diskusbooks Chapter 467 Is Lin Xuantong the mole?
Chapter 467 Is Lin Xuantong the mole?
"Om-!"
The massive array was instantly illuminated, and countless intricate runes lit up one after another as if they had been infused with life, emitting a dazzling light.
Four powerful spiritual energies converged and merged within the array, ultimately transforming into a thick pillar of light that shot into the sky, directly towards the star token suspended in mid-air.
The token trembled violently, and the star trails on its surface seemed to come alive, beginning to slowly rotate.
A hazy portal, seemingly made of starlight, gradually coalesced and took shape beneath the token.
The portal's interior was incredibly deep, with shattered stars and flowing starlight faintly visible, and an ancient, desolate yet opportunistic aura permeated the air.
The entrance to "Meteorite Ruins" is opening.
In the plaza, all the disciples held their breath, their eyes burning with anticipation as they watched the gradually stabilizing starlight portal.
Those disciples who had qualified for entry clenched their fists, unable to hide their excitement.
Yun Chen frowned slightly, as if the dragon bloodline within him was generating a very slight aversion to the soon-to-be-opened secret realm.
This feeling was fleeting, but it amplified the unease in his heart once again.
He subconsciously glanced at Lin Xuantong in the high platform formation, only to see a barely perceptible smile curving up the corner of the other's mouth.
Shen Nan licked his dry lips and whispered, "It's finally about to open..."
The wound on his ribs was still throbbing, but the fighting spirit in his eyes grew ever stronger.
Liu Yanran cautiously observed her surroundings, especially the elders and disciples of Taixu Palace. She felt that some people's eyes were not right; they were not purely expectant, but rather carried a kind of... indifference.
Zhao Xiruo stayed close to Yun Chen, her little hands unconsciously gripping the hem of his clothes.
Within the array, the output of spiritual energy reached its peak, and the starlight portal became increasingly clear, on the verge of being completely stabilized.
"stop!"
A clear, urgent, yet undeniably authoritative shout rang out, like a spring of ice water poured down from the heavens.
It instantly shattered the solemn atmosphere in the square and interrupted the flow of spiritual energy among the crowd.
The radiant array suddenly froze, and the starlight portal that was about to take shape began to fluctuate violently, becoming extremely unstable.
Everyone stared in horror.
A figure in white suddenly shot out from the direction of the Chaoyin Pavilion disciples like a startled swan, landing at the edge of the array diagram.
"Second Senior Sister?"
Upon seeing the person who had arrived, Yun Chen was startled.
Liu Yanran and Shen Nan's expressions changed instantly.
The person who arrived was none other than the second senior sister, Bai Qingluo, who had been unconscious.
"Qingluo, what are you doing? Stop causing trouble."
Upon seeing Bai Qingluo suddenly appear, Elder Lei's expression changed slightly, and he quickly spoke.
The opening of the secret realm is at a crucial moment and cannot be interrupted, otherwise all previous efforts may be in vain.
However, Bai Qinglu remained unmoved, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Xuantong in the center of the array, her voice carrying an unprecedented coldness and resolve:
"Elder Lei, this is not the entrance to the 'Meteorite Ruins' at all. This is a blood sacrifice array set up by Lin Xuantong in collusion with the Shadow Serpent Group of Japan!"
"He wants to use all of our blood, sweat, and souls as sacrifices to resurrect the evil god of Japan. Don't be fooled by him."
As soon as this statement came out, it was shocking!
The square fell into a deathly silence; everyone was stunned by the shocking news.
Elder Lei frowned and turned to look at Lin Xuantong.
Mu Bingyun and Master Yu Shu also instantly stopped transmitting spiritual energy, looking at Lin Xuantong with surprise and uncertainty.
The array's light dimmed instantly, and the starlight portal twisted and nearly collapsed.
The languid look on Lin Xuantong's face finally vanished completely, replaced by an extremely gloomy and cold expression.
He did not immediately refute, but stared at Bai Qingluo with a chilling gaze, as if he were looking at a dead man.
"What exactly happened? Lin Xuantong... explain yourself clearly."
Elder Lei frowned as he looked at Lin Xuantong, his expression extremely grim.
After Bai Qingluo returned seriously injured, and then Zhao Xiruo and Bai Qingluo were kidnapped for no reason, he began to suspect that there was a traitor in Taixu Palace.
But I never expected it would be Lin Xuantong.
Upon hearing this, both Master Yu Shu and Mu Bingyun looked at Lin Xuantong.
"Sect Leader Lin, aren't you going to explain yourself?"
Lin Xuantong's face turned ugly as he looked up at Bai Qingluo.
"Junior Nephew Bai, you are still recovering from your serious injuries. Is your mind damaged, causing you to speak nonsense here?"
"Nonsense?"
Bai Qinglu showed no fear, raising a broken jade talisman that she had been holding at some point and was now slightly vibrating: "This is what our master ordered us to investigate about the traitors within the Dao Alliance. All of them are disciples of your Taixu Palace."
"And then? What does this have to do with me?" Lin Xuantong asked, his expression unchanged.
"Even if my disciples collude with Japan, does that mean I also collude with Japan?"
"Then take a look at this!"
Bai Qingluo's expression was icy as she raised her hand and threw a stone.
In an instant, a painting appeared in the square.
Inside was the scene of Lin Xuantong and the Japanese cultivators plotting in the main hall.
Upon seeing this, the entire audience erupted in uproar.
Lin Xuantong, however, had a gloomy expression and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
“The memory stone…you were the one that night…you actually survived.”
He stopped looking at the image on the floating image stone, abruptly withdrew the spiritual power he had injected into the array, and his figure floated back several feet.
"Since you insist on courting death, then I'll send you on your way ahead of time."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking—
"Boo! Hah! Hah!"
Countless chilling auras instantly erupted from all around the square, under the eaves, in the shadows, and even among the spectators.
One after another, figures dressed in black, close-fitting outfits and wearing snake-patterned masks appeared like ghosts, their numbers far exceeding any previous appearance of Japanese cultivators.
"run…!"
"Come on!"
Seeing this, the disciples of the Daoist sect were alright, but the forces watching the battle were instantly in an uproar.
Although they are quite strong, they are no match for the disciples of Taixu Palace.
What's more, there are so many more Japanese cultivators here.
"Run? Can you run away?"
Lin Xuantong looked at these people and couldn't help but sneer. Then he spoke calmly.
"Activate the mountain-protecting formation!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the array diagram, which had been shaking violently, suddenly shone brightly, instantly enveloping the entire mountain.
"Boom!"
A series of loud noises rang out, and the entire formation suddenly began to spin wildly, with golden and red ripples spreading out like water.
Everyone was trapped inside the entire formation.
Upon seeing this scene, everyone's expression changed drastically.
Elder Lei frowned, his face turning extremely grim.
"Lin Xuantong, have you gone mad? How can you face the ancestors of Taixu Palace?"
For the leader of a sect to be given to a lackey of Japan is an utter disgrace.
No one could understand why Lin Xuantong did this.
"Senior?"
Lin Xuantong remained calm, even with a hint of mockery.
"As long as I kill you and destroy your major lineages, then... the entire cultivation world will belong to my Taixu Palace. Our predecessors will be proud of this. What they couldn't do, I have done."
Lin Xuantong stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the raging wind of the array, yet his face wore an almost manic calm.