The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river..."

He muttered to himself, his voice becoming more muffled and hoarse through the mask, yet carrying a chilling, venomous edge.

"The one surnamed Zuo..."

We'll see.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly without pausing.

His dark black flying fish robe traced a sharp arc as he strode down a winding blue stone path beside Wangyun Cliff, his steps steady and firm, toward the main hall of the former Changqing Sect, which symbolized the core of power and rule.

Sunlight filtered through the dim, yellowish haze, falling on his hideous demon mask and his tall, spear-like back, casting a long, cold shadow on the ground.

The shadows stretched out, as if trying to merge into this land that had just been soaked in blood and was about to welcome a new master.

The "seed" of the Diluo Sect has already silently laid its first piece of revenge in the distant Western Lands.

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at the same time.

Yanfu Mountain Range.

The once majestic and imposing mountain gate of a powerful demonic sect has now been reduced to a devastated ruin.

On the main peak, the most magnificent and ferocious "Hall of Ten Thousand Souls" had already collapsed in the previous battle, leaving only a few charred pillars and shattered boulders carved with evil spirits.

The huge plaza in front of the palace, once smooth black stone slabs, is now covered with crisscrossing cracks. Some cracks are bottomless, with dark red, not yet fully cooled magma slowly flowing in the depths, emitting scorching air and the smell of sulfur.

In the center of the square, a huge crater with a diameter of over a hundred feet and a depth of tens of feet was smashed out. The walls of the crater were charred black, and the bottom of the crater could be vaguely seen to be the grotesque and twisted shapes formed by the re-solidification of melted rocks.

Further away, most of the other side halls, pavilions, towers, and caves were also severely damaged.

Some were cut in half at the waist, with their upper halves missing;

Some had their roofs completely blown off, leaving only bare walls;

Some were completely reduced to mountains of rubble and gravel.

Broken beams and pillars, shattered roof tiles, twisted metal components, and various fragments whose original appearance could not be discerned were mixed with bloodstains, ashes, and dust, covering every inch of land within sight.

The air was filled with a complex and nauseating smell.

The strong stench of blood had not completely dissipated, mixed with the acrid smell of burning buildings, the sulfurous smell of rocks molten at high temperatures, and the chaotic spiritual energy radiation left behind after the clash of supernatural powers.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow, stirring up ashes and small pebbles from the ground, making a mournful sound that added to the deathly stillness and desolation.

Ironically, the culprit behind these ruins was not the newly promoted [Nine Heavens Taihua Purple Void Responding Thunder Ancestor True Lord].

Throughout the entire process, she never actually launched an attack on this mountain range.

Almost all the destruction came from Xia Zhu's final, frenzied sacrifice and attack.

The various supernatural powers and magical treasures activated by the hundredfold power of the Purple Mansion Perfection, as well as the energy rampage caused by the backlash of the multiple rule sacrifices, are the "culprits" that have ravaged Yanfu Mountain to this extent.

All Zuo Qingqiu did was stroll leisurely amidst the storm of attacks, parrying each move as it came, and then quietly watch as her opponent, having exhausted all her strength and life, walked towards destruction on its own.

She looked down at the ruins below, which once symbolized the glory of the Diluo Sect for tens of thousands of years, but now only broken walls and the aura of death remained. A faint, almost indifferent doubt flashed in her cold eyes.

"guard……"

She spoke softly to herself, her voice exceptionally clear above the empty, desolate ruins.

"So, what exactly is she protecting?"

Protecting her fellow disciples? She indirectly sacrificed the entire sect herself.

Guarding the mountain gate? Yet, in battle, she ruthlessly destroyed this foundation.

Zuo Qingqiu shook her head slightly.

She couldn't understand it.

Perhaps, there's no need to understand.

Everyone's path and everyone's obsessions are different.

She was just completing her mission.

Revenge, establish authority, and erase the Di Luo Sect.

The mission is now basically complete.

All that's left is to clear out the loot.

For a Golden Core True Monarch, most of the ordinary spiritual jade, materials, and pills stored in the Diluo Sect's treasury are no longer of much use.

However, the cultivation methods, secret techniques, rare spiritual materials, and even some strange objects that may contain ancient secrets accumulated by a sect that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years are still valuable.

Especially for a sect like Taihua Sect, enriching its foundation and drawing inferences from similar cases might allow it to glimpse some of the secrets of ancient inheritances, or perhaps find a way to restrain other demonic sects.

Zuo Qingqiu stopped thinking about it and her mind stirred slightly.

The vast and boundless golden core divine sense, like a boundless ocean, instantly centered on her, spreading like mercury across the ground, penetrating every nook and cranny, sweeping domineeringly across every corner, every inch of land, and every crack in the ruins of the entire Yanfu Mountain Range below!

Wherever divine sense goes, nothing can hide.

The remaining building structures, hidden underground chambers, collapsed warehouses, buried storage shelves, and even some secret spaces that were protected by special restrictions but were damaged by the violent earthquake and energy impact...

All places where "valuable items" might exist were clearly "marked" by her divine sense.

Then, she pointed her fingers like a sword and gently tapped the air.

"Photograph."

It is just a simple syllable, yet it seems to contain some kind of invisible royal decree.

The next moment, an amazing sight occurred.

Below, amidst the ruins, countless objects seemed to be grasped by invisible hands, and began to "move" on their own!

Amidst the shattered ruins of the palace, books, jade slips, animal hide scrolls, and stone inscriptions—some complete, some broken, made of various materials—escaped from the rubble, smashed open the broken doors and windows, and even pierced through the remaining ceiling, transforming into streaks of light—some bright white, some pale gold, and some grayish-black—that soared into the air!

Beneath the ruins of the collapsed warehouse, boxes, chests, bottles, and storage bags of varying sizes and materials shook off the rubble and beams pressing down on them, emerging from the ground with varying degrees of spiritual light, and merging into the ever-growing "river of light" in the air!

Behind the hidden stone walls of the secret chamber, magical treasures, artifacts, and strange objects, which were protected by restrictions that were now broken, sensed the irresistible pull and broke free from their restraints, piercing through the stone walls and joining this strange "pilgrimage"!

Even in some deeper cracks and caves, objects that had been buried or collapsed during previous battles were forcibly "sucked" up and brought back to the surface.

In just a few breaths.

Centered on the plaza below Zuo Qingqiu, countless objects radiating various colors of spiritual light converged from all directions like rivers flowing into the sea, piling up and stacking in the air below her...

Ultimately, a "treasure mountain" was formed, which was tens of feet high and covered an area of ​​nearly a hundred feet, and was made up of countless books, jade boxes, magical treasures and strange objects.

The "treasure mountain" is faintly radiant with precious light, and its spiritual energy is mixed with an aura of "foundation" accumulated over tens of thousands of years, which is quite remarkable.

In fact, if the defectors hadn't taken away most of the treasures, this "treasure mountain" could have been even higher, bigger, and more luxurious.