It is unknown when, but Wu Gan regained consciousness.

When he realized what was happening, he was absorbing a smaller wisp of ghostly energy.

He belatedly realized that he had already been tricked by Chunwu into failing his ascension.

But in reality, he sensed the will of Heaven the moment he prepared to ascend, before Chunwu made his move.

The ascension ladder in this realm can no longer connect to the upper realm.

If he still decides to ascend, he will inevitably fail.

But what a cultivator seeks in his long life is nothing more than ascension.

During those long ten thousand years when ascension was impossible, so many cultivators perished after hitting a wall.

Everyone hopes that they will be the chosen one for a miracle.

After all, those who can cultivate to the point of transcending tribulation are all very confident in themselves.

He never expected his best friend to betray him when he ascended to heaven.

After his fall, he regained his memories only to find his friend pressing his soul into pseudo-magma while a strange fire approached, attempting to erase his memories.

Wu Gan remained numb and silent.

The fact that he couldn't ascend was weighing heavily on his mind, and it was more devastating than being betrayed by his best friend.

What they pursued their entire lives was something they could never achieve.

He wanted to tell the cultivation world about this, but when he looked up, he saw the fierce gaze of his former best friend.

My mind immediately went blank.

He remained silent, but his worries about his wife and two children lingered.

The strange fire was slowly burning away his memories.

Wu Gan curled his lips slightly and quietly extracted some important memories from his mind and hid them deep in his dantian.

The condition for breaking the seal on memories is the presence of the breath of one's wife and children.

But to his surprise, when he saw his son again, they were two ghostly figures staring at each other.

After Wu Gan spilled a box of pills in Jing Hong's wake, the seal was broken on its own, and the memories rushed from his dantian into his spiritual platform.

The moment he regained consciousness, Wu Gan quickly grasped the situation and silently attacked his son.

Fortunately, the ghost had no expression, which allowed him to suppress his complex emotions and stop his son when Chunwu asked him to enter his body with yin energy.

The person the son wanted to protect possessed a strong sense of righteousness.

He was unaware of the current situation in the cultivation world, but he had a strange feeling that the arrogant sword-wielding girl was worth entrusting with.

So when he clung to her blood-stained legs, Song Siyao was lost in thought because he was sharing memories.

It contains fragments of his hidden memories, as well as fragments of what he heard and felt while lurking beneath the main hall of Venerable Chunwu.

The girl, sword in hand, soared into the sky.

A wisp of ghostly energy from Wu Gan seeped into the ground and gently mingled with his son's ghostly energy.

It was at this moment that the ghostly energy of the father and son was able to communicate.

Wu Ling's expression was extremely complicated. "Father."

Wu Gan's smiling and patient voice finally rang out again after a thousand years.

"Ah Ling, why..."

It has turned into this state.

The father and son, exuding ghostly auras, remained silent.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was Chunwu who did it."

Wu Ling spoke calmly, but couldn't help but choke up when facing her father: "I always thought Father had ascended to heaven."

Wu Gan remained silent, his ghostly aura patting his son, "The ladder to ascension in this world is broken; no one can ascend now."

Wu Ling was surprised, but not so surprised.

He followed the Song sisters and knew that their goal was to help A Yao successfully ascend to immortality.

"Did you see her? She is the chosen one. If she successfully ascends, perhaps this world can still be saved."

"Her? Just as I had a premonition, she has an aura that is close to the heavens. I can even share my memories with her."

"Father, now that you have regained consciousness, come with me. I beg Wan'er to save you."

Wu Ling could sense the invisible shackles on her father.

Something is binding him.

Wu Gan wanted to shake his head, but then belatedly realized that he was no longer human.

"...The strange fire they wield is extremely bizarre, and I cannot break free from it. The consequence of disobeying is that a portion of my power has been burned away as a warning."

After all, he was being controlled by Venerable Chunwu, and he was resisting the power of the strange fire, so it wasn't as easy as it seemed on the surface.

"But you—"

"They have joined forces with mysterious forces to drag your friend into the Flame Abyss Prison, making sure the cultivation world cannot tolerate her. Chunwu and his son will sacrifice all the ghost cultivators in the mountains to open an evil realm and disrupt the six realms."

That's all the information he'd heard.

"The Evil Realm? Wasn't it destroyed by the seniors?"

Wu Gan looked at his son in surprise, "That's why they want to use all the ghost cultivators in the mountain as sacrifices in order to reopen the evil realm. And the evil people of the six realms under the Flame Abyss are the forces that the father and son plan to bring under their command."

"And all of this can only be achieved by dragging that young friend named Song Siyao into the Yan Yuan Prison."

Therefore, the best way to make him lead Song Siyao astray, causing him to lose his mind and commit evil deeds is to have him kill someone in front of countless forces in the cultivation world.

All eyes were on Song Siyao, who was in mid-air, as she chuckled and unleashed the Demon-Slaying Sword.

The sky, a mix of light and shadow, and the world that the two sisters were trying to create with their combined power, were forced to flicker in the shadows by the sword energy of the Demon-Slaying Sword she was brewing.

Upon seeing this, Wanqiji and Shenzhuochuan picked up their weapons and leaped into the air.

Yan Shanjun and countless others at the Tribulation Transcending stage flew away together.

Someone burst into laughter.

"Chunwu, you never leave the mountain gate, and your limited thinking prevents you from seeing the countless wonders of the cultivation world."

"If you want to open up the evil realm, have you asked for our opinions?"

The cultivators laughed loudly, and everyone stood behind Song Siyao, the continuous power supporting Song Siyao's righteous sword intent.

Song Tingwan flipped her palm, and the cinnabar mist continued to fall.

The sword intent that Song Siyao was cultivating grew stronger and more imposing.

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