In an extremely mysterious place, a misty aura permeated the heavens and earth, as if veiled by a thin layer of light gauze.
A pure white palace stood silently within, occupying an area of about a hundred zhang(丈: zhang, a chinese unit of length) in width, grand in scale, with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, every detail exquisitely crafted.
As if naturally formed, it exuded an inviolable divine majesty, without the slightest imperfection.
And surrounding the vast palace was a boundless lake.
The lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, the clear water reflecting the palace's towering figure and the vaguely discernible ethereal mist.
A gentle breeze, from who knows where, rippled the lake surface in layers.
The shimmering lake water presented the scene outside the palace gate, teeming with countless shadowy figures.
Without exception, they were all clad in strange pure white robes.
The long hoods on the white robes completely concealed these people's faces, leaving only a patch of dark, deep shadow.
But now, their movements were uniform, yet revealing a mechanical stiffness, as if puppets manipulated by invisible threads.
Outside the palace, they began to kneel slowly and uniformly, then, with the same rhythm, prostrated themselves.
Their foreheads heavily struck the white jade bricks on the ground, emitting a dull and rhythmic sound.
In front of the empty palace, this scene appeared particularly abrupt, with no other superfluous noise except for the clear sound of kowtowing.
This indescribable sense of strangeness grew stronger, sending chills down the spine and raising goosebumps.
However, this strange and terrifying scene was completely shattered in the next second.
A loud shout, filled with overwhelming rage, boomed from the depths of the palace like a thunderbolt.
"Damn Xuan Niao Guard!"
"Junior!"
"I will tear you to pieces!"
This roar carried extreme resentment and unwillingness, shaking the palace's white jade glazed tiles until they hummed.
Visible rolling sound waves, carrying a boundless aura, stirred up a terrifying storm outside the palace.
In the howling wind, the white-robed crowd, who had been kneeling and kowtowing outside the palace.
Were now swept by this violent force, their figures swaying in the wind.
The white sleeves fluttered, as if in the next moment, they would be completely swallowed by this irresistible storm.
Just as those white-robed people outside were being buffeted by the storm, on the verge of collapse.
An old and calm voice sounded again from within the palace, this voice was not harsh, but seemed to possess some kind of invisible power.
Allowing this voice to penetrate straight through the howling wind and raging sound waves.
Like an invisible hand of the azure sky, gradually smoothing out the raging storm outside the palace.
" White Bone!"
The simple two words, with a very calm and composed tone, revealed an unquestionable majesty, echoing leisurely in the air.
Making the originally chaotic scene outside the palace instantly quiet down, leaving only a heavy panting from the crowd, and the gradually dissipating aftereffects of the storm.
In the depths of the palace, an empty and bright palace hall suddenly appeared.
The hall was quiet and somewhat oppressive, the cold white jade brick walls reflecting a ghastly cold white light.
In the very center of the hall, there was a huge, pure white lotus platform.
The lotus petals spread out in layers, carved lifelike, with strange patterns engraved on each petal.
However, on this sacred white lotus platform, was placed a faceless woman's sculpture.
No eyes, no nose, and no mouth, a blank on the smooth and delicate face, but inexplicably giving one the illusion that she was gazing ahead.
The white jade woman's sculpture, graceful in posture, with smooth lines, a white robe naturally falling down.
What should have been a dignified and beautiful posture, gave rise to a few strange and mysterious feelings because of the missing facial features.
Causing people standing under the platform to unconsciously feel chills down their spines, and an endless fear and uneasiness welling up in their hearts.
And at the foot of this woman's sculpture, a circle of white candle stands were neatly arranged, a total of twenty.
Each candlestick was simple in shape, with a slender body.
At the top was a cold and gloomy white candlelight, burning quietly, like a flickering creepy ghost fire, emitting a dazzling and glaring light.
The ghastly white candlelight flickered in this empty palace hall, the reflected light and shadow twisting and changing on the walls.
At this moment, seven of the candlestick stands, had shockingly extinguished at some point, leaving only wisps of green smoke curling upwards, slowly dissipating in the dim light.
Without the candlelight, the seven candlestick stands became lifeless and cold objects, quietly placed there.
Suddenly!
The seven white candle stands that had turned into cold objects, seemed to be seized by an invisible giant hand, abruptly broke free from the lotus platform's restraints, and swiftly flitted forward.
They cut a few pale afterimages in the air, and went straight to an old man, steadily hovering in mid-air.
This old man, who looked elderly, was the old woman that Lu Xuan had encountered several times before.
The old woman's face, covered with densely packed wrinkles and ravines, looked like dried and shriveled orange peel.
Each wrinkle was covered with a aura of decay and corruption, as if having experienced countless declining years.
However, the old woman's eyes, deep-set in their sockets, were as deep as the vast and endless white mist, seemingly ethereal and void, but projecting an endless strangeness.
In the depths of those strange white pupils, visible flames of anger were constantly surging, as if to incinerate everything around them.
At this moment, the old woman's face was twisted and distorted due to extreme anger, her deathly silence white eyeballs, fixedly gazing at the candlestick stands hovering in front of her.
The air around the old woman's hunched body, seemed to be frozen by this intense hatred, frighteningly silent.
Even, there was a mysterious power in the void, causing the invisible air to freeze and " crack".
This was caused by the old woman's terrifying primordial spirit power leaking.
She hated it!
These seven white candlestick stands, were all pillars of support in the Holy Sect, including three Supreme Guardian level existences, that is, martial artists above the Outer Strength Grandmaster Great Accomplishment level.
This time, the Holy Sect's loss, can be described as tragic, greatly weakened.
Three martial artists above the Outer Strength Grandmaster Great Accomplishment level died, and four Outer Strength Grandmaster guardians.
The Holy Sect's internal levels are divided into.
Incense Master, Elder, Guardian, Supreme Guardian, Supreme Elder.
Corresponding to, Blood Refinement Realm, Inner Qi Realm, Outer Strength Grandmaster Realm, Outer Strength Grandmaster Great Accomplishment Realm, and Divine Mansion Realm.
If the Holy Sect only lost these elite forces, then that would be fine.
But, those three White Lotus Nightmare Flowers, were from the Holy Mother's hand, which can be described as the most important thing.
In the end, they were so easily destroyed by someone.
If it weren't for that junior who popped out of nowhere, everything she had planned would have succeeded.
The old woman, upon recalling Lu Xuan's face, her originally strange and pale eyes, instantly surged endless resentment, as if wanting to devour alive Lu Xuan.
She had been opposed to with the Great Xia Dynasty for over a thousand years, how could she have ever been so wronged as she was today.
Beside the old woman, there was also an old man who looked strange in shape.
The old man was missing both legs, his height was only half that of a normal person, but he floated in mid-air as if nothing had happened, like a light feather, unaffected by the weight of his body.
His expression was calm, his white robe wantonly fluttering in mid-air, like gentle clouds, as if the old woman's anger had nothing to do with him.
Only in his eyes, would a cold white light occasionally flicker.
And this old man, was the second Supreme Elder of the Pure World White Lotus Sect, Bai Shen!
Also like White Bone, a martial artist of the Divine Mansion Realm Great Accomplishment, the existence of a Primordial Spirit True Person!
Bai Shen seemed not to care about Bai Gu's anger, his expression was still as calm as water, not hurried or slow, he asked.
"Bai Gu, who exactly took action?"
This sentence was low and steady, as if carrying a natural composure, in this atmosphere filled with anger and oppression, it seemed particularly abrupt.
Bai Shen was very curious in his heart, in Ming Prefecture, which old monster actually took action, that could actually defeat Bai Gu's primordial spirit power.
This old ghost Bai Gu, on the surface looked like nothing had changed, but in reality, the aura in her body was as chaotic as overturning rivers and seas, and the aura around her body was colliding.
The primordial spirit power overflowing from the Divine Mansion, was even more weak and feeble, like a dying candle in the strong wind, flickering weakly, completely without the flourishing of the past.
"A damn Xuan Niao Guard!"
"Humph!"
"Bai Shen, that little devil from the Xuan Niao Guard, this old woman has a premonition, in the future, he will definitely be a a major source of trouble for our Holy Sect."
"Even if this old woman give up this old life, I will never let that junior go."
As soon as Bai Gu finished speaking, she ignored Bai Shen beside her, her figure flashed like a ghost, and instantly disappeared.
Just after Bai Gu disappeared, those seven white candlestick stands hovering in the air, suddenly underwent strange changes.
They first appeared a crack pattern on the surface, then, at an extremely fast speed, they turned into powder.
Like white dust rustling falling, scattered on the ground.
And some white powder, lingered in the air, vaguely.
" a major source of trouble?"
Bai Shen said to himself, his eyebrows involuntarily contracted slightly, seeming to have some disbelief about Bai Gu's words.
He knew the details of the Xuan Niao Guard very well.
In the Xuan Niao Guard, there are only two people, worthy of our Holy Sect's attention.
The Xuan Niao Guard's commander, Zi Yao, the woman's martial arts realm, was mysterious and unpredictable, no one has ever seen her true strength.
And there is also, that old Taoist priest in the Xuan Niao Guard, Zhang Daofeng, the Divine Mansion Realm Great Accomplishment, an old monster with half a foot into the Divine Mansion Realm Perfection.
As the junior brother of the Taoist temple's master, he made such an astonishing decision, to run to the Xuan Niao Guard to be some kind of deputy commander.
This damn old guy, is always opposed to with our Holy Sect!
However, what Bai Shen didn't expect was that, in the Xuan Niao Guard, besides the two of them.
There was actually someone who made Bai Gu suffer such a big loss, and was even regarded by Bai Gu as a a major source of trouble.
Bai Shen thought of this, and he also developed a trace of interest in that junior from the Xuan Niao Guard.
This dead old ghost Bai Gu, her temper is still as big as ever, she didn't even explain the matter clearly.
It seems that this matter still has to be mentioned to Yan Lao, and let Yan Lao report to the Holy Mother Goddess.
Just as Bai Shen made up his mind, suddenly, an ethereal voice, came from the woman's sculpture above the lotus platform.
"Bai Shen, you don't need to manage this matter, the affairs of the Xuan Niao Guard, leave it to Bai Gu to handle."
"You immediately set off to Fu Prefecture, that Green Snake is there, take it to An Prefecture's White Dao Mansion."
"Tell it, the Nether Python is in Yunze County's Taiping Town's Jinlin River!"
When Bai Shen heard that familiar voice, the blood on his face instantly faded, his expression became panic-stricken.
His whole body trembled violently, he mechanically turned his head slowly, staring fixedly at the woman's sculpture, his eyes filled with disbelief.
" Holy Mother!"
It's no wonder that Bai Shen felt so shocked, you must know that, their Holy Sect's Holy Mother, is not someone that anyone can see.
Recalling back then, the last time he met the Holy Mother, was when he broke through to the Divine Mansion Realm Great Accomplishment, and became the Holy Sect's second Supreme Elder.
But, that time was a full hundred years ago from now.
In the Holy Sect, the only person who can serve by the Holy Mother's side, there is only one.
That is the first Supreme Elder, Bai Yan!
Bai Yan, as the first Supreme Elder of the Pure World White Lotus Sect, his martial arts strength is extremely powerful.
His strength, even surpassed the power of heaven and earth possessed by Divine Mansion Realm martial artists, he is a terrifying old monster who lived in the same era as the Great Xia Dynasty's founding ancestor.
Bai Yan has lived for nearly two thousand years.
As for his martial arts realm, he has even stepped into the Cave Void True Lord Realm of mythology, mastering a trace of the the darkness force of law.
Half-step Cave Void True Lord!
The power of heaven and earth that Divine Mansion Realm martial artists can control, in front of Bai Yan who has mastered a trace of the power of the law of heaven and earth, is as weak as ants.
As for why Bai Shen knows so clearly.
That's because, he once, by chance, personally experienced Bai Yan's methods.
Bai Yang just raised his hand lightly, the power of the law of heaven and earth was added to his body, his words became law, and he casually crushed Bai Shen's proud primordial spirit power into ashes!
From then on, Bai Shen respected Bai Yan as Yan Lao, and followed his lead, daring not to have any ulterior motives.
Even a terrifying existence like Yan Lao, humbly serves in front of the Holy Mother's leader.
It is conceivable, what level has the Holy Mother's strength reached.
Without a doubt, the Holy Sect's leader can make Yan Lao, this half-step Cave Void existence, willingly serve by her side.
That Holy Mother is very likely to be, the Cave Void True Lord in legends.
At this time, Bai Shen withdrew the divine sense power from the Divine Mansion, allowing his incomplete body to slowly descend to the ground, revealing a strange expression on his face.
That was a kind of near- fanatical respect and piety, as if listening to the supreme edict.
"Yes, Bai Shen receives the Holy Mother's decree!"
