Sect: Starting with Comprehending Thunder Skill Chapter 1452 - 610: Military Aggression and Internal Hollowing

A disciple from the "Acquisition Department" asked worriedly.

"No need, I’m very familiar with ’Sunken Star Island’."

Li Yunjing waved his hand, his figure blurred, and he disappeared into the bustling street.

As night fell, Li Yunjing followed the jade scroll information provided by Zhou Dehai, arriving at a secluded residence in the west of the city.

It seemed ordinary but actually hid mysteries.

This was precisely a secret base of the "Secret Alliance."

On "Sunken Star Island," the "Secret Alliance" was not legal, not registered with the "Celestial Net Dao Sect," considered a loose cultivator organization.

Naturally, they couldn’t have their own mountain gate on "Sunken Star Island."

The "Celestial Net Dao Sect" was very strict with the control of its subordinate forces, not just anyone could become an affiliate force of the "Celestial Net Dao Sect."

If not for some issues faced by the "Celestial Net Dao Sect," such a miscellaneous organization couldn’t exist.

It would have been already swept away by the island-guarding army, leaving no one alive.

The "Celestial Net Dao Sect" controlled the "Celestial Net Sea Region," much more strictly than the "Shenxiao Dao Sect" that governed the "Great Ming Cultivation Realm."

In the "Great Ming Cultivation Realm," there were fellow sects like the "Wenda Dao" and the "Beidie Sect," living carefree, while all forces here were subordinates of the "Celestial Net Dao Sect," without exception.

At this moment, Li Yunjing stealthily infiltrated the courtyard.

"Three Foundation Establishment Eighth and Ninth Cultivators, one Golden Core Second Cultivator..."

Li Yunjing’s divine sense swept through, forming a plan in his mind.

As he climbed over the wall into the backyard, he heard intense arguing from inside the room.

"Useless! You can’t even retrieve a jade box!"

A hoarse voice hollered angrily.

"Calm down, hierarch! That kid has background from ’Wuyamen,’ we..."

Another person said.

"Nonsense! What ’Wuyamen,’ even dragons have to coil on ’Sunken Star Island!’ Bring more people tomorrow, definitely... retrieve the item!"

The hoarse voice continued to resound.

Before the voice finished, the door silently opened.

The four people inside turned abruptly, seeing a blue-robed cultivator standing with hands behind his back, the moonlight casting a long shadow behind him.

"No need to wait for tomorrow."

Li Yunjing said faintly, "Mr. Li has come personally."

"It’s you!"

The white-robed cultivator who had caused trouble in the "Wanbao Pavilion" before changed his expression drastically, slapping the table: "How daring! You dare to intrude on my ’Secret Alliance’ base!"

The other two Foundation Establishment cultivators reacted swiftly, one summoned a flying sword, the other engaged a spell, cold air filled the room instantly.

"Courting death!"

Li Yunjing snorted coldly, from his sleeve suddenly flew out three golden lights.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

Three muffled sounds occurred almost simultaneously.

Blood holes appeared on the foreheads of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, falling backward.

The white-robed cultivator’s chest was pierced, looking at the blood pouring from his heart incredulously.

"You..."

The Golden Core cultivator, referred to as hierarch, his face changed drastically, quickly slapping a "storage ring," a jet-black shield appeared in front of him instantly.

"Boom!"

Just as the shield appeared, it was hit by a crimson fire line, splitting into pieces.

The Golden Core cultivator grunted, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Samadhi True Fire? You are..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yunjing ghostly appeared behind him, pressing a palm on his back.

"Soul Search!"

The Golden Core cultivator’s eyes bulged, his body twitching.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Yunjing withdrew his hand, his opponent collapsed like a mound of mud.

From the opponent’s memory, Li Yunjing obtained several key pieces of information.

First, the "Secret Alliance" was indeed secretly supported by a Supreme Elder of the "Celestial Net Dao Sect," aiming to suppress disobedient firms and plunder resources.

Second, that Supreme Elder of "Celestial Net Dao Sect" was plotting a major event, requiring a large amount of "Profound Yin Sand."

Third, near the waters of "Burial Island," a large group of the "Secret Alliance" patrols the perimeter, anyone accidentally entering would be slaughtered by them.

Of course, if some experts break through the perimeter and enter inside, the patrol teams of "Celestial Net Dao Sect" are responsible for cleanup.

As for near "Burial Island," there are seven Array Grandmasters, along with that Supreme Elder personally overseeing.

"Interesting..."

After collecting the spoils, Li Yunjing’s fingertips ignited a strand of true flame, burning the four corpses to ashes.

Then, after carefully searching the room, he found an iron box covered in talismans in a secret compartment.

After opening it, there was a blood-colored jade scroll and a fragmentary sea chart inside.

The jade scroll recorded indeed part of the "Mystical Manual!"

And the location marked on the sea chart was a place on "Burial Island."

"It seems this muddy water is getting more and more interesting."

After putting away the items, just as Li Yunjing was about to leave, he suddenly frowned.

He sensed several presences rapidly approaching.

"You’re quick to arrive."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, Li Yunjing took out an invisibility talisman, pasted it on himself, and his figure gradually faded.

When five "Secret Alliance" cultivators broke through the door, they only saw a ground full of ashes and traces of a fight, with the assailant long gone.

After leaving the "Secret Alliance" base, Li Yunjing didn’t return to the inn but dashed towards the east of the city.

Since he promised Zhou Dehai to deliver the jade box to the "Tianxing Pavilion," he decided to head there overnight.

After all, from the information obtained in the soul search, time was running out.

In the night, Li Yunjing’s figure moved like a phantom, swiftly traversing the rooftops.

In just fifteen minutes, he silently leaped out from a closed section of the city wall.

The guard of these ordinary cultivators was nearly pointless in Li Yunjing’s eyes.