Quietly watching Guo Dian lying on the ground, Chu Weiyang's expression once again returned to the previous state of silence and numbness.
He might still be in pain, but that pain, accompanied by Guo Dian's death, seemed to have surpassed a certain threshold, snapping like a taut string.
Suddenly, he was no longer in pain.
Like the first wave in an endless ocean, like the first falling rock on a towering mountain, like the first spark in a lush forest.
That pain originating from within did not dissipate, but in an extremely short time, it was transformed into something else—anger! Unprecedented anger! Anger towards the Demon-Sealing Cave, towards the Qianyuan Sword Sect, towards everyone who decided to feed them pig feed every day! If there was any justice in the world, it should be them lying on the ground at this moment! Standing still, the young man took a deep breath.
In a daze, he seemed to have a misconception that the boundless anger at this moment was also ingested into the Dantian Cauldron, the anger was burned by the inner fire, wandering between the five viscera and six bowels, refining an unprecedented "great medicine" on another level! But in the end, he calmed down.
The young man just stared fixedly at Guo Dian's figure.
He bent down, gently lifted the already very thin Guo Dian, and parted the crowd in the stone cave.
In just a few steps, Chu Weiyang carried Guo Dian to the deepest part of the cave.
It seemed like there should have been a further way forward.
If that path was still open, the cave would have looked more like a mine, but at some point, that section of the road collapsed, blocking the end of the cave with jagged rocks.
In one corner, many rocks were deliberately stacked, the jagged stones were smashed, and the edges were ground away as much as possible.
Person-sized pits were crookedly presented there.
This was the last bit of human touch in this eerie and sinister place.
Like a chaotic burial ground, with no Feng Shui principles to speak of, Chu Weiyang found a relatively clean and spacious pit, and buried Guo Dian's body in it.
Several pieces of rocks were densely laid on top of the pit, looking like a bulging and shapeless grave mound.
With a heavy expression, Chu Weiyang finally sighed.
It should be done this way for the final rites.
Standing still, the young man pushed the golden mountain and knelt directly in front of Guo Dian's grave.
Bowing deeply, Chu Weiyang's forehead slammed straight into the ground.
Just then, a muffled sound suddenly rang out, strangely enough, for a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the sound came from outside the cave or from the closed passage.
Immediately after, dust fell from the top of the cave, and in the next moment, the rumbling tremors of the earth became clear and distinct.
An earthquake? Chu Weiyang raised an eyebrow.
Can our simple act of bowing have such a great impact? Before Chu Weiyang's leisurely thoughts could continue, in just two or three breaths, there was a thunderous roar from outside the cave.
The resounding voice echoed between heaven and earth. "How dare you! This place is the location of the Qianyuan Sword Sect! The land of the Demon-Sealing Cave! Who are you to dare disturb our sect's formation! Do you want to test the sharpness of our swords?" Glancing over, Chu Weiyang knelt at the deepest part of the cave, looking at the narrow entrance of the cave from a distance.
With just this sentence, the whole situation became clear in an instant.
Chu Weiyang observed keenly, and by now, those who were alert had already seen someone breaking through the mountain, causing chaos in the Demon-Sealing Cave.
Without knowing where the strength came from, bending over, taking a few quick steps, Chu Weiyang swiftly rushed out of the cave and fled.
Seeing someone taking the lead, the hearts of the people in the cramped cave were even more unsettled.
Rolling his eyes, Chu Weiyang cursed the fools in his heart, then didn't get up, but instead rolled slightly forward, like an arrow leaving the bowstring, slipping into an empty pit.
Immediately after, Chu Weiyang sat up from the pit, deftly picked up several large boulders, which conveniently covered the pit.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Weiyang buried himself in the pit.
The next moment, a cold voice seemed to transmit from a distant place to the cave.
"Ha! The location of the Sword Sect? The land of Demon-Sealing? Why did you arrest my junior nephew? He is the legitimate son of Daoist Chunyu from Dongling! He grew up under the knees of the Danxia Old Mother on Tingchang Mountain! You, with just that sentence, have offended two families!"
"I won't ask who you are, but when I break the formation, charge into the Demon-Sealing Cave, and rescue my junior nephew, then the Chunyu family of Dongling and the lineage of Tingchang Mountain will naturally come to the Sword Sect's gate to ask about this matter!"
The voice transmitted from afar was already thunderous and furious, and then, amidst the shaking of the earth and mountains, it was more like a continuous storm after the thunder had passed!
In the next moment, various desperate screams continued to sound, rocks fell, Chu Weiyang's vision darkened, making it impossible to discern the situation outside clearly, only the thunderous roar could still be heard from far outside the cave.
"Ha! Even if there are misunderstandings inside, there is no reason to break into the mountain like this! To save your so-called nephew, disrupt the formation, and stir up the earth dragon, how many lives have been lost in just these two actions! Is there any reason in front of my Sword Sect's gate? Under the Danxia Old Mother's sect? Friend, I'm sorry, I'll have to take you down, and then we can talk about the misunderstandings!"
Following that, the cold voice of a woman, seemingly angry, sneered.
"Fine, let's settle this between us! Let's see who is right in action!"
Then, accompanied by the continuous rolling of the earth dragon in the Demon-Sealing Cave, the majestic and fierce Qi accumulated under the mountain's mineral veins, at this moment, burst like a breached dam, surging towards the sky along the mountain's turmoil! Lying in the pit, Chu Weiyang felt intense pain almost simultaneously spreading from his limbs and bones.
The next moment, the young man's vision darkened, and he lost consciousness. - In a daze, Chu Weiyang seemed to have had a long dream, where everything was bizarre: mud and stones growing vigorously along with steel and iron, colorful lights absorbing people's minds, ferocious beasts roaring past, and silent fire and light piercing through the universe.
After that, everything quietly dissipated.
Only the long-lasting hunger, boundless pain, and escalating anger remained! The intertwined dreams of past and present finally woke Chu Weiyang up from his daze.
Lying horizontally in the pit, everything was peaceful around.
Without the resounding voices and the rumbling of the mountain collapse.
He tentatively raised his hand and pushed the large stone covering the pit.
Whether it was due to the eruption of Qi, the originally hard boulder had become brittle.
With a slight effort, Chu Weiyang lifted it up.
What he saw was a ground covered with corpses.
This time, Chu Weiyang didn't have any emotions to speak of.
After all, since the day they were imprisoned in this Demon-Sealing Cave, logically speaking, these people should have died a long time ago, and there was no difference between being dead and alive.
Slowly walking to the entrance of the cave.
The intense sunlight shone through, causing Chu Weiyang to squint his eyes, almost shedding tears.
Then, a faint groan caught Chu Weiyang's attention.
Not far from the mountain road, a huge rock seemed to have fallen from the top of the mountain, blocking the road tightly.
Under the giant rock, the steward Ma lay sideways, with most of his body outside, and the lower half of his body disappeared under the boulder.
As for the whip, it was nowhere to be seen.
Struggling to twitch the corners of his mouth, Chu Weiyang probably wanted to smile, but he couldn't seem to manage it.
He just twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at Steward Ma. "Oh! Steward Ma, still alive?" Many books are hard to find now, so cherish what you have.