I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 2092: Chapter 2092: Secret Night Conversation

The sun was setting in the west.

The moon was veiled by dark clouds, and the entire Observatory Hall had shed the daytime solemnity, as if draped in a black veil, unusually quiet.

Outside the Observatory Hall, Mu Fusheng’s figure had already turned completely transparent, his aura layered away by talismans, as though he had merged entirely into the night.

He lifted his head to look at the towering hall building, his heart sinking slightly.

Nether River Abyss, Yin Yang Heavenly Pool, Holy Sect... These clues were far too coincidental. Just after Senior Sister Hong Ying obtained the information from that scroll of the Five Spirits Mysterious Technique, the Hall Master immediately issued a mission, specifically ordering them to head to the Nether River Abyss.

All of this felt like a game that had been set up in advance.

Mu Fusheng never believed in coincidences.

Yet from outside the Observatory Hall, he couldn’t hear the movements inside.

The Observatory Hall itself was built of special metals, and within those metals, threads of Power of Law were woven into a formation. If he wanted to force his soul through the walls to observe what was happening inside, he would likely need to unleash the power of his soul at full strength... and with the Hall Master’s cultivation, there was no way he wouldn’t notice.

He could only go in...

Mu Fusheng took a deep breath, lightly touched the Storage Bag at his waist with his fingertips, and took out three talismans... a Boundary Breaking Talisman, an Escape Shadow Talisman, and a Concealing Breath Talisman.

He stacked the three talismans and pressed them to his chest. Mu Fusheng’s figure grew even more illusory, even the spatial ripples around him suppressed to the bare minimum.

He stepped forward once, slipping soundlessly through that faint barrier outside the Observatory Hall.

The hall within was still empty.

Only now it was close to 9 p.m.; no lamps were lit inside, and only the faint moonlight shining through the transparent walls spilled onto the floor, casting the grand hall into a cold, desolate glow.

Mu Fusheng held his breath and focused, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

The Hall Master was not there.

But deep within the hall, the door leading to the inner hall was slightly ajar, a weak light seeping through the crack.

He drew closer slowly, each step so light that not even the air was disturbed.

Just as he was about to press up against the crack in the door, voices came from the inner hall.

It was the Hall Master’s voice, low and stern:

"Everything has been arranged. In three days, they will arrive at the outskirts of the Nether River Abyss."

Another voice sounded, carrying a rasping hoarseness:

"You’re certain there will be no variables?"

Mu Fusheng’s pupils tightened.

This voice... even though it was deliberately lowered, he still felt it was familiar.

The Hall Master said calmly, "The rules of the Supervisory Temple are that once a mission is accepted, it must be carried out. Besides, I’ve ordered Qin Zhao to carry the Heaven Observation Order. Everyone stationed over there will cooperate; they won’t grow suspicious."

"That’s good then." The hoarse voice paused for a moment. "However... those few are not simple, especially that Mu Jiu. His mind is frighteningly meticulous. Are you certain he won’t notice?"

The Hall Master gave a soft chuckle. "And if he does notice? The mission has been issued. If they defy it, they are violating the rules of the Supervisory Temple.

Moreover, the seals at the Nether River Abyss loosening is a fact, and the Holy Sect’s possible involvement is also a fact. All this information is genuine; he won’t find any flaws."

Hearing this, Mu Fusheng’s expression grew ugly.

So it really wasn’t a coincidence.

But why were they doing this? Could it be their identities had been exposed, and they intended to wipe them out in the Nether River Abyss?

Just as Mu Fusheng’s thoughts turned this way, the voice inside sounded again.

The hoarse voice fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly: "Let us hope so. But to be safe... I suggest you send another team to follow them in secret, not to monitor, but to protect. Though this is their final test, the Nether River Abyss is far too dangerous. If something happens, it would be a tremendous loss for our Supervisory Temple. After all, their talent is no less than mine."

"Protect?" The Hall Master’s tone tightened slightly.

"Yes, protect." A hint of amusement colored the hoarse voice. "If they truly encounter danger, these protectors can step in in time to avoid accidents.

Of course, if all goes smoothly, these people will never reveal themselves."

The Hall Master pondered for a moment. "Very well, I’ll make arrangements."

"Besides..." the hoarse voice continued, "the conditions for the opening of the Yin Yang Heavenly Pool are about to be complete. That item in the Nether River Abyss is the key. You can let them attempt to fight for it. On the one hand, it will test them; on the other, if they pass the test, it will allow them to enter the Yin Yang Heavenly Pool."

The Hall Master spoke in a deep voice: "I understand. But that thing lies deep within the abyss. With their cultivation..."

"Rest assured, someone will guide them." The hoarse voice cut him off. "You only need to ensure they enter the outer perimeter of the abyss. After that, someone else will naturally take over."

The Hall Master was silent for a while before slowly saying:

"What exactly does that person... intend to do?"

The hoarse voice let out a brief laugh, laced with unfathomable undertones. "Hall Master, there are some things where the less you know, the better. You need only remember that obeying orders will bring you nothing but benefits."

The Hall Master fell silent.

The inner hall sank into a brief quiet.

Mu Fusheng pressed himself against the doorframe, his brows tightly furrowed.

So it was still a test... To go to such lengths just to arrange this final trial for them—that only showed how cautious the Supervisory Temple was.

At the same time, the Yin Yang Heavenly Pool, that certain object within the Nether River Abyss, the guide working behind the scenes... these fragmented pieces of information raced through his mind, but the most crucial link was still missing.

He wanted to keep listening, but the two inside seemed to have finished talking.

Footsteps sounded, heading toward the door.

Mu Fusheng’s figure flickered and he retreated silently into the shadows in the corner of the hall.

The door was pushed open.

Mu Fusheng tilted his head slightly, watching the Hall Master walk out first, followed by a figure wrapped entirely in a Black Robe.

The Black Robe concealed the person’s build completely, even his face hidden beneath the shadow of the hood, making his features impossible to discern.

Yet Mu Fusheng couldn’t shake the sense of familiarity...

The Black Robe reached the main doors of the hall, stopped, and suddenly turned to glance at the empty hall.

Moonlight fell into the shadow of his hood, faintly outlining half the contours of his face.

Mu Fusheng was slightly startled, drawing his head back and pressing his back against the wall in the corner.

He held his breath, even suppressing the rhythm of his heartbeat to the minimum.

The Black Robe’s gaze swept slowly across the hall, as if searching for something.

But in the end, he found nothing. He merely shook his head lightly and said in a low voice:

"Hall Master, what happened tonight is known only to you and me."

The Hall Master nodded. "Naturally."

The Black Robe spoke no further. His figure turned into a wisp of black smoke, dissolving into the night.

The Hall Master stood at the doorway, watching the Black Robe depart. Only after a long while did he turn back into the hall.

He walked to the center of the hall, lifted his head to gaze at the moonlight on the dome, and murmured softly, "Mu Jiu... I hope you won’t disappoint us."

With that, he swept his sleeve, and the doors of the hall slowly closed.

The hall returned to silence.

Mu Fusheng lingered in the shadows for Half an incense stick of time more, and only after confirming that the Hall Master had left did he slip soundlessly out of the Observatory Hall.

On the way back to his cave dwelling, Mu Fusheng’s mind was a storm of thoughts.

Though he now knew they intended a final test of their identities, he still felt that the crucial piece was missing.

Moreover, that strong sense of familiarity made Mu Fusheng wary.

More importantly... that last line from the Black Robe, "what happened tonight is known only to you and me"—it sounded like a casual reminder, but Mu Fusheng faintly felt it was more of a hint.

As if the Black Robe knew there was a third person listening to this conversation tonight.

Yet he clearly hadn’t sensed anything unusual...

Mu Fusheng shook his head, temporarily pressing these stray thoughts down.

In any case, this journey to the Nether River Abyss could not be avoided.

Since it couldn’t be avoided, he could only prepare well and counter each move as it came.