ured again, it would probably take several decades to slowly nurture them back to health.But compared to my own life, none of this matters.Just as those sword beams were about to be blocked by the ins...When Qin Sang and the others were fighting wits and strength with ferocious monsters in the dense forest.

Before the Heavenly Tower.

Several dozen figures stood silently in the square, their auras concealed, clad in strange attire, clearly distinct from humans. They were all the Yuanying ancestors of the Witch clan.

Their leader was a very old woman with white hair.

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The old woman wore the robe of a Grand Shaman, a symbol of the highest honor in the Witch Clan. The upper half of her face was covered by a thin, colorful mask, like a cicada's wing. Below the mask, her chin and red lips were visible, surprisingly rosy.

She looked up at the sky tower, a thoughtful expression on her face. After a moment, she suddenly turned to look into the void and said coldly, "Demon Lord, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail Dare you not show yourself"

As soon as these words were uttered, the other nascent immortals all changed color and a commotion arose.

"Hee hee, the Great Shaman's senses are indeed keen. Even though I have done my best to conceal my presence, I haven't been able to escape your notice, Daoist friend."

A burst of laughter echoed through the void, followed by a sudden flash of light. With a whooshing sound, a middle-aged man materialized before them.

This man is the leader of the magic way, who shakes the Canglang Sea – the Magic Lord!

After the celestial light of Taiyin and Ghost God dissipated, there was no longer any demonic energy emanating from him. There wasn't even a trace of malice or sinister aura. His gaze was serene, his bearing extraordinary, like that of a great scholar.

But after this person appeared, all the young spirits of the witch clan showed expressions as if facing a formidable enemy.

Having been exposed by the Great Shaman's words, the Demon Lord seemed unperturbed. He paid no heed to the vigilance of the Shaman Clan's nascent souls, and met the Great Shaman's gaze directly.

Only the old woman remained unchanged, giving the Demon Lord a deep look before calmly saying: "Daoist friend has appeared once before, so this old one naturally needs to be more cautious. However, this old one has heard that the true treasure of the Qisha Hall can only be accessed when it manifests on its own. Could there be any other treasures outside, worth Daoist friend's personal trip"

The Demon Lord chuckled and spread his hands, "Friend, why ask what you already know The Witch Clan put on a show of being willing to do anything, pressuring our Human Race to agree to share the Hall of Seven Kills. Then they went to great lengths to break through the defenses, how could we not prepare Unfortunately, that old slippery devil from the Heaven's Path Sect claimed his technique had gone wrong, leaving him injured and needing to retreat for cultivation. I had no choice but to come myself. I'm also curious, this Hall of Seven Kills, which is practically being excavated down to the bedrock, what could possibly be so valuable that you'd go to such extremes"

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The old woman cackled, "Whether Lingzhuzi Daoist is truly wounded or faking it, who can say for sure Even if you set up a heaven and earth net outside the Qisha Hall, sniping at us, this old woman wouldn't feel surprised in the slightest."

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"You're welcome..."

The Demon Lord chuckled, "Daoist Fang, you weren't present either I was quite worried."

The old woman snorted coldly, “So you say, fellow Daoist are you determined to stay with me”

The Demon Lord laughed without speaking.

"Since my friend insists on following, I cannot stop you. Let us each rely on our own abilities."

The old woman retracted her gaze, ignoring the Demon Lord, and addressed the others, "Fellow Daoists, your missions have long been assigned. This old one will not say much more. Success or failure depends on this single move. Let's go!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the nascent souls of the Wu Clan scattered in all directions. The speed at which the ancestor of nascent souls vanished was evident for all to see; in an instant, they disappeared into the depths of the mountains like flowers scattering in the wind.

The old woman entered the Heavenly Tower alone.

The Demon Lord didn't expect the Shaman Clan to divide their forces so recklessly.

"Was the old witch just putting on a show, or is she really looking for something"

After a moment's hesitation, the Demon Lord's palm surged with strange light, dividing it into several strands that flew into the mountains. Then he followed the old woman into the Heavenly Tower.

After a brief period of commotion, silence returned outside the Sky Tower.

After a while, figures emerged from the nearby hills. They peeked at the duel between the demon lord and the shaman, luckily no one paid them any attention.

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Some hesitated and chose to leave, while others gritted their teeth and rushed in.

"Follow the river forward."

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Because the alliance was well-prepared, Qin Sang and others remained unharmed.

Item Yi led them to a riverbank.

This river was very strange, its wide surface covered with purple algae, and the water itself was purple. Such a large river flowed through the forest, its origin unknown.

The purple river flowed gently, purple algae blocking the view, the water below was deep and dark, nothing could be seen.

The river gave them a bad feeling, and they tried to stay away from the banks. The terrifying insects and monsters in the forest left a deep impression on them.

This river looks so eerie, it's definitely a dangerous place!

“This is the legendary Purple River!”

The cultivator surnamed Pan's face suddenly turned very ugly. Coupled with the mask embedded in his face, it looked even stranger.

This is a test.

"Following the Purple River upstream, you will enter the most dangerous part of this jungle—a place shrouded in a purple poisonous mist. It is known as the terrifying "Purple Mist Desolation," having swallowed countless cultivators' lives. Friend Xiang, you wouldn't be taking us into the Purple Mist Desolation, would you"

The cultivator surnamed Pan widened his eyes and asked in question.

Upon hearing this, the crowd was astonished and came to a standstill, their eyes fixed on Xiang Yi.

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The Purple Mist Wasteland is one of the most dangerous places in Qisha Hall, and it's known as one of the three most poisonous locations in the entire hall. Senior disciples have warned those who come after them to never go to these places.

No one expected that the Merchant Alliance would send them to such a place.

With their cultivation, entering the Purple Mist Desolation, it's unknown if they can withstand the erosion of the poison mist, let alone the dangers lurking everywhere.

To go there is to die, it's impossible to complete the mission.

Item Yi remained calm and nodded, saying: “Since you've come here, Item Yi won't beat around the bush any longer. The Merchant Alliance has an order for us to enter the Zi Wu Desolate Land. For this purpose, the alliance leader bestowed upon me a wondrous treasure that can ward off poison, personally crafted by the leader himself. As long as we don't venture into the most central part of the Zi Wu Desolate Land, with this treasure, we can easily withstand the poisonous mist. Therefore, all fellow cultivators have no need to worry.”

The Liu family frowned and said, "There seems to have been a senior who entered the Purple Mist Abyss before mentioning that the toxicity of the miasma within changes. However, Daoist Xiang, we must make it clear that if after entering the Purple Mist Abyss, that magic treasure shows signs of being unable to resist the miasma, you must abandon the mission and retreat. We don't want to die there without a reason."

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Everyone nodded in agreement.

I knew the Merchant Alliance's mission wouldn't be easy, but I didn't expect them to be sent to such a dangerous place.

Qin Sang's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the Fecund Silkworm's Toxinproof Carapace could withstand the poisonous mist

Prior to this, he had only tried it on demon beasts at the Yao Dan stage.

After the fat silkworm molts, its detoxification armor can easily resist the fierce poison of great demons.

However, that was poison bred by demonic beasts. It's definitely different from the strange toxin of purple mist, which was born between heaven and earth.

Xiang Yi said nonchalantly, “The Shangmeng went to such great lengths and made so much preparation. Could it be that they are plotting against us Rest assured, my fellow Daoists. I have a plan in mind. It's not something I can force or achieve easily.”

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