Chapter 93: The Chat Group Disbanded

Although he had obtained the Bedrock Dao Heart and also received one hundred thousand pieces of Black Fate Fuel, when Li Si recalled his recent experience, he still felt cold sweat trickling down his back and was deeply shaken.

As the old saying went, one would not court death unless they tried to. The disaster he faced this time was entirely due to his own recklessness!

He clearly knew he carried the Evil God’s Mark, yet he still dared to provoke Little Mushroom in these desolate mountains without any protection. Did he really think his Fate Forge could cure all problems?

The facts now proved that any contamination would collapse once it exceeded the limit. At that point, even having endless informational prompts would be useless.

If he did not have four Statue Avatars, if he had not previously heavily nurtured Zhang San of the Lanshan Sect, and if Zhang San were not loyal enough to risk his life with a family heirloom, they would never have exhausted the resentment of one hundred thousand spirits.

Those were one hundred thousand wronged spirits.

“I must have a heart-to-heart talk with Old Madam. Even if I get hung up and beaten, it is better than being inexperienced like me, accidentally stepping on landmines. As they say, a living coward is better than a dead hero.”

Li Si was serious this time. Really, he was badly frightened.

Then, instead of going to Kao Mountain Town to pay respects to the Kaoshan Patriarch, he first restored his condition, set up the Demon Sealing Domain, and released the Wish-Fulfilling Pearl equipped with triple armor into the sky as an early warning.

Only then did he carefully open the greeting letter Old Madam had given him for the Kaoshan Patriarch.

Wait, why was there no writing?

Li Si stared at the blank piece of paper, nearly losing his composure in the wind. Could it be that Old Madam guessed he might secretly open the letter midway and set a trap within a trap for him?

No way, right?

So, was this the method high-level experts used to communicate?

After thinking for a moment, Li Si instantly teleported to Kao Mountain Town. Before one of the Statue Avatars, he ignited the blank letter. A miracle truly happened—the burned letter transformed into a spiritual light and directly entered the Statue Avatar.

In the next moment, Li Si heard a pleasant but unfamiliar woman’s voice echo in his mind.

“Brother Kaoshan, pardon the disturbance. Thank you for your care towards my Floating Cloud Sect. However, please forgive my bluntness—you and your Pure Land are in imminent danger. A great catastrophe approaches. I believe you understand, so please think twice. Soon, all members of my Floating Cloud Sect will relocate from this place. If you are willing, please select some disciples to join us in seeking refuge.”

The voice was ethereal, its lingering notes hanging in the air, but Li Si was so scared he nearly exploded inside.

What?

Old Madam, explain clearly! What great catastrophe? Why are you relocating the Floating Cloud Sect? Our sect is just starting to improve, and you want to move?

For a moment, Li Si really wanted to go to the Hall of Fate to question Old Madam. But he quickly calmed down. This matter required caution. Anyway, it wasn’t that he was truly afraid of Old Madam—he was just respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

Additionally, he needed to make some arrangements to guard against any real catastrophe.

Immediately, Li Si summoned the Hundred-League Law Seal and enhanced it with the four Divine Plumage feathers he obtained last night. These were great items now, comparable to magical treasures in his hands.

After the enhancement, he tossed the Hundred-League Law Seal into the Fate Forge for refining, mainly to remove contamination, and incidentally to add a few Dao Techniques or Divine Abilities.

This time, Li Si chose to consume six hundred pieces of White Fate Firewood to add two advanced Divine Abilities.

This was mainly to compensate for high-level combat power, so he could at least deal with enemies at the Golden Core Realm in the future.

His first choice was Armsmaster Control—an advanced disarmament skill that could even handle top-grade magical treasures. It was especially effective against warriors wearing anti-magic black armor.

His second choice was a high-configuration Heart Cleansing Curse—exceptionally useful against Golden Core Realm Demon Men.

Next, Li Si replenished each of the four Statue Avatars with one hundred pieces of White Fate Firewood. With this, they were less likely to become corrupted.

At critical moments, they could even serve as hostages—very practical.

After completing all these miscellaneous arrangements, Li Si was left with only 2,306 pieces of White Fate Firewood, one hundred twenty thousand pieces of Black Fate Fuel, and finally 382 portions of Gray Fortune. These were all refined and could be used as daily tips or red envelopes.

One could only say, times were tough, and one must cherish what they had.

Finally, Li Si teleported out of Kao Mountain Town and walked back to the Floating Cloud Sect. He first reported to Xu Shen to confirm that Old Madam was still online chatting. Then he returned to the Quiet Room, released his spirit, relied on the Divine Idol, and entered the Hall of Fate.

Old Madam had been waiting for him here for a long time.

But before he could speak, Old Madam’s voice directly resonated, almost breaking his composure.

“Greetings, Brother.”

“Brother, do you have some unspeakable difficulty?”

“Or do you still distrust us, the World Guardian True Immortals, believing we are not worth cooperating with? Is that why you have never been willing to show your true face?”

“Now, an immense catastrophe approaches. We all need to be open and honest with each other. Yet, Brother, will you still conceal yourself and engage in these sneaky actions?”

Th-this…

Old Madam was forcing his hand. Li Si inwardly groaned, wondering if she had noticed some flaw. Why was there no informational prompt? The voice came directly.

Fine, fine! At worst, he would be hung up and beaten. If he confessed proactively, what was there to fear!

Gritting his teeth, Li Si separated his spirit from the Divine Idol and entered the Hall of Fate. Come on, if you have the ability, hang me up and beat me… Huh? Huh!

Li Si widened his eyes, staring at the empty Hall of Fate. No, not even Divine Idols remained. In the vast, empty hall, only his own low, small Divine Idol remained. Where were the others? Where were the other Divine Idols?

“Brother, the Hall of Fate is about to collapse. Our last stronghold in the Illusory Realm is about to fall. Ah, I wonder if you are listening? Or do you feel it doesn’t matter now?”

“Regardless, please take care, Brother! Farewell for now.”

“Hey, hey! Don’t go! Explain clearly!”

Li Si shouted. His voice echoed repeatedly in the empty Hall of Fate. A mournful wind sound came through, like a chorus of a thousand female ghosts.

In that instant, he suddenly understood: Old Madam’s earlier message was something she left beforehand.

No, the Hall of Fate was about to collapse. Old Madam left him a message online, and then left a greeting note in the Mortal Realm—both were explaining this matter.

However, Old Madam assumed he knew the Hall of Fate would collapse, so she did not explain in detail. She only mentioned that a great catastrophe was coming, which was also why she decided to relocate the Floating Cloud Sect and even invited him to join.

But why would the Hall of Fate collapse for no reason?

The moment this thought emerged in Li Si’s mind, he heard a thunderous crash. The grand and magnificent Hall of Fate lost a corner, revealing the dark night sky outside. No, no—that wasn’t the night sky, but absolute darkness.

What to do?

The other World Guardian True Immortals had all moved their own Divine Idols away. Where could he move his Divine Idol?

Li Si panicked a little. He certainly could not abandon his Divine Idol, as it was the proof of his Heaven and Earth Decree. Without this Divine Idol, there would be no Pure Land in the Mortal Realm.

“Boom! Crash!”

The Hall of Fate continued to collapse, as if its foundation were unstable. Li Si could only hold his Divine Idol, feeling as if he were in an magnitude 18 earthquake. He watched as heaven and earth turned upside down, as the hall crumbled beyond recognition.

Finally, the collapse stopped. The Hall of Fate turned into ruins. The spot where Li Si stood was relatively better off—not because he was lucky, but because he instantly summoned the magical instrument, the Soul-Quelling Bell.

So, he was actually buried underneath.

But soon, Li Si became uneasy again. He heard someone singing. The song directly passed through the ruins, through the Soul-Quelling Bell, and penetrated his ears.

Then, a large piece of information appeared before his eyes.

“Exempted!”

Oh, that felt good. Li Si breathed a sigh of relief, remembering his Bedrock Dao Heart, which could exempt 500% of Soul Alienation Contamination. Combined with his Crystal Clear Dao Heart, it totaled 550%.

The singing grew closer, accompanied by various rubbing sounds. But the information before Li Si’s eyes remained—”Exempted, Exempted, Exempted.”

So comfortable.

“Bang!”

The ruins outside were violently torn open. His Soul-Quelling Bell seemed like air—utterly useless. A drop of blood seeped in. The Soul-Quelling Bell began to grow hair—black hair. This scene looked so familiar. Oh, was it because the Soul-Quelling Bell was corrupted by Soul Corruption?

Li Si decisively put it away, though he didn’t quite understand why he could retrieve items from the Mortal Realm while in the Illusory Realm.

It didn’t matter now. Because standing before him now was the witness of ancient love, the carrier of passionate yet pure colors, one of the protagonists of the wedding night, the most beautiful thing in the human world, what all men dreamed of—a bride wearing a red veil.

Her bright red wedding dress was like fresh blood. The dragon and phoenix patterns embroidered on it were so exquisite.

Li Si stood face to face with her, as if he had become the groom.

“Exempted!”

Line after line of information flashed continuously, indicating that the target opposite him was continuously emitting something—oh, it was Soul Corruption constantly being applied to him. But unfortunately, he had the Bedrock Dao Heart.

Li Si remained motionless, not even blinking. He maintained this posture for who knows how long, until the bride in the bright red wedding dress left, taking not a single cloud with her…

Wiping away sweat that wasn’t there, Li Si turned and picked up his Divine Idol, which was only thirty centimeters tall, intending to return to the Mortal Realm. But he couldn’t go back.

Oh, he could return to the Divine Idol, or return alone to the Mortal Realm. But if he brought the Divine Idol along, he couldn’t return.

The meaning was already very clear: this Divine Idol had to remain in the Illusory Realm. Just like the Hundred-League Law Seal… Wait, damn it, could this be the fate that the Hundred-League Law Seal was meant to suppress in the Illusory Realm?

Li Si’s face suddenly turned very strange.

No wonder his Divine Idol was only thirty centimeters tall, while the other Twelve World-Quelling True Immortals’ Divine Idols were often thousands of meters tall. So that’s how it was. He had thought it was another unit of measurement…

And the fate that all of them suppressed formed the Hall of Fate. But due to some reason he actually didn’t know (but Old Madam thought he did), the Hall of Fate collapsed.

Now he understood: big trouble was coming.