Chapter 292: Begging the Ancestor to Die

A cerulean bird, singing proudly atop the spiritual branch, plummeted; a white deer, softly calling amongst the jade grass, dropped dead.

The overwhelming Yin Wind swept across the mountains, scattering the vibrant sparks of life, annihilating the auspicious glow of the dawn. Spiritual flowers and jade grass laid rundown and withered. The once-sought-after Paradise Treasure Land, within a blink, was completely devoid of life, desolate to the extreme.

"Deputy Sect Master, why have you destroyed my dwelling?"

A dark light soared into the sky, turning into a young man clothed in brocade. He had eyebrows shaped like swords, eyes bright like stars, and a sharp demeanor. Numerous shimmering, petite swords made of bone, like swimming fish, danced around him.

"As the deputy sect, when you saw me, why did you not come to pay your respects?"