Ming Jing Men Sect.
A High Council was summoned by Master Shen Jichuan. All the chief elders were present. A talisman lay on the table before them, secured by light blue ribbons on both sides, ready to be fastened around a body part.
All the elders sat waiting for Mo Yan's arrival. Just then, walking with a serene temperament alongside his twenty disciples like a waterfall cascading slowly despite its great height, like leaves gently falling to the ground with a soft touch Mo Yan entered the main hall with measured steps. His twenty disciples followed him, also walking inside with unexpressed solemnity. Mo Yan and his disciples' presence instantly transformed the atmosphere.
Mo Yan was called forward before the elders. This time, not as a Protector, nor as a Prince, but as an individual who was forced to choose a side. His fate was now held in Shen Jichuan's hands.
Suddenly, the oldest man in the assembly declared loudly:
"The Black Heaven King has returned. Mo Yan, if you help him again, as you did before... you will lose your spiritual energy forever. You will be nothing more than a common mortal."
Mo Yan remained silent for a moment. His heart wanted to speak; he wanted to resist this. But he was bound. A burden, a duty, sealed his lips. He did not utter a single word. He didn't even raise his eyes once to see who was before him.
Because he did not want to see. His heart was aching to meet the person he had waited for every single moment.
Shen Jichuan picked up the talisman and stood directly in front of Mo Yan. Mo Yan still did not look at him, but he saw the talisman in his hand. He understood what these people now wanted from him.
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Shen Jichuan looked at him and said, taking a deep breath:
"This is an Oath Talisman. You must bind it to your forehead. This is to ensure you do not help that Devil again."
The moment Shen Jichuan called Yu Sui a "Devil," Mo Yan's hand gripped his sword with full force. He was desperately trying to calm himself. But he absolutely refused to tolerate anyone calling Yu Sui a Devil. Su Nian saw Mo Yan's hand and understood that Mo Yan was restraining himself. It was unbearable even for the disciples to see their Master being bound in this way. Su Nian also stood still, seething with silent anger, watching everything helplessly.
Shen Jichuan spoke again:
"This is a spiritual talisman. If you break your vow, the talisman will shatter automatically. And we will know... that you have betrayed us again."
Mo Yan stood still, silent as a statue. And Shen Jichuan tied the talisman onto Mo Yan's forehead. Mo Yan remained tranquil even then. But immediately after this, he did not stay there for another moment and turned to leave. As he walked, his eyes became the mirror of his agonizing emotions. He could not hide his flowing tears. This profound emotional wound also affected Su Nian, who could do nothing but feel helpless.
A few days later...
Several days passed this way. A critical message arrived at the main office of the Ming Jing Men Sect from the Liuguang Sect. The message read:
"Honorable Head, you are informed that people are dying in the Liuguang Sect. Temples are collapsing. In just five days, 104 lives have been lost. And at the site of every death, the ground is turning black, and homes are becoming ruins, and the corpses of the people bear the mark of a vulture's talon, from which a strange, black smoke is emanating."
After reading this news, Shen Jichuan's blood ran cold. He had no idea that such a great horror could materialize into reality. As this news spread through the Ming Jing Men Sect, fear spread like wildfire.
Just then, Master Shen Jichuan flew high into the air. And right there, in the wind, he inscribed a mantra. That mantra instantly transformed into a vast net and encircled the entire sect.
This was Shen Jichuan's most powerful protective mantra yet. It was almost impossible to breach. No one could go in. No one could get out.
