As the setting sun was about to set, Chu Zhao knelt on the gravel path of the Spiritual Plant Garden, his palms pricked with blood by the sharp thorns of the Seven-Orificed Exquisite Vine. This spiritual plant that had not bloomed for thousands of years suddenly bloomed today. Its nine petals spread out one after another, and each petal was filled with star-like blue light.
"Click——"
The sound of glass shattering came from deep inside the flower, and Chu Zhao's pupils suddenly shrank. He clearly saw his own blood seeping into the flower stems, and the vines that were originally as smooth as jade suddenly appeared with spiderweb-like cracks. The Taixu Bell roared three times at this moment, causing the entire Luoxia Peak to tremble.
"Evildoer!"
The mountain-protecting formation lit up without warning, and twelve sword lights cut through the dusk. When Chu Zhao was knocked to the ground by the strong wind, he saw the white jade whisk of the leader, Zhenjun Xuanwei, entangled in the spiritual plant that was about to burst. The seven elders each astrological position, and the gestures of the seals were somewhat hasty.
"The spiritual plant at the peak of Kongming Realm self-destructed..." The leader of the Discipline Hall suddenly looked at Chu Zhao, golden light flowing in his eyes, "Is this child really just a low-grade wood spiritual root?"
Chu Zhao's throat tightened. He had just turned sixteen three days ago, and the crystal pillars of the Lingzhi Hall only illuminated three inches of green light - this was the reason why in the Taixu Sect, which was famous for its swordsmanship, he was destined to spend his life tending flowers and plants in the Lingzhi Garden. But at this moment, the elders' gazes were like silver needles tempered with ice, piercing his sea of consciousness with a strange burning pain.
"Send it to Si Guo Cliff." Zhenjun Xuanwei suddenly spoke, sweeping the whisk between Chu Zhao's brows, "Qingyang, you personally guard it."
When Chu Zhao was thrown into the forbidden area, the moonlight was shining on the ancient bronze mirror through the cracks in the dome. Between the mottled patina of the mirror, eight chain-like charms can be vaguely seen.
