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"No, what does he know?"
Dao Zun used Tiandong as a trap, and who among them was not a pawn in Daoist Master Wei Guangming's game? Even if one tried to escape, could they truly break free from the shackles of fate?
Haowen silently thought to himself that he had made the right choice.
Bu Luo, the Coal Blossom System, was destined to be my grave. I no longer hoped for anyone to come and save us; the desolate mountain in the Southeast was already surrounded by the Elder of the Daoist Sect, not even a mosquito could get through.
Not good.
At this moment, Wen Ren was in Minghong. Why had the desolate mountain been able to hold out for so many days? Once they arrived, they would plunge headfirst into the traps set by the Nine Nether Sect, and then there would truly be no escape.
Indeed, such an obvious trap—wouldn't the person beside Gu see through it? They shouldn't fall for it so easily. But could Gu really let those people go? What about Hong Ling? What about Beginning Path?
I must find a way out; only by breaking through can I alert those outside.
Would I make it in time?
Seeing Wen's unpredictable and cold expression, Zhang Liuyuan suddenly felt much more at ease, as if he had stepped on Wen's foot with just a few words. He relished that feeling—a thrill of the hunt.
Look at how disheveled I am now; he really couldn't understand why Ye Youluo thought he could compare me to Mu Qinglong and point at Hong Yulong while also pointing at himself.
I believe that before tomorrow, I will always be ahead of him.
When we first met, I didn't even have my Pseudo Golden Core or my Ruby Dragon Spear out, yet I forced all of them into a corner with no way out.
Now, he could easily send me to the Ninth Underworld alone. Isn't that laughable?
From the day he saw me, he was determined that one day he would surpass me, no matter the cost.
Tomorrow, my wish will come true.
Hong Yulong leaned heavily against the nearly shattered Ruby Dragon Spear, gasping for breath as he interrupted Mu Qinglong, forcing a smile onto his face.
"I can't be friends with someone like you," he said, his voice strained.
Mu Qinglong was momentarily taken aback by Hong Yulong's words. Confusion washed over him; why would his greatest rival, the one he most wanted to defeat, say such a thing?
At that moment, the almost broken Ruby Dragon Spear and the already soulless Jade Dragon Armor began to merge under the last remnants of Hong Yulong's spiritual energy.
A red dragon, its size rivaling that of the Azure Leaf transformed blue dragon, appeared in the sky, using its body to support the faltering Hong Yulong as it clashed with the blue dragon.
"Spirit Binding Technique? Am I going mad?"
In that instant, Mu Qinglong finally understood why Hong Yulong had spoken those words.
In the brief seconds they had been talking, Hong Yulong had unleashed a legendary forbidden technique that forcibly elevated the rank of magical artifacts. He fused his soul with two powerful artifacts, transforming the Ruby Dragon Spear and Jade Dragon Armor into a single weapon. With his soul infused into it, he shattered the barriers between artifacts and created a new Pseudo-Artifact.
The consequence of such an act was that Hong Yulong's soul would be forever imprisoned within the Pseudo-Artifact, a fate even Dao Zun could not alter.
He could lose, but there were some people he could not allow to die.
The voice emanating from the red dragon left Mu Qinglong speechless for a long time.
Perhaps it was as Hong Yulong said; they were each other's best rivals but destined to never be friends.
Beep beep beep.
Lu Chen Zhou's sword dripped with Dong Jiang Anbo's blood.
Tan Siyuan held onto that man who had risked everything to shield him from a fatal blow. Suddenly, he realized how distant that figure felt, as if he were living in an unreal dream.
The Jiang Anbo before him was the most real person in his life, yet he felt utterly disconnected from him.
Was it wrong for him to come back? It was bound to happen.
It would.
No, it wouldn't. The Southeast had several Combined Cultivators and a group of Elders from the Daoist Sect waiting for them—at least twenty Transcendence experts, ten Refining Spirit practitioners, and a Fusion master. Even if he were Gu Bian from Dongyi, he didn't think he could make it through, let alone bring anyone out.
Madman.
Tan Siyuan and Jiang Anbo felt a wave of suffocation in their hearts. Such immense power, if unleashed on the battlefield, could have easily spelled their doom. But since the Ninth Underworld hadn't allowed Ren He, an elder cultivator, to appear on the battlefield, it seemed they had underestimated Coco and the others who were coming. This was truly unpredictable.
He had seen him once, and the impression lingered—like someone forever shrouded in mist, making it hard to see clearly. Bu Luo had played no decisive role that time; all the Elders of the Daoist Sect would have been intercepted outside the safety zone. But now that they were here, it was like moths drawn to a flame.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As Jiang Anbo's words fell, a thunderous vibration resonated across the battlefield, reaching everyone's ears. A magnificent palace appeared in the distant sky, dwarfing even the massive Nine Nether Palace.
Four tiny figures stood within the Heavenly Palace, gazing into the distance.
Some were delighted, some laughed, some were melancholic, and others worried.
Then, powerful auras surged from the Heavenly Palace like an unending downpour, completely extinguishing the hope in everyone's hearts.
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