The old man led the way, followed by Li Miao and three Great Witches, winding through the Cave until they reached an inconspicuous cave entrance.
The faces of several Miao people were pale.
Clearly, the Miao King was located here, and these Miao people from the Twelve Sect Branches were truly terrified of her to their very core.
Li Miao asked casually as he walked.
“Speaking of which, what did you mean by ‘unsealing’ the Miao King earlier?”
The old man moved cautiously, looking left and right as he replied.
“We used some special Witchcraft to block the Miao King’s senses.”
“The Miao King’s body and habits are already similar to Witchcraft; without external stimulation, she will fall into dormancy. It was because of this that we dared to secretly make arrangements and deliver the clues into your hands.”
“However, if she awakens, she will immediately discover what we have done. At that time, we will surely die.”
“Previously, we thought that since the imperial court hadn’t received the clues and we had no opportunity to send further messages, we would have to awaken her. After she killed us, and the imperial army swept through, she would likely keep a portion of the people for her use.”
At this point, the old man couldn’t help but sigh.
“But if she sees you, and knows we led outsiders in, I’m afraid she won’t hold back at all.”
“Oh.”
Li Miao responded, noncommittally, and the hearts of the few Miao people sank even further.
After walking a few dozen more steps, the old man stopped.
“Sir, this is it.”
He squatted down and lifted a well-camouflaged stone slab on the ground, revealing a jar inside.
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The old man picked up the jar and turned to look at Li Miao.
“Sir, this is the Witchcraft that seals the Miao King. If just one dies, the entire containment system will collapse, and the Miao King will awaken.”
“The terror of the Miao King is truly not an exaggeration.”
“Sir, please reconsider. Are you really not going to wait for the imperial army?”
Li Miao glanced at him, then raised his hand and unleashed a Xuantian Finger.
“So long-winded.”
Crack.
Clatter—
Pffft.
With a soft sound, the jar shattered, its fragments scattering on the ground, revealing a completely black cicada, which Li Miao’s finger strike had pulverized.
In the silence, the faces of the few Great Witches grew paler and paler.
Within the passage, only their increasingly heavy breathing echoed.
After a long while, a “rustling, rustling” sound suddenly came from deep within the cave. At first, it was barely audible, but then it gradually became dense and piercing, making one’s eardrums tremble as if they would split apart.
“She’s awake…”
The old man murmured.
However, the commotion lasted for a while and then stopped on its own. The cave fell silent once more.
“Did she fall back asleep?”
Li Miao raised an eyebrow.
“No.”
The old man shook his head.
“The Miao King’s habits are no different from Witchcraft. If there’s movement, that’s good. Now that there’s no movement, it means she has already discovered us, hidden herself, and is preparing to strike.”
“Things have come to this… Sir, please follow me!”
The old man had also studied Witchcraft since childhood, and his character naturally possessed a ruthless streak. Now that there was no turning back, he gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and no longer hesitated.
“Use the ‘Transformation’ incantation!”
He shouted, raising his hand first, revealing sharp nails, and fiercely slashing his own wrist, causing blood to gush out.
The old man brought the wound to his mouth, greedily sucking his own blood until the wound turned white. Then he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and slammed it into his stomach.
“Ugh—”
He vomited a mouthful of filth, from which a spider the size of a fist crawled out. It crawled up the old man’s leg to his neck and bit down.
The old man’s face instantly turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and saliva drooled from his mouth. At the same time, his originally hunched figure suddenly straightened, and his shrunken muscles swelled, instantly transforming him into a towering man.
The other three Great Witches followed suit, all becoming tall and powerful.
However, the Witchcraft they had vomited out lay overturned on the ground, lifeless.
“Oh, so many tricks.”
Li Miao exclaimed.
“Sir, this ‘Transformation’ incantation can only last for less than half an hour, after which we will be useless. Let’s hurry up and depart.”
The old man said.
“Good.”
Li Miao nodded, using his lightness skill, he drifted swiftly towards the depths of the cave entrance like a wisp of smoke.
The few Great Witches followed behind him, running with great momentum, thundering forward together.
In just a moment, they reached the cave entrance.
However, Li Miao raised a hand, stopping the Great Witches.
No mistake, one shot, one hair, one internal, one content, in one look!
“Stop, don’t fall.”
The old man peered out of the cave, momentarily speechless.
Beyond this cave entrance, it was completely empty, with no place to stand.
He looked around. The small Cave in his memory had transformed into a spherical cavern a hundred zhang wide. Hundreds of thousands of cave entrances were densely distributed on the stone walls, and at this moment, they were peering out from one of them.
At the center of the bottom of this empty cavern, there seemed to be a large expanse of black and white liquid, constantly churning.
The old man fixed his gaze and was so shocked he couldn’t speak.
That was no liquid… it was clearly countless snakes, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, completely black with white patterns.
They were entangled together, slowly wriggling, looking from afar like rippling water.
“The fields of Yongzhou produce strange snakes: black-bodied with white patterns, they kill all plants they touch; if they bite a person, there is no antidote…”
“Sir, be careful. You must not be bitten by these snakes, or there will be no cure.”
The old man murmured.
As he was speaking, he heard an “Oh” from beside him.
A figure walked past him and jumped down.
“Sir!?”
He cried out in alarm.
How could this Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) be so reckless!?
It’s over, it’s over. If he wants to die, fine, but don’t drag us down with him!
Just as he was at a loss, he heard Li Miao’s faint voice say.
“Just attack from a distance, isn’t that enough?”
“Have you ever heard of a palm technique that descends from the heavens?”
The old man was stunned.
“Wh-what…”
Li Miao had fallen halfway when he suddenly paused in mid-air, his body abruptly rising by a zhang, then floating like a falling leaf above the vast expanse of snakes.
“It’s the Great Nine Heavens Palm.”
In mid-air, a true qi palm print, about a zhang square, faintly appeared and then suddenly descended.
Boom!!!!
In an instant, sound waves surged, shaking all directions.
Splash! —
Like a ripe persimmon, violently punched, juice splattered everywhere!
That black and white mass suddenly had a large empty space.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Countless true qi palm prints fell, dust flew, blood splattered, even crossing a hundred zhang of space and splashing onto the old man’s clothes, instantly turning them black.
The cloth rotted and fell to the ground, hissing.
The old man, however, didn’t notice in the slightest. He stared blankly at Li Miao, muttering.
“It’s clearly the Ming Cult’s ‘Great Nine Heavens Palm’…”
“What kind of cultivation is this…”