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However, Wang Long noticed Shunshen's struggle at this moment. It seemed that while the use of the Throne was very effective, it also required an astonishing amount of Spiritual Essence. His right hand intentionally rested on Shunshen's shoulder, and a powerful flow of Spiritual Essence surged from Wang Long's body into Shunshen.
Shunshen was slightly surprised. Although he and Wang Long had become quite familiar with each other's powers, it was unlikely that Wang Long could have grasped the nature of the divine race's Spiritual Essence in just a few days.
Now, he was directly transferring Spiritual Essence, and what was even more astonishing was that the two streams of Spiritual Essence merged seamlessly without any sense of rejection!
In this situation, if one were to say that Wang Long and Shunshen were like brothers from the same source, it wouldn't be too surprising. However, how could Wang Long possibly be from the same lineage as him?
Setting this question aside for now, Shunshen knew that they had to completely eliminate the green poisonous mist outside the city wall.
It wasn't that if they didn't clear it this time, they wouldn't be able to do so later. The key point was that even if the mist gathered and did not disperse, it still had a certain degree of diffusion. If they only cleared a small area, the surrounding poisonous mist would likely spread back into that space. While this wouldn't be entirely futile, it would take a considerable amount of time to truly break through a passage.
Moreover, having faced such significant setbacks twice in a row had left the morale of the warriors in Feather not fully recovered. However, with Wang Long and Shunshen defeating strong enemies consecutively, they had brought hope for dispelling the poisonous mist. Therefore, taking advantage of their current high morale, they aimed to clear away more of the mist in one go to achieve a more "noticeable" uplifting effect.
Just after connecting with Shunshen's Spiritual Essence, Wang Long felt how taxing it was. The Throne's purifying effect on these poisonous mists was indeed remarkable, but it also created a massive drain on his Spiritual Essence!
Even though Wang Long and Shunshen could be considered experts in the divine realm now, facing such a tremendous consumption of Spiritual Essence nearly overwhelmed them.
"Oh!" Seeing an area completely cleared, the warriors surged forward. At this moment, they no longer cared about the high status of either of them; the joy of survival surpassed everything!
The two super powerful experts were overwhelmed by the crowd—now barely able to stand—and were knocked to the ground.
"This... is really something!" As moonlight began to rise above the treetops, Wang Long twisted his sore waist and stretched his muscles in the courtyard.
During the day, when he could no longer use the Spiritual Essence, he and Shunshen struggled mightily to escape from the throngs of people. It was frustrating that while others couldn't see their condition, Cai Burin certainly could. However, that old fellow seemed determined to just watch the show, leaving him to suffer.
"Don't say anymore; I truly regret it now!" Compared to Shunshen, Wang Long was relatively fortunate. After all, everyone already knew he wasn't one of the divine race, so there was still some psychological distance from him. They didn't dare to vent all their emotions. "If I hadn't revealed my identity back then, or if I had just won this battle and fled, how could I be suffering like this?"
"Heh heh, that's something you brought upon yourself. By the way, speaking of this, Shunshen, your disguise is gone now. Do you have any plans for what to do next? You can't possibly go back to Fire Mountain City and continue being an elder there, right?"
"Of course not!" Thinking about this trouble made Shunshen sigh helplessly. "Life is not in our hands! Even if I wanted to find a place to hide now, it would be difficult. The Third Realm has always feared that my abilities could break their advantage of moving freely between realms and wouldn't let me go. Not to mention I've now killed one of their Superiors; I've really offended them deeply. Without powerful protection, the day I'm discovered will be the day I'm killed by them!"
Wang Long wondered, "Isn't that the least of your worries? With your status as an Ancient Deity, which Sect in the divine race wouldn't look favorably upon you? Even if your reputation is fake, your strength is real, isn't it?"
"If I could go there, do you think I would still need to hide under a false identity in a place like Fire Mountain City all these years?" A flicker of confusion and anger crossed Shunshen's eyes.
"What? Have you offended someone?" Wang Long quickly guessed his predicament.
"If it were just offending someone, that would be easy to resolve," Shunshen sighed deeply. "The problem is that I've offended... a god!"
"Of course! You are part of the divine race; if you hadn't offended a god, that would be strange... Uh, it seems like the situation is very serious!" Wang Long initially wanted to tease him but realized Shunshen was beyond even a bitter smile now.
"In any case, I can find refuge anywhere in the world except for the Four Major Sects. Even if they were to relent, why would I want to compromise myself with them?"
"Since that's the case, why don't you come with me to the Great Gobi?" Wang Long suggested.
"The Great Gobi?" Shunshen certainly knew of that place but had never considered it before. In his view, a truly safe hiding spot would be in dense forests and mountains like the Northern Qian Mountain Range.
"That's right, it's over there. It's naturally a bit cool in that area, and most people wouldn't think to look there. Plus, with the presence of sandstorms, they can't possibly gather a large number of people to search for long. Eventually, they would have to give up and start over. And if necessary, you can also take a trip into the real world and come back once the heat dies down."
"This..." Shunshen was greatly moved, feeling a sense of "why didn't I think of this before."
"There's something even more important. Over there, there's someone who can attract attention even more than you."
"Who is it... uh, are you talking about the Abyssal Demon?" Shunshen had almost forgotten about that character due to the long passage of time, but with Wang Long's reminder, he immediately recalled, "So you've already met that Abyssal Demon? That old fellow hasn't shown up yet?"
"Old... fellow..." Wang Long looked at him with a black line on his forehead. He himself was an immortal who had lived for over ten thousand years, and now he was being called an "old fellow."
However, a hint of surprise still flashed through Wang Long's mind.
The term "old" didn't just mean being a few years older. In the context of the various races in the divine realm, where beings could easily be thousands or even tens of thousands of years old, "old" represented absolute strength and greater experience! Whether in direct combat or strategic planning, strength and experience were extremely important aspects.
"Well, I have nowhere else to go anyway. I might as well accompany you to the Great Gobi!" Considering all the benefits, Shunshen agreed rather readily since he had nowhere else to turn.
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