Immediately following this,

the massive blood-red skull, which had been firmly embedded in the collapsed ground of the Pure Yang Temple ruins, rapidly shrank, almost instantly reducing to the size of a normal human skull.

Then, this blood-skull was swiftly pulled into the distance by the blood-red spine connected to its rear end.

With a series of terrifying sonic booms, it shattered and pierced through countless trees and giant rocks along the way, reaching Li Hai in just half a second, sixty li away.

To be precise, it returned to its original size and length.

That's right, the Pure Yang Temple, which had occupied ten thousand mu earlier, was actually smashed into oblivion by Li Hai from sixty li away using the Sky Dome Whip Hammer.

Previously, he had thought that this School, which had a good reputation on the surface, might be a training base that provided talent to the Nameless Organization.

However, from the Old Woodcutter's mouth, Li Hai heard different information.

And when he, half-believing, traveled thousands of li to the area around the Pure Yang Temple, he discovered through his profound mental perception that the Old Woodcutter's words were indeed true.

This Pure Yang Temple was indeed not a proper Dao School.

In essence, it was actually a Magical Artifact workshop specializing in various evil Magical Artifacts.

As for who these Magical Artifacts were supplied to, there was also an obvious answer—the Nameless Organization.

In short, after a period of observation, Li Hai confirmed a fact.

That is, everyone in the Pure Yang Temple, from top to bottom, was utterly devoid of any good people; they were all living beasts rotten to the bone and festering with evil.

Humans can live, but beasts must die.

So he did not hesitate, immediately smashing this hypocritical Pure Yang Dao Palace from afar, annihilating every single one of them, even smashing through the ground beneath them, utterly destroying it.

“Hmph.”

Li Hai remotely “looked” at the Pure Yang Temple ruins sixty li away, and said coldly, “The Nameless Organization is truly a cancerous tumor; every branch is as disgusting as a cancer cell.”

“Young man, no, Great, Great Hero!”

The Old Woodcutter, standing by, said eagerly, “Old man, I see you, I see you just used your divine power. Has it, has it already destroyed that Pure Yang Temple?”

That's right, it was the same Old Woodcutter from before. He had actually followed Li Hai here, just to know the news of the Pure Yang Temple's demise as soon as possible.

“Mm.”

Li Hai nodded, “It has been destroyed. All those evil Daoist priests, from top to bottom, are completely dead.”

“Oh dear!”

Upon hearing this, the Old Woodcutter immediately knelt and began kowtowing, weeping as he did so, “Great Hero, thank you, Great Hero! Thank you for avenging this humble one!

My parents kept telling this old man to let go of this hatred and live a peaceful life, not to make a fuss, for fear of incurring the wrath of the Pure Yang Temple's Daoist priests and bringing disaster to the family.

But Xiao Cui and I grew up together; how could I forget her so easily? She was always such an honest person, worked diligently, and spoke little. She never provoked anyone, never offended anyone, so why did she just disappear for no reason? Heaven is unjust!”

Li Hai helped the Old Woodcutter up and said gently, “Now that the entire Pure Yang Temple has been destroyed, your wife, if she knows in the afterlife, should be at peace. From now on, live your life well.”

Although he said that, the Old Woodcutter continued to curse after standing up, clearly hating the Pure Yang Temple to the extreme:

“Those accursed, rotten-assed rogue Daoist priests, this old man wishes he could eat them alive! Wait a moment!”

As if he had thought of something, he suddenly asked, “Great Hero, you, you just said there was an underground palace beneath the Pure Yang Temple. What was in there? What did you see with your immortal technique?”

Upon hearing the Old Woodcutter's question, Li Hai was silent for a moment, unsure whether to explain in such detail, but if he didn't, it would seem a bit fake.

So, after a second or two of silence, Li Hai finally spoke:

“I just saw that the underground palace beneath the Pure Yang Temple was actually a prison, but it seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, and there was no one there.”

“Is that so.”

The Old Woodcutter was not a fool; he seemed to have discerned something from Li Hai's silence earlier, but he didn't want to think too deeply, so he just mumbled, “It's good that it's abandoned; it means fewer people suffered. Alas, Xiao Cui, you just had a bad fate. May you have a good reincarnation in your next life.”

After a brief silence, Li Hai spoke again, “By the way, Old Man, do you know where the Sword Emperor Manor is?”

“Sword Emperor Manor?”

The Old Woodcutter thought for a moment and said, “Great Hero, you must be referring to the Sword Emperor Dynasty.”

“Imperial Dynasty?” Li Hai frowned in confusion, “No, no, I'm looking for a School, not a country.”

“This…”

After trying his best to think, the Old Woodcutter still honestly replied, “Great Hero, please forgive this old man's ignorance, but I have indeed never heard of the Sword Emperor Manor, only the Sword Emperor Dynasty.”

“Is that so.” Li Hai mused, “Then do you know who is the emperor of this Sword Emperor Dynasty?”

“It seems…,” the Old Woodcutter pondered, “I'm not very clear.”

“Alright then.”

Li Hai nodded, “Then, Old Man, please tell me where this Sword Emperor Dynasty is located.”

“Just head southeast.” The Old Woodcutter pointed to the southeast, “It's probably about twenty thousand li away; you should reach it then.”

“Mm, I understand.” Li Hai gazed steadily at the sky in that direction, then looked at the Old Woodcutter and asked, “What about you, Old Man? Shall I take you back to your original place? Are your family members in the village by that main road?”

“I have no family; they all died. After Xiao Cui died, I never remarried, nor did I have children. This old man is all alone in the world.”

The Old Woodcutter waved his hand and said, “Great Hero, you go to that Sword Emperor Dynasty. You don't need to worry about this old man. I just want to go to the Pure Yang Temple ruins to see, and then burn some joss paper for Xiao Cui or something.”

“Old Man, I advise you not to go.”

Li Hai said slowly, “The terrain there is extremely dangerous now, with bottomless pits everywhere. If you're not careful, you'll fall into a hole. If you really fall in, you won't die from the fall, but you'll starve to death.”

However, to Li Hai's surprise, the Old Woodcutter showed no fear or concern after hearing this. He even pulled out a small wine flask from his Pregnant and slowly took a sip before sighing:

“Great Hero, this old man is not like you. My life is worthless. This old man lived too tiredly in the first half of his life, and even more tiredly in the second half.

Pies never fall from the sky; only turds do. The lives of commoners like us are like piles of manure, full of shit,

stinky and bitter.

But this shit has to be eaten sooner or later. Most people eat it slowly and evenly, but as for this old man, I'm tired of the bitterness and don't want to eat it anymore. I just want to kick the bucket sooner.”

“I think I understand.”

Li Hai scrutinized the Old Woodcutter and said in a deep voice, “You—are trying to commit suicide.”

“You're right.”

The Old Woodcutter smiled, “Indeed. This old man feels that living is truly meaningless; it's better to just die.”