Chapter 1530 - 444: Heart Mirror Vision from Yu Yan (6k)

Yuan Ya spoke to this point and suddenly shook violently, as if witnessing again the terrifying scene of that day.

Zhou Qing noticed the dwindling vitality within her, hastily transferring another strand of pure spiritual power, only to find it ineffective, like a clay ox entering the sea.

His brows were tightly furrowed.

Dragon Robe?

Is it the Old Emperor who has been in seclusion for years, or the current reigning Emperor?

No, it shouldn’t be that old fox Xuanyuan Chong.

That cowardly old fox never dares to step out of the Imperial City.

After all, the Dynastic Fortunes Golden Dragon is his last lifeline.

It was precisely thanks to this item that he was able to hold his own against the Yama wielding a replica Extreme Dao Weapon at Wuxiang Mountain.

Yuan Ya continued with difficulty: "Then... dozens of figures descended from the flying ship..."

Her voice was filled with deep terror, "Each one... emitting a suffocating oppression..."

"They... they didn’t even give us a chance to explain..."

Yuan Ya’s voice suddenly choked, "In just a brief moment... the entire Cyan Feather Immortal Sect... was left with nothing but corpses..."

Saying this, she could no longer restrain her emotions, crying out loud, then coughing violently, spurting a mouthful of fresh blood.

Zhou Qing hurriedly attempted to stabilize her injuries with spiritual power again, but found it futile.

At this moment, Yuan Ya also knew she was nearing the end, for she should have died three months ago.

No one knew how she had persevered until now, but being able to see Zhou Qing in her last moments was already a great fortune.

"Zhou Qing..." she whispered weakly, suddenly using all her strength to grab Zhou Qing’s arm, "I don’t have time... Quick... Search my soul..."

Zhou Qing’s right hand clenched tightly.

"Those people... I can’t explain... I can’t describe..." Yuan Ya’s bloodshot eyes widened, her breathing becoming more urgent, "Quick... there’s no time..."

Looking at her pleading eyes, Zhou Qing’s expression revealed reluctance.

Yet he understood that he had no choice at this moment; he must find out the whereabouts of the Taiqing Sect, and the truth behind all these events.

"Forgive me." Zhou Qing’s voice was hoarse.

Yuan Ya relaxedly smiled: "During the Five Sects War... you saved me so many times..."

Her voice faded, "Now... I can finally help you... I’m happy..."

After these words, she seemed to use her last bit of strength, her body softly collapsing to the ground, her gaze starting to disperse.

Zhou Qing’s eyes grew red, as he took a deep breath with closed eyes and gently pressed his trembling fingers to her forehead.

He gently probed into her Divine Sense, fearing to cause this senior sister any additional pain.

In an instant, countless memory fragments surged into his Sea of Consciousness.

When he clearly saw the familiar figures who destroyed the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect, Zhou Qing’s whole body shook violently.

"Yan Family——!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar echoed across the sky.

He never could have imagined that the Yan Family would investigate his whereabouts so quickly, and even strike first.

Three months ago, it was precisely when he had just set foot in the Holy Martial Dynasty’s territory!

Memory fragments flashed like a merry-go-round, scenes of tragic battles exploding in Zhou Qing’s Sea of Consciousness.

He saw the current Emperor Xuanyuan Hao standing hunched over, obsequiously on the side.

He saw the Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming’s bulging veins as he pinched Immortal Xuan You’s snow-white neck, grimly interrogating her.

Seventh Ancestor Yan Wutian laughed wildly as he waved his blood-red long blade, the blade bizarrely absorbing the blood mist and the wailing souls.

Ninth Ancestor Yan Wuxin’s delicate face bore an eerie smile as his ten fingers shot out thousands of spider-web-like spiritual power threads, making the Cyan Feather disciples kill each other like puppets.

And then there were more than ten figures emanating Spirit Slash pressure, indulging in slaughter across the Immortal Sect.

With just a wave of their hands, masses of disciples exploded and died, blood dyeing the entire mountain red.

"Boom!"

Zhou Qing’s entire body burst with uncontrolled spiritual power, the ground beneath him instantly cracked.

So it turned out that the origin of this entire disaster was himself!

In the next moment, the memory images abruptly stopped.

Zhou Qing slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the peaceful smile at the corner of Yuan Ya’s mouth.

He gently reached out and closed her eyelids: "Farewell, Senior Sister... for this vendetta, I will make the Yan Family pay with blood!"

And then, Zhou Qing held Yaoyao and soared into the air, overlooking the devastated land.

Then he respectfully saluted deeply with his fingers as a sword towards the ruins below.

"Having entered the Taiqing Sect, you are Zhou Qing’s fellow robes." His voice transmitted like rolling thunder through the spiritual power, "Today you suffered calamity because of me, Zhou Qing... should die ten thousand times to atone!"

He suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bursting with fierce cold light: "I, Zhou Qing, swear here and now, to slaughter the entire Yan Family, to comfort your spirits in heaven!"

"Rise——"

With a sharp shout, vast spiritual power burst forth like a flood.

On the ground, countless severed limbs, fragments of magical artifacts rose from the earth.

Blood-stained Cyan Feather robes, broken flying swords, charred bones...

Under the guidance of spiritual light, they slowly sank into a nearby bottomless battle pit like fallen leaves returning to their roots.

A corpses’ remains drifted one after another, gradually filling this hundred-zhang abyss.

Once the last corpse rested peacefully in the soil, Zhou Qing waved his sword finger, a distant mountain peak collapsed with a boom.

Tens of thousands of rocks fell like rain, sealing this giant tomb burying tens of thousands of souls from Cyan Feather Immortal Sect with its final encrustation.

He raised his hand, controlling a ten-zhang-high green profound stone, while his sword fingers flew, stone chips cascaded down:

"Tomb of the Cyan Feather Immortal Sect Disciples!

——Established by Taiqing Sect Zhou Qing!"

After completing all this, Zhou Qing solemnly bowed three times before the towering tombstone, and then, holding Yaoyao, he headed straight in the direction of the Golden Thunder Sect...