Chapter 889 - Rushing Back to the Heavenly Dao Pavilion

After they entered the Southern Province, the surrounding laws began to change. They felt their bodies become lighter, as the laws in the Southern Province were inferior to those in the Central Plains.

However, the laws had grown much stronger since Liu Wuxie had left. This was likely due to him repairing the rift on the Heavenly Peak, strengthening the laws of the True Martial Continent.

"Brother Liu, why are you visiting the Southern Province?" Han Feizi asked curiously. Throughout their journey, he had been thoroughly impressed by Liu Wuxie's grace and demeanor—his eloquence and knowledge far surpassed that of others.

As time passed, their bond deepened, each seeing a reflection of themselves in the other.

"I'm here to attend a grand event," Liu Wuxie replied. There was no need to hide since Han Feizi would eventually learn about it.

"It's unbelievable how this place produced a prodigy like you..." Han Feizi murmured.

By Central Plains standards, Liu Wuxie's talent was unparalleled, standing at the very pinnacle. In comparison, the Southern Province was little more than a barren wasteland. That such a prodigy could emerge from here was nothing short of a miracle.

Throughout their journey, Han Feizi's admiration for Liu Wuxie only deepened. While he, too, possessed the ability to challenge those with higher cultivation, he could never hope to achieve what Liu Wuxie had—defeating a divinekin at the Spirit Profound Realm with a single punch.

"I'm also curious what kind of place could produce a prodigy like you," Liu Wuxie said.

Han Feizi soon fell silent, unwilling to speak of his background. The two quickened their pace as the Ten Grand Assembly was scheduled to take place in five days, and Liu Wuxie decided to return to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion first.

It had been nearly a year since he had last seen his family and friends, and he missed them dearly. After the conclusion of the Ten Grand Ceremony, he planned to take everyone to the Central Plains.

Given the Liu Clan's influence, it wouldn't be an issue relocating them.

Crossing through the mountain range, they had finally arrived in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion's territory after three days. With their strength, they were practically unmatched in the Southern Province.

Due to the restoration of the laws, the Southern Province had produced a surge of experts in the past six months.

Many cultivators had broken through their bottlenecks. Those at the Nascent Transformation Realm had reached the True Profound Realm. Likewise, many cultivators at the lower levels of the True Profound Realm had also advanced to the higher levels.

Liu Wuxie's heart swelled with excitement as he stepped into a familiar environment—soon, he would reunite with his friends and family.

"This is the sect you came from?" Han Feizi asked with a frown.

Liu Wuxie fell silent. The sight of the half-shattered gate was ominous—a clear sign that something was terribly wrong. He began to wonder if something had happened to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion or if powerful enemies had besieged it.

He vanished with a gust of wind, darting straight toward the mountain peak.

"Please...let them be safe," Liu Wuxie prayed inwardly, his heart gripped by a growing dread.

Han Feizi followed closely behind as they streaked across the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion's martial field. This was the very place where Liu Wuxie had joined the sect.

The martial field was in ruins, bearing scars of a fierce battle.

Disciples were nowhere to be seen, and the concern on Liu Wuxie's face grew deeper.

They followed the mountain path upward before finally finding two disciples among the trees.

Liu Wuxie and Han Feizi descended swiftly, their sudden arrival startling the two disciples so much that they shuddered where they stood.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass on the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion!" the two disciples roared and drew their weapons, preparing to strike at a moment's notice.

"I'm Liu Wuxie. What happened to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion?" Liu Wuxie took out the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion's medal to prove his identity as a disciple. Yet even without the token, his name alone would've sufficed.

Who in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion didn't know of Liu Wuxie? They had witnessed how he had raised the sect's position from the bottom to the top. Not to mention, he had even brought the sect to glory through his pills and talismans.

The sect had enjoyed unparalleled prestige during the first six months after Liu Wuxie's departure.

"You're Senior Brother Liu? You're finally back!" The two disciples dropped to their knees, their voices trembling and choking with tears.

"What happened in the past year while I was gone?" Liu Wuxie asked as he helped them to their feet. He needed to know what had befallen the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. He saw no other disciples and couldn't help but wonder where they had all gone.

Even during its previous decline, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had still housed tens of thousands of disciples. Now, only a handful remained. The absence of any others was highly unusual.

Most importantly, the main peak was deserted, and Mu Tianli was nowhere to be found. This caused a grim thought to take root in Liu Wuxie's mind, and he wondered if the sect's leadership had been wiped out.

"It all started a year ago." The disciple on the left stood up and spoke in a heavy tone, gritting his teeth, "After you left, the sect flourished with prodigies emerging one after another..."

"What happened in the next six months?" Liu Wuxie urged.

Han Feizi stood behind Liu Wuxie and patted his shoulder, urging him to calm down. His true essence was suffocating the two disciples, leaving them unable to speak.

After realizing his mistake, Liu Wuxie quickly retrieved his aura, as he was too anxious.

Freed from the pressure, the two disciples gasped for breath, heaving in relief..

"Half a year ago, the Heavenly Origin Sect allied with the Azure Crimson Gate, the Divine Sun Palace, the Dugu Clan, and the Indigo Cloud Gate to attack our sect," that disciple said, gritting his teeth as he recalled.

Liu Wuxie could easily imagine what had transpired when five sects descended upon them. Though the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was strong, their chances of victory against such overwhelming numbers had been slim—perhaps nonexistent.

The fact that anyone had survived was already a miracle, given how heavily outnumbered they had been.

"Did any other sect step in?" Liu Wuxie pressed, unwilling to believe that the entire Southern Province had stood by and watched the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion being attacked.

The ten sects had always maintained a delicate balance, keeping each other in check. Large-scale alliances were rare—whenever one faction grew too powerful, the others would unite to suppress it.

If the Heavenly Origin Sect had succeeded in this attack, they would have undoubtedly continued their conquest, crushing the remaining sects one by one.

"The Misty Sect's sect master arrived with many elders to aid us, along with reinforcements from Sky Rift Valley. Without them, we wouldn't have survived," the disciple explained, his voice heavy with emotion.

At the time of the attack, Mu Tianli had asked for help from the Misty Sect, the Sky Rift Valley, the Demonic Heart Palace, and the Transcending Plume Gate, but only the Misty Sect and Sky Rift Valley had responded.

"It appears that there's no longer a need for the Heavenly Origin Sect, the Azure Crimson Gate, the Divine Sun Palace, the Dugu Clan, and the Indigo Cloud Gate to continue existing," Liu Wuxie said with a cold glint in his eyes. Since they had dared to commit such a crime, they couldn't blame him for what came next.

Even with the aid of Sky Rift Valley and the Misty Sect, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion had suffered devastating losses, with countless disciples slain.

"Where's the sect master?" Liu Wuxie asked after piecing together the general situation.

The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was barely recognizable—what once stood as a grand sect now resembled a desolate wasteland. Only a handful of scattered disciples remained, while countless buildings lay in ruins. The relentless assaults from the Heavenly Origin Sect had pushed the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to the brink of destruction.

Some disciples had died in battle, while others had fled to save themselves. Only the truly loyal had stayed.

"The Sect Master and the remaining leadership have gone to attend the Ten Grand Assembly," the disciple on the right replied.

The sect's leadership had all departed for the island where the Ten Grand Assembly was traditionally held. For now, they were safe, but if there had been any real danger, they wouldn't have dared to take their entire force to the assembly.

"Where are the members of the Heavenly Dao Society?" Liu Wuxie asked. He had spread his divine sense across the entire Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, but he couldn't find any members of the Heavenly Dao Society, making him anxious. He began to wonder if they had all died during the war.

"This..." The two disciples hesitated.

Who in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion didn't know that the Heavenly Dao Society was Liu Wuxie's foundation? Without its members, he would lose his very sense of belonging to the sect.

Moreover, the Heavenly Dao Society's contributions had been immeasurable. Their efforts had elevated the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to the top of the ten sects and secured vast resources for the sect over the years.

"Tell me, where are they?!" Liu Wuxie's voice turned cold as he pressed for answers.

"T-They're imprisoned in the dungeon behind the mountain," said the disciple on the left.

"What?!"

Liu Wuxie was enraged, his murderous intent surging like a tidal wave. The sheer force of it sent the two disciples stumbling backward. They could barely endure the overwhelming pressure and were nearly killed by it.

"Brother Liu, calm yourself down!" Han Feizi said as he rushed over. The two disciples were ordinary people, and venting his anger on them served no purpose.

"I'm sorry for frightening you both," Liu Wuxie said. His divine sense swept toward the back mountain, where he found a dungeon. His father-in-law, mother-in-law, and the others were imprisoned there.

"It's... it's fine!" The two disciples exhaled shakily, their faces still drained of color as they struggled to suppress the lingering fear in their hearts.

"Tell me, what happened, and why are they imprisoned?" Liu Wuxie asked in a cold voice. If the sect master had ordered their imprisonment, then he wouldn't hesitate to slaughter everyone in the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion.

He trusted his friends and family would never betray the sect.

"When the sect stood united against the enemy half a year ago, some harbored ill intentions, trying to seize the chaos to eliminate their rivals," growled the two disciples, their faces contorted with anger.

"Go on!" Liu Wuxie already had his speculation, but he allowed them to explain what had happened, hoping it wasn't what he had imagined.

"When the enemy struck, the sect master led the ten grand elders to face the enemy. But Yu Bu gave a condition that the Heavenly Dao Society had to be dissolved for him to help out..."

Before they could finish, a sinister expression had already taken hold of Liu Wuxie's face.