"My apologies."

Prince Mu maintained a gracious demeanor. Although the situation within Celestial Secret Valley was far from what he desired, his voice remained gentle, without any rush:

"The technique I practice is named ’Burial Song,’ one of our cult’s ’Seven Secrets, Three Treasures, Six Profound Teachings,’ far beyond ordinary martial arts.

"Once mastered, it grants great divine power and great creation.

"Young man, you cannot kill me... I can die a thousand times and still emerge from the grave a thousand times.

"You, however, have only one chance.

"One day, when all your cards are played and nothing is left, you will die by my hand, leaving no room for reversal."

Chu Qing listened with some disappointment. He thought Prince Mu was overly confident and might reveal some effects of the ’Burial Song.’

But he only mentioned a name?

Chu Qing’s expression turned bizarre:

"Die a thousand times and crawl out of the grave a thousand times?

"The teachings you practice seem more like immortal techniques rather than martial arts?"

"Hahaha."

Prince Mu suddenly laughed:

"Martial arts can connect to the divine; martial arts like ours appear no different from those of immortals and Buddhas to ordinary people.

"What do you think, Manor Master Wen?"

Wen Fusheng shook his head slightly:

"After all, the flesh is mortal; there is no such thing as an immortal or one who lives forever in this world."

"Despising oneself is the reason for your lack of progress these years... Unwilling to become a Buddha or an ancestor, you will never climb to a high position.

"If you don’t believe you can achieve it, you certainly won’t."

Prince Mu stepped forward, his aura spreading, as if drawing a curtain, with majestic peaks towering behind.

Ruling grand heights, obscuring the sky and covering the sun.

This aura spread, everyone within Celestial Secret Valley could feel it.

An invisible grief spread in all directions, the feeling of sorrow naturally flowed.

Suddenly, someone fell to their knees with a thud, crying loudly.

This cry seemed contagious; one martial world expert after another abandoned their fight with the Celestial Evil Cult, knelt on the ground, and cried their hearts out, as if mourning the death of a loved one, grief clearly visible.

Watching this change, Chu Qing’s heart lightly trembled.

Mingyu Scripture naturally circulated within his meridians, the cold inner breath making his heart calm, unaffected by all things.

Beside him, Wen Fusheng’s face gradually twisted, the Celestial Inference Star Control Skill flowing through his meridians, causing his hair to fly, with a faint red visible in his eyes.

Then Prince Mu softly spoke:

"With a raise of a hand, all beings fall.

"I am not immortal, but what of immortality?"

Among the crowd, Bian City, who had been shielding Mo Duxing and Gentle, looked solemn:

"There’s something odd, stay alert, be cautious..."

Halfway through his words, he realized that whether it was Gentle or Mo Duxing, neither was affected at all.

Totally unaffected by this atmosphere.

He was momentarily dumbfounded, thinking he was the sole fool?

Yet the next moment, a sight suddenly appeared before him...

Flames, screams, blood, corpses, an entire city engulfed by despair emerged.

A great grief and resentment filled his heart.

He wiped his face, realizing he was already in tears.

"But not supposed to cry... supposed to hate!!"

Bian City mumbled, suddenly realizing he was affected.

Prince Mu’s martial arts were too strange, capable of invoking past sorrows in one’s heart, to experience life and death separation once more.

Bian City dared not think further, ignoring past and present, immediately sat cross-legged intending to use Unchanging Celestial Book to resist.

However, just before closing his eyes, he noticed Hua Jinnian not far away, eyes red with visible hate, beyond sadness.

In his heart... was there a secret?

Mo Duxing watched as one after another sat down, sighed, holding his sword, stepped forward:

"At a critical moment, it still has to be me."

But before he could step out, Gentle pulled him back:

"Senior brother, do not mess around... I will protect you."

Mo Duxing glanced around, nodded slightly:

"Alright."

Gentle watched him agree and felt relieved.

She was naturally indifferent to emotions but due to practicing Unchanging Celestial Book, her facial expressions were few, yet her inner activity was plentiful.

Now, the impact wasn’t absent, just not as profound as others.

Just appearing calm wasn’t enough; how should one resolve, rescue them?

As for why save them, Gentle actually understood little.

Merely Wen Fusheng and Cui Bunu’s teachings, and witnessing Chu Qing’s blade drawn to save in Divine Blade City.

She imitated, simply did the same.

With a slight frown, pondering deeply, suddenly heard chanting.

The voice seemed to contain a special warmth, entering the heart, comforting sorrow.

Gentle looked toward the source, seeing a young man in white, holding a flower in one hand, palms together.

The chanting came from his mouth.

His inner breath surged, burning, flaring like a sun illuminating the world.

The sound soothing heartache.

Gentle recognized this person...

Saved Xu Mao’s sister Xu Qiaohui and Xia Wanshuang, who once had some connection with Chu Qing.

Originating from... Thousand Sun Mountain, Guangzhao Temple, disciple of Master Tianyou?

Could this be Buddhist Martial Arts?

If Buddhist Martial Arts, shouldn’t a monk be better at them?

Gentle thought this, searched for the monk’s figure.

Yet after searching around, realized the monk present before seemed to have vanished.

At this moment, Bian City’s voice reached her ears:

"He’s holding on barely..."

Gentle turned to look at him:

"Feeling better?"

"Barely..."

Bian City gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up: