Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!

Chapter 1083 - 322: Ghost Cloud Cliff (Part 3)

There are old tribal names that have disappeared, new tribal names that have been born.

Beneath that cliff, countless convicts have been buried.

And that cliff is called Ghost Cloud Cliff!!

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At the moment, Ghost Cloud Cliff is shrouded in dark clouds, pressing down so low they seem within reach if one were to stand atop the mountain.

The ink-black clouds carry a sticky chill, which makes one shiver upon contact.

Atop the towering cliff stands a platform, two hundred yards long and wide! There seems to be no path leading up from below, as if this piece of the mountain has been sliced away.

Its flatness is akin to being cut by an axe.

The edges are so sharp they could cut a finger.

The wind howls like countless mournful voices screaming.

The lingering souls of prisoners from thousands of years past continue to scream their pains.

The haunting howl of the wind pierces the very soul; if an ordinary person were here, their mind would surely shatter upon hearing it.

Even a cultivator with lower cultivation level, not yet reaching the Celestial Human Realm, would find their divine sense foundation shaken, mental realm disturbed, and suffer irreversible damage if they remain here too long.

Over time, it could ruin their spiritual path!

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At the center of the cliff’s platform stands a tall rectangular stone over ten meters high, like an ancient monument.

At this moment, beneath the stone, a woman sits cross-legged, eyes closed, hands resting on her knees.

The surrounding roaring winds and mournful cries land in her ears, but she remains unmoved, her eyes closed, expression indifferent.

Only occasionally do her eyelids tremble, revealing glimpses of unease.

Her outfit is made of extraordinary material and received certain spells; but after days of the relentless wind’s grinding, parts of her clothing have been torn by the gusts as sharp as blades!

The skin on her face shows slight dryness from the wind, her lips taking on a bluish tone.

Suddenly, her eyes open slightly, glancing at the wild winds and dark clouds, a bitter smile forming at her lips as she sighs softly: "Sword Master, has the Ancestor given you any decree to convey?"

Within the tempest atop the mountain, a figure gradually emerges — Sword Cultivator East Sea, dressed in a black long gown.

Small in stature, with a child’s face, and bearing a long sword on his back — East Sea appears amid the storm, walking slowly, step by step, to stand before the woman.

"Greetings, Ghost Race Leader." East Sea bows deeply.

The woman ponders momentarily, shakes her head, saying: "The Ancestor has already relieved me of the leader position; thus your use of that title is not apt."

East Sea chuckles: "Alright, although the leader title is removed, the Ancestor has not dismissed you from the Black Wood Tribe’s Yama position, so I’ll still address you as Yama."

"That is also inappropriate." The woman shakes her head: "Once on Ghost Cloud Cliff, one is considered a sinner of the Ghost Race; until the Ancestor pardons me, my title is merely a convict. The title Yama should not be used."

She pauses, even looks towards East Sea, and sincerely urges: "Please relay to the Ancestor that I acknowledge my sins and will reflect here for three years. But the Black Wood Tribe should not go three years without Yama’s leadership.

Please remind the Ancestor that the Black Wood Tribe always follows the Ancestor diligently, without negligence, and ask the Ancestor to appoint a new Yama for the tribe to prevent any disarray.

I, Luo Xiuqing, have no resentment in my heart, only remorse towards the Ancestor, praying daily here hoping for absolution."

East Sea steps forward, studying the woman’s face, particularly her eyes, hoping to detect any guise or insincerity.

But to East Sea’s disappointment, the woman’s gaze remains genuinely earnest.

Even the fluctuation of her divine sense is unfeigned, filled with sincere repentance.

East Sea sighs: "Luo Xiuqing, I truly cannot see through you."

Luo Xiuqing smiles bitterly, takes a deep breath, raises her hands clasped before her chest, then bows respectfully.

Her tone is unequivocal: "Luo Xiuqing harbors absolutely no resentment!"

Yet she pauses slightly, then sighs lightly: "Only, I have a personal request, I hope Sword Master can convey to the Ancestor."

East Sea nods: "...Please speak."

"I understand it was not only Zhan Li’s decisions that angered the Ancestor. Beyond Zhan Li, others including myself were involved in schemes that, in the Ancestor’s view, may seem like ’acting presumptuously’.

Luo Xiuqing has confessed and accepted punishment! But for others, including my less-than-competent disciple Zhan Li... I beg the Ancestor not to overly penalize them.

Because..."

"Because why?" East Sea inquires coldly.

"Because they did not act presumptuously intentionally!"

Luo Xiuqing chuckles bitterly, her tone imbued with helplessness and a touch of bitterness: "An orphan disobeying parental orders may not be out of intent.

Rather, growing up without parental presence, she has learned reliance on herself, accustomed to managing situations independently, making her own decisions...

She is simply accustomed to days without parental guidance."

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