Chapter 1568 A Loss Of Face


    "All right, we''ll talk about it when we get back," Damian agreed. And then, he did something marvelous.


    He waved his hand in a quick swish-and-flick motion, and the next moment, a piece of some animal


    bone, carved with numerous mysterious symbols, appeared in it. It somehow seemed to be filled with a


    sort of purplish light. It didn''t stay that way for long. Within seconds, it grew to more than twenty meters


    long and ten meters wide. And then it came to a rest in midair.


    Though everyone was intrigued, they jumped inside it following Damian''s lead.


    Meanwhile, the men and women of the Deep Sea Commercial House were preparing to leave as well.


    But theirs was nothing as exotic as a bone. It was a huge battleship that was gently swaying in the


    waters.


    Before the battleship started on its journey, Stacy looked in the direction of the cultivators who had


    Sensing her gaze, Austin turned around and gave her a gentle smile. They had shared an adventure


    together and it was sad to see her leave.


    "Will we ever see each other again?"


    Austin suddenly heard Stacy''s soft and expectant voice in his Soul Sea.


    "Maybe. You never know what life has in store for us. If it''s our destiny. We''ll definitely see each other


    again,"


    Austin assured her in a gentle voice.


    "Let''s not leave anything to chance. Here, I''ll give you my token.


    The Deep Sea Commercial House is spread over the whole East Maind. If you want to find me


    sometime, just take this token to one of our branches. They will pass on your message to me," Stacy


    told him, and he saw her slightly wave her white hand.


    Then, a stream of soft, white light flew from her hand towards Austin and stopped in the air in front of


    him.


    Austin was then stunned by an object''s sudden appearance in his hands. It was a purple jade badge


    that worked much like an id-card.


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    "Sure thing."


    He softly grabbed the jade badge and solemnly put it away inside his Space Ring. Friendship, after all,


    was a precious treasure and this badge was the map.


    He was done just in time. As soon as he put it away, the animal bone he was standing on turned into a


    stream of light and left the tform.


    Behind that, the battleship of the Deep Sea Commercial House also disappeared in the distant sky,


    turning very soon into nothing but a far-away point.


    Then more and more elders and stewards of the remaining sects also began to leave the tform,


    along with their disciples.


    However, the three men from the three Holy Lands were still waiting, floating high above the tform.


    In fact, numerous elders and stewards of other sects were also still waiting.


    By this time, the number of people who were rushing out of the Wild Herb Valley had begun to


    decrease, and the crowd had dissipated.


    "It''s strange that the disciples of our Vasteras Holy Land haven''te out yet. What is going on?


    Are they known to dy like this all the time?" a golden haired man from the Vasteras Holy Land


    doubtfully remarked to his colleague.


    "Well, I think that the disciples from our three Holy Lands went deepest into the Wild Herb Valley to


    collect herbs. So I guess they''re farthest from the exit.


    Which means it''s pretty normal for them toe out much after the others." A strongly built man from


    the Rudimentary Holy Land tried to find an exnation.


    "Mmm hmm, we must be patient. There are still about two hours before the Wild Herb Valley closes.


    They still have plenty of time to leave. We don''t need to rush them.


    And we already know that there is arge quantity of high-grade herbs in the valley, which means that it


    will be worth the wait.


    They may not be willing toe out.


    Ha-ha, these guys are giving us quite a headache," stated a white-robed man of the Arcane Holy Land,


    However, one middle-aged man, who was wearing an anxious look on his face, was pacing back and


    forth on the tform, much like an ant on a hot pan. He seemed to be really worried about something.


    "It''s strange! Why hasn''t anyone from our Primordial Secte out yet?" he muttered to himself.


    "Damn it, we''ve been waiting for so long now. Why hasn''t someonee out yet?" an old man, d in


    a red robe, who belonged to the Scorching de Sect roared furiously.


    He was staring at the entrance to the Wild Herb Valley, his body shining with a faint de-like light of


    white.


    "What the hell are those bastards doing in there? The valley is going to be closed in a couple of hours


    and it''s sorge! How would they get out!


    You know what? Let themete! I''ll teach them a lesson myself.


    They have no sense of priority at all," muttered a tall and scrawny middle-aged man to himself angrily.


    The tform was filled with fretting people now. In addition to the people from the three Holy Lands,


    elders and stewards from over ten sects were still there on the tform, waiting eagerly for the


    disciples of their respective sects toe out. Since it was veryte and the crowd had begun to


    shallow out, they were getting worried.


    Of those sects, six or seven were of the first rank, and the remaining were at the second or third rank in


    the East Maind.


    However, no matter what the intensity of their anxiousness, fewer and fewer people came out of the


    Wild Herb Valley, and no sign of their disciples ever came.


    It was no longer like the previous scene where arge group of people rushed out of the inside, only a


    few peopleing out.


    An hour passed, and now, no one seemed to being out of the entrance to the Wild Herb Valley.


    Now, even those elders and stewards, who had been calm till now, finally began to fret.


    Even the men from the three Holy Lands who had been floating in mid-air began to show impatience.


    Their eyes were still fixed on the entrance to the Wild Herb Valley.


    The time for the Wild Herb Valley to close was drawing nearer with every passing second.


    "What''s the matter? Only twenty minutes are left before the valley closes. What do they have, a death


    wish or something?


    They still haven''te out!


    Are they really all dead inside?" the old man from the Scorching de Sect growled in a low, guttural


    voice.


    The de-light, which had been hovering around him, shot everywhere in all directions, looking very


    terrible indeed.


    "Is it possible that every single one of them was in some sort of ident? But no, that''s totally


    impossible!" a steward of the Primordial Sect yelled in a hoarse, scared voice, with little veins popping


    out of his forehead.


    "Whoever entered the valley from our sect was an elite among us. People that strong cannot be just


    wiped out like that."


    Getting impatient had been the first phase of their reaction. Now, they seemed to be having a sense of


    foreboding somehow. It was as if the heavens were telling them that the disciples of their sects weren''t


    "What could have happened?


    An ident happened to them? What? All of them? Is that even possible?"


    The strong man from the Rudimentary Holy Land rubbed his hands in anticipation. He was looking


    troubled and kept muttering something to himself.


    "We specially chose out contestants this time. Nearly a hundred among our three hundred disciples


    who entered the Wild Herb Valley were at the Emperor Realm.


    No one would have dared to provoke them without cause.


    The only possible exnation is that our disciples had an ident, and even that isn''t likely," muttered


    the golden-haired man from the Vasteras Holy Land.


    He could feel that something was wrong. There was a sense of evil mounting in his heart. But he didn''t


    want to believe that something really had happened.


    Till now, the white-robed man of the Arcane Holy Land had remained silent. But even his face wasn''t as


    calm as it was usually known to be.


    Instead of reacting however, he put his hands behind his back and kept on staring coldly at the


    entrance to the Wild Herb Valley.


    Finally, thest twenty minutes also passed. Time was up!


    A thick, dark red mist began to billow out of the entrance and the exit to the Wild Herb Valley.


    Within moments, it blotted out everything from view. Nothing but fog could be seen.


    Boom... Boom... Rumblings began to echo from the valley, as if the entire ce was crashing in on


    itself.


    It was at that moment, that everyone outside felt a powerful jolt in their hearts. This was final now! No


    one woulde out anymore.


    The Wild Herb Valley, which opened only once every thirty years, was now closed for the next three


    decades.


    No one could enter, or leave the ce until it finally opened up once again.


    A sullen, scary, eerie silence fell over the tform.


    The three men from the three Holy Lands were staring in disbelief at the thick mist. As if they were


    saying, ''No way!''


    Same was the case with the elders and stewards of the remaining sects.


    Finally, the three men from the three Holy Lands, who were standing above the tform, recovered


    enough sense to finally turn their heads and look at each other.


    There was doubt and anger in each of their eyes, as well as a total sense of loss.


    The three of them had publicly boasted for hours and hours on that the disciples of the three Holy


    Lands would find the biggest harvest in the Wild Herb Valley. They were sure to be the winner.


    But they hadn''t expected theplete opposite, which was actually what had just happened. Every


    single one of their disciples had been wiped out.


    It was like a p in their face.


    "No!


    How can this be! It is impossible. I refuse to believe it.


    I don''t believe it! What the hell is going on?


    How could it be that not a single disciple of the Rudimentary Holy Land managed to make it out?"


    roared the strongly built man from the Rudimentary Holy Land.


    His body began to glow with a strong and horrifying light, of pure crimson and blood red shade. As if to


    showcase the mounting of his anger, the light then rose and roared in the sky, turning a greater part of


    the sky blood-red, and casting a terrible gloom over his surroundings.