind behind it must be beyond imagination, and its target is by no means limited to just Qingzhou.

"Senior, do you think it's possible that Qingzhou Prefecture could also have been infiltrated by the Annihilation Holy Sect?"

“It’s more than just possible.” Yun Songzi gave a bitter smile. “Judging from the fact that your son was able to set such a precise trap, they are fully aware of our actions.”

This mole is probably already in a high position.

He looked at Meng Xihong with an extremely solemn expression: "Kid, you've probably stirred up a huge hornet's nest this time. I suggest you stop investigating this matter."

Meanwhile, Ji Beichuan and Zhang Xianghua, men who had survived countless battles and had heard the secrets, felt their hands and feet turn cold.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of the helplessness of not even knowing who their opponent is or where they are hiding.

“Senior.” Meng Xihong’s voice broke the silence. He slowly walked to the table, picked up a Black Sun Token, and gently stroked the silent black sun on it with his fingertips.

"Since this Annihilation Holy Sect is a lackey of the ancient demons, its actions must be extremely secretive, and it is skilled in stealth and disguise."

Our intelligence was leaked so accurately during this operation that there must be more than one mole, and one of them must be of high rank.

The relationship between us and them, whether as prey to be 'fed' or as enemies purging their wings, has become one of irreconcilable conflict.

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Yun Songzi nodded, his expression grave: "It's more than just that it can't be resolved peacefully."

Kid, you still don't understand what's most terrifying about these bedbugs.

He paused, lowering his voice even further: "They are vengeful, but they never act recklessly."

What they excel at is like a venomous snake, silently sneaking into your home and poisoning the place you trust most.

They exploit human greed, fear, and jealousy, promising immortality, power, or simply seizing upon someone's fatal weakness.

Turn your friends and subordinates into knives that stab you in the back.

This is their true method of revenge.

Meng Xihong's gaze swept over the loyal disciples outside the hall, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

“We can’t find out by investigating.” He shook his head. “Since the other party dared to set up a trap, they must have made preparations to hide it.”

"If we launch a large-scale investigation now, it will only alert them and allow them to hide even deeper."

"Then... what should we do?" He Wu couldn't help but ask from the side.

"No investigation." Meng Xihong uttered two words, but a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Not only will we not investigate, we'll also pretend we know nothing about it."

Meng Xihong walked up to the huge map of Qingzhou, his gaze sharp.

(End of this chapter)