Chapter 1597: The Destruction of the Hidden Clan

ot be a good thing, Jiang Yun was utterly fearless and allowed those strands of ghost qi to drill into his own wisp of life fire.What are you doing!Bai Ze's startled cry suddenly rang out, and it wasn...While there were certainly many cultivators who could hide in the depths of space, Jiang Yun's most vivid memory belonged to two mysterious cultivators who had trailed him for a considerable time, their origins unknown.

Having just killed one in this nameless wasteland, if there's still another hiding here, then these two must be related.

This cultivator discovered by Ginger Cloud is naturally a member of the Hidden Clan!

> As early as three years ago, they confined the area of a million li within Meng Qiao's request, and under Yin Hong's orders, they remained around it, preventing anyone from entering.

Although Yin Hong had been dead for a year, they remained completely unaware and still believed that their chieftain was searching for Jiang Yun within the realm fissure.

This hidden clan member wouldn't even have imagined that Jiang Yun, who everyone was searching for, had already arrived by his side.

He only felt as if a needle had suddenly been inserted into his brain, and he instantly lost consciousness.

Ginger stood quietly beside the person, her powerful divine consciousness swiftly searching through the person's soul for memories.

Because this person's cultivation level was only at the Daoist Realm, Jiang Yun wasn't worried that the Dao Lord would leave any protective measures in his soul.

After a moment passed, Jiang Yun withdrew his divine sense. His face had become extremely grim, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost about to erupt into flames.

Of course, he already knew everything that had happened here.

Although some things, even the Hidden Clan members themselves were not very clear about, Ginger Cloud, relying on the clues she already knew, could easily deduce them.

"Ghost Clan, for capturing me, you even went so far as to allow ghostly energy to permeate the Hundred Million Realm Gaps, depriving countless living beings within of their lives. You have committed such a heartless and cruel act."

"I saved one life, and in your mouths, it is interfering with the cycle of heaven and earth, deserving punishment. What kind of practice is this that you have"

"Is that so, do you think that just because you are the Ghost Clan and control the cycle of reincarnation, you can lord over all living beings and take their lives at will"

These countless lives, though not killed by my hand, perished because of me. Therefore, I must seek justice for them.

"Dead Realm, Ghost Race, originally we did not interfere with each other, but now that you have provoked me, Jiang won't mind letting everything that happens in the illusion become true, truly killing you all, and making you unable to even be ghosts!"

With burning rage, Jiang Yun's figure began to appear repeatedly at the edge of this million-li boundary.

Every time it appears, a member of the Hidden Tribe is killed.

In a short span of time, the Hidden Clan, this secretive and unseen group, vanished completely from the world.

If the very first member of the hidden clan who tracked down Jiangyun had known all this, they would have been filled with immense hatred, hating their own kin for not hearing their dying words!

Because his dying wish was for his people to not repeat his mistakes and avoid provoking Jiangyun.

It's a pity that his kin, or rather, his clan leader, did not hear his wish. In the end, they led all the hidden tribe people to their complete annihilation.

Standing in the darkness, Jiang Yun's gaze covered millions of miles of space-time rifts.

Although the death of the Hidden Tribe had somewhat vented his anger, looking at this almost lifeless rift and thinking of the countless lives lost, he still couldn't calm down.

Even, he wanted to enter the Netherworld now and wreak havoc.

However, in the end, he could only first restrain his idea. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he couldn't do it!

Although he possessed the Eternal Inferno, his own strength was not strong enough to allow him to roam freely in the Underworld.

Perhaps, one day, I will bring the true Netherfire and go to the Underworld to seek retribution from your ghost clan for this blood debt!

However, there's one more thing. According to the memories recorded in the souls of these hidden tribe members, when this area was shrouded in ghostly energy, they all saw countless souls floating within it.

That is to say, those souls although swallowed by ghostly energy and died, they seem unable to enter the underworld, unable to enter reincarnation, only able to wander eternally within this area.

But a year ago, these eerie energies had experienced two consecutive periods of frenzied surges.

"The first time, it should have been the ghost woman who tried to deal with me."

"And the second surge, all the ghostly energy within an incredibly short time frame, along with countless souls inside, vanished completely. What on earth happened"

"Could it be that someone opened the Underworld, bringing these souls into the realm of death to allow them to reincarnate"

"If that were the case, who would that person be"

As this thought appeared, a blurry figure emerged in Ginger Cloud's mind.

Although there was no evidence, Ginger Cloud instinctively felt that the one capable of doing such a thing must be Dao Wuming who had been copied.

Even after Jiang Yun woke up and even after he assimilated with the nameless barren world, he purposely searched for traces of Dao Wu Ming's aura. However, he found nothing at all. The other party had clearly vanished completely.

But Jiang Yun didn't know whether the other party had disappeared to counter Dao Zun's finger or had left the nameless wilderness voluntarily.

Although Ginger Cloud didn't know how strong the imitated Dao Wuming was, he had seen the strength of Dao Wuming, the master of the Asking Dao Sect.

Therefore, even if it were a copy of Dao Wu Ming, it shouldn't be unable to even withstand the strength of a single finger from a Dao Zun.

Combining his own thoughts at this moment, Jiang Yun was even more bold in believing that the vague Dao Wu Ming, after accepting the Dao Zun's fingertip, left the Wuming Wilderness Realm with all these souls and entered the Dead Realm.

For other cultivators, entering the Dead Realm might be difficult, but for Dao Wuming, who is proficient in the power of assimilation, it's not too hard.

Because once he had seen the entrance to the Netherworld, he could use his power of assimilation to replicate it!

"The Way has no name!"

Muttering the name, Jiang Yun didn't really know what to say.

Not only did the other party protect themselves for nine years, helping them realize their Dao nature and taking on the Dao Zun's finger for them, but they also sent these souls into the Netherworld in the end.

This approach is like trying to make up for your own mistakes, atoning for your sins!

Even if the other party wasn't his father, even if the other party had killed him once, in the end, he owed them too much.

With a multitude of emotions swirling in her heart, Jiang Yun bowed deeply to the darkness before her. After a long while, she straightened up, turned around, and silently left.

Jiang Yun continued to search for the traces of other cultivators. He had to know what had happened in this world during the ten years he had disappeared.

And just as he finally left the million ri boundary, in some boundary rift within this world, there was a young man with furrowed brows who suddenly raised his head.

A crescent moon-shaped mark appeared on the man's brow, suddenly emitting a dazzling light. His eyes were fixed on Jiang Yun's direction.

A complex expression appeared on the man's handsome face, and he gritted out a few words between his teeth: "Finally found you!"

As soon as the words left his lips, a colorless flame suddenly erupted from the circular moon mark between his brows, enveloping his body and causing him to vanish without a trace.

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novels Networkring no reply. He still furrowed his brows, then suddenly turned his head to look at the statue of Jiang Yun standing beside him, blurting out: "Whose statue is this"Hearing this, the remaining seven...