Chapter 1598 - Sneaking into the Immortal Slaughter Palace
The palace lord surveyed the wreckage and released a weary sigh, as though the destruction had stolen years from him. After all, if word spread that he stood helpless against a mere junior, the world would laugh at him.
In reality, no one dared to laugh at the Immortal Slaughter Palace, as Liu Wuxie had already grown too terrifying. His name had spread across the four astral domains, and even the Nalan Clan had chosen to stay silent and let him wreck their assets without open retaliation.
The palace lord swept his gaze over the shattered grounds, and a crimson glow flickered in his eyes.
"From this moment on, spare no cost to find Liu Wuxie's whereabouts. Anyone who can provide clues to his whereabouts will receive five million astral crystals from the Immortal Slaughter Palace," the palace lord announced after drawing a deep breath, his voice booming into every corner.
Word spread at once, and cultivators began to hunt for Liu Wuxie. After all, a single clue could fetch five million astral crystals, and everyone couldn't stop imagining what they might gain if they captured Liu Wuxie alive. Then again, they only dared to imagine it because with Liu Wuxie's cultivation, only quasi-immortals stood a chance of capturing him.
"It's time for the second plan," Liu Wuxie said, stepping down from the mountain peak. He stirred his soul sea, and a figure stepped out before him. He was the white-haired old man he had converted back on the True Martial Continent.
"Greetings, Master." The old man looked at Liu Wuxie with an unchanged expression, and his cultivation was still at the fourth-level Void Realm.
This old man had failed his mission after returning to the True Martial Continent, and no one had valued him again. The sect had relegated him to miscellaneous duties instead. His name was Meng Hong, someone who had joined the Immortal Slaughter Palace for over a hundred years and maintained strong loyalty to the sect.
Nearly a full year had passed since the conversion, and Liu Wuxie hadn't contacted him until today. Through the Spring of Faith, Liu Wuxie communicated with him and summoned a strand of the other party's consciousness.
"I want to enter the Immortal Slaughter Palace. Help me get a believable identity."
Liu Wuxie had exhausted his martial souls, so he could no longer target the Immortal Slaughter Palace's other industries the same way. Even if he went, ordinary talismans wouldn't mean much.
The destructive force of ordinary spiritual talismans couldn't compare to martial souls. To avoid alerting the enemy, Liu Wuxie didn't dare to act rashly, and he chose to infiltrate the Immortal Slaughter Palace and tear it apart from within.