"Dissolve!"

Mi Shenweng muttered in a low voice, his body covered with dark spell scripts, making his initially otherworldly demeanor appear extremely sinister.

Then, his body began to disintegrate, splitting into streams of dark spell scripts, dispersing in all directions and etching into the Great Wisdom Space.

"Lord Qingyu, we will meet again."

Leaving only this brief statement, Mi Shenweng's Primordial Spirit also transformed into spell scripts, empowering the strength of the spell.

Even his Primordial Spirit disintegrated, yet Mi Shenweng still left behind this message, forcing Qing Yu to ponder deeply.

"Divided Soul!" Qing Yu said coldly, uttering the two words stiffly.

At the last moment, Qing Yu's Blood Tears Eye clearly perceived that Mi Shenweng's Primordial Spirit was too feeble. Moreover, his strength wasn't up to the standard of the third on the Heavenly List.

Qing Yu's thoughts raced, immediately concluding that the most probable explanation was the Divided Soul technique.

This Divided Soul method wasn't like Qing Yu's Three Souls which are indistinguishable three Primordial Spirits, but instead, it involves splitting one's own Primordial Spirit to cultivate into a new one, hence called Divided Soul.

The Divided Soul technique is extremely perilous, with even the slightest mistake possibly harming the essence of the Primordial Spirit, leaving irreparable injuries. Splitting the Primordial Spirit inevitably weakens it since the Divided Soul technique involves forcefully extracting a part from the original Primordial Spirit.

However, for Mi Shenweng, these drawbacks might not be significant. Mi Shenweng is well-versed in mysterious spell arts and likely has a deep understanding of the Divided Soul technique.

Moreover, given his advanced age, it's not impossible that a Primordial Spirit he split off centuries ago could be cultivated to a level comparable to the Supreme.

"Sacrificing a Divided Soul to trap me here, Mi Shenweng, what are your schemes?"

Qing Yu dispersed his True Qi, seated cross-legged in mid-air, looking at the dark spell scripts etched into the Great Wisdom Space, muttering to himself.

By now, Qing Yu no longer believed Mi Shenweng's claim that he was entrusted by someone. What kind of bond would lead Mi Shenweng to sacrifice a Divided Soul possibly cultivated for hundreds of years?

If it were those dignified gentlemen trying to stop Qing Yu's domineering ways, they might make such a sacrifice, but Mi Shenweng? Not likely.

Even Mi Shenweng himself admitted they were kindred spirits with Qing Yu.

People like them, with no bottom line or rather a very low one, wouldn't make such a huge sacrifice for a bond, unless they gained more benefits from it.

"You set me up, Mi Shenweng. But I hope you can set me up again next time."

The Great Wisdom Space was originally deployed by Qing Yu to prevent the aftereffects of the battle from leaking out and to stop Mi Shenweng from escaping. But now Mi Shenweng simply sacrificed that Divided Soul, etching it into the Great Wisdom Space, turning what was meant to block the enemy into a barrier against himself.

What Mi Shenweng's purpose is, Qing Yu doesn't know for now, but if he plans to trick Qing Yu with this spell next time, he'll likely face a surprising turn of events.

The trigram formation is continuously operating, and the Great Wisdom Space is constantly analyzing Mi Shenweng's spell scripts, in preparation for the next encounter with him.

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The battle that ended above was also watched by the people below.

Although the exact result was unknown, the fact that Mi Shenweng retreated was evident. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this.

Mi Shenweng's previous sudden attack indeed left an extremely deep impression on everyone, and if he hadn't retreated, it was hard for them to imagine their outcome.

After such a twist, many who were holding back now had an even stronger desire for the unification of the Taoist sect. The world is no longer safe; True Core Realm Martial Artists used to be top experts in the worldly society, but now, with a slight mishap, they could be casually crushed by a mighty warrior.

In such a scenario, having a supreme powerhouse as a backing brings a great sense of security.

Heavenly Master Zhang of Dragon Tiger Mountain is dead, and the Supreme Dao Master is indifferent. In the Taoist sect, only the True Martial Dao Jun can act as a pillar for the Taoists.

So, even those who were unwilling can no longer stop Qing Yu from unifying the Taoist sect with unstoppable momentum.

"Fellow Daoists, Mi Shenweng has retreated, but the crisis isn't over. According to our sect's intelligence, the Buddhists have already launched an offensive against your sects. These treacherous monks have finally shown their fangs."

In front of the Taiji Palace, Tong Hua loudly announced to the reassembled crowd.

This statement instantly stirred the crowd into fervor. Although only one or two individuals left each sect, those who left were sect leaders and top experts, the backbone of their sects.

Without their backbone, it's foreseeable how the sects will fare against the Buddhist onslaught.

"Those Buddhist bastards, full of false compassion, unworthy of being human." That's somewhat poetic.

"Damn bald donkeys, may you die a terrible death." That's filled with killing intent.

"Ah————" Roaring in anger, this one has lost all reason.

Regardless of calmness or anger, the hatred and anger towards the Buddhists' actions remain unchanged.

"Kucha, you brought Mi Shenweng here to trap Lord Qingyu and opposed the unification of the Taoist sect. How do you explain yourself regarding the Buddhists' actions?!"

Someone suddenly shouted, drawing all eyes onto Kucha.

The Zhenwu Sect's call to gather everyone might be the source of this, but Qing Yu, as the person about to unify the Taoist sect, surely doesn't wish for the Taoist sect's downfall.

Moreover, if Qing Yu hadn't been trapped, he could have rushed to aid the sects from a thousand miles away.

So, with some instigation, the crowd, whose hearts burned with anger, found a scapegoat. Hundreds of cold, killing-intent filled eyes glared at Kucha.

"Senior Kucha, shouldn't you give us an explanation?" The Pure Yang Palace Master Yun Zheng coldly questioned.

"Senior, we came here trusting you to oppose Lord Qingyu, you can't turn against us." The temple master of Chang Chun Temple, Chang Xinzi, also spoke coldly.

"Daoist Kucha, despite my belief in you, you must provide a reasonable explanation for this." Tong Ming advised.

In an instant, Kucha became the target of everyone's anger. If he doesn't provide a reasonable explanation, even though he's a Divine Communication Realm expert, he may have to die here today.

Faced with such a scene, Kucha could only smile bitterly. With a sigh, he said, "The exact situation isn't entirely clear to this old Dao, although I brought Mi Shenweng, it was at the request of the Supreme Daoist. Additionally, Daoist Xuan Du once suggested allying with the Buddhists to jointly stop Lord Qingyu, but I opposed it."

At this point, if he didn't provide a convincing explanation, the blame for colluding with Mi Shenweng and the Buddhists would fall upon him. So, Supreme Daoist, I'm sorry, it's not me shifting the blame, but you're indeed quite suspicious.

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