However, the moment he opened his mouth, the invisible and formless spiritual whip struck again, replaying the scene just a moment ago.
"Hmph! You dare to show off? How courageous are you!" I sneered, the temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply.
In order to clarify these things that puzzled me, I had to maintain a ruthless attitude at all times, not only so that he could not see through me, but also so that he would not dare to lie to me in fear of his life.
"Sir, have mercy on me! My lord, have mercy on me! I know I was wrong!" The fat monk was so frightened that he knelt down repeatedly.
"Those people are actually realizing it! The interior of the True Immortal battlefield is extremely dangerous. Usually, those who are not strong enough would not dare to enter without authorization."
"And the nearby True Immortal battlefield is even more terrifying. The monks who enter never come out again, whether they are the head of a sect or an elder of a sect, no matter how strong they are, they are all like this!"
"So, based on this, everyone has judged that the strength of the true immortals who fought here must be extremely strong. If they can get a feel for it through the ruins of this battlefield that they somehow did not destroy, they will definitely benefit a lot."
Listening to the fat monk's words, I couldn't help but think of the scenes I saw when I first obtained the White Tiger Boots and used its power to support my wandering through the mist of the Cloud Wall.
At that time, in the area bordering the outside world on the north side of the thick fog, there were indeed waves of people scattered here and there. They all did things to the cloud wall that seemed very weird at the time.
Unexpectedly, they were actually realizing it!
As expected, cultivating immortals is something that defies nature and is extremely difficult. Even these powerful monks outside have to seize every opportunity that can improve their strength.
I expected that in the end, the dense fog would be completely transformed and absorbed by me with the help of my white tiger boots, and the cloud wall would disappear. They would rush in crazily to compete for good fortune.
The spirit that the Young Sect of the Ghost-Eating Sect coveted before was just one of these creations, and it was still the kind of illusory existence that might not necessarily arise.
At least, I didn't see such a creature when I wandered around the cloud wall. There was no one else but me in the mist!
From this, it is not difficult to see how weak the Ghost-Eating Sect really is.
"Tell me about the Ghost-Eating Sect!" I said, clasping my hands behind my back and looking in the direction of the original cloud wall.
There must have been a lot of disputes there now.
"The Ghost Eater Sect is just a very small evil sect in this land, and it is not worth mentioning at all..." he said, without any sign of the hostility he had shown when he was pretending to be a tiger.
"Oh, in that case, why are you so afraid of the so-called sect leader? Is he very strong?" I asked.
"Strong, very strong! But that's not the most important thing. His ruthlessness is the key to our fear. As long as there is anything we don't like, a river of blood will flow!"
When the fat monk mentioned the leader of the Ghost-Eating Sect, a look of fear appeared in his eyes unconsciously. It was obvious that he had lived in such a fearful situation for too long, and his fear and fear of that leader had penetrated into his bones.
"How is it better than me?" I said with a pretentious frown, but in fact it was just creating an illusion for him.
I know clearly that being the leader of a sect, no matter how small the sect is, may make the Taichu monks under my command so fearful, and I can't do it with just a few brushes.
His strength is at least equal to that of the great demon in the Moon Burial Forest, or even stronger!
Hearing my question, the fat monk almost cried. He said in a very embarrassed tone: "My lord, your realm is unfathomable. It's really hard for me to compare with you!"
"But judging from the unique skill you showed just now, our sect leader should be inferior to you!"
"Can you tell me about the division of power in this world?" At this moment, I suddenly smiled, and my face looked very sunny.
However, in the eyes of the fat monk, it seemed as if it was killing him, so he trembled and backed away.
"Huh?" I asked with a trace of displeasure. I didn't expect that I could scare him like this just by changing my expression. It seemed that my previous method was quite effective.
This also confirms that this fat man should not dare to tell lies to me. After all, although the next question is not very important, it can also reveal my details from the side.
"You don't have to be afraid or nervous. Just tell me exactly what you know." I sighed meaningfully: "I have been in seclusion for too long. I want to see if the world is still the same as it was in my memory."
After hearing my words, the fat monk suddenly showed a look of enlightenment. A certain understandable balance was finally reached between his recognition of my unpredictable strength and the novice who asked me questions.
He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Senior, I don't know something. Nowadays, the world is divided into nine states. There are three major schools of immortality, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism. Each school occupies the land of three states."
"The place we are in now is Jinju!"
"This state belongs to Confucianism, and various academies are spread throughout the country."
"In addition to the Confucian sect, there are other righteous sects here. The famous mountains, rivers, caves, and blessed lands have basically been divided up by them."
"Under long-term suppression, small evil sects like our Ghost Eater Sect can only survive in the fringes of Jinzhou."
"This place borders the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism. It is very lively. It was originally the place where the three sects had the most intense competition and strictest management."
"But thousands of years ago, the Demon Emperor suddenly came out of here with his army, and blood flowed like a river for a while. Although the three sects finally succeeded in sealing the Demon Emperor..."
Hearing this, I suddenly interrupted him and asked: "You said that the demon emperor was just sealed? He is not dead?"
"Senior...it's sealed somewhere not too far from here!" the fat monk said in fear.
"It's okay, you can continue talking..." I waved my hand and decided not to interrupt him easily and let him do his thing.
Otherwise, there is no guarantee that he will say something random if he is startled.
"Senior, since that time, there have been demons around here. They were all little demons that fled after the Demon Emperor's battle. They have been killing them for thousands of years."
"At the same time, everyone also discovered some things that our world lacks from this unprecedented monster, and thus condoned their existence to a certain extent."
"And the gathering place for demons can occasionally be used as a training ground for disciples of various sects, which is also a good thing."
"There are quite a few areas like this across the entire land, but most of them cannot become a climate. It can be said without hesitation that these monsters have almost become spiritual creatures kept in captivity by major sects, and they can be taken at will."
"I just don't know why, but with the outbreak of the True Immortal War here more than a hundred years ago, the gathering place of the demon clan near our Ghost Devouring Sect suddenly changed." (To be continued)