After several more days of channeling spiritual energy into Shang Yan's body, a phone call came in the early hours of the morning.
"Hello, Zhou Ping, are you there?" Ye Fan's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Yes, I'm here." Zhou Ping had only slept for a short while, and his voice was still a little hoarse. He reached out and touched his side, feeling a familiar, warm body, which reassured him.
Ye Fan sighed softly, "Why haven't I heard from you these past few days? Did you go back to Xijin City? Are you settled in? Shang Yan... how is he now?"
Zhou Ping replied, "Yes, I came back to check on the shop. Shang Yan hasn't been doing well these past few days, so I haven't contacted you much."
"You suddenly called me, is there something you want to say?" After sitting up from the bed, Zhou Ping grabbed the shirt that was lying next to him and put it on.
After he carefully buttoned up the buttons, a voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's nothing, I just called to ask after finishing some business."
"Hmm, I'm going to the Mist." After carefully getting dressed, Zhou Ping checked the time. It was four o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside was faintly showing the light of dawn, with a few clouds floating in the clear sky.
"...Where to go? At least give me some direction." Ye Fan rubbed his sore and dry eyes. It was common for him to work late into the night.
After Zhou Ping finished packing, he carried the sword box on his back and held Shang Yan in one arm.
He didn't need to bring much; just Shang Yan and the sword would suffice.
It was still early morning, and Shang Yan was sleeping soundly in his arms. Ever since he developed the amnesia, he had rarely woken up.
Even when he woke up, he just stared blankly into space.
"I'm going to Sun City in Egypt." Thinking that this trip might take a long time, Zhou Ping picked up a small package and slung it over his shoulder.
"Some accounts need to be settled."
Hearing him say that, Ye Fan couldn't help but ask, "What about Shang Yan? Are you taking him with you?"
"Hmm." Zhou Ping locked the bookstore, took one last look in the direction of his third uncle's local restaurant, and then flew into the sky, heading towards the place beyond the mist.
"Alright, with us in Great Xia, you'll return safely." Seeing that he was determined to leave, Ye Fan didn't try to stop him any further.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Fan got up and walked to the window, looking at the gradually brightening sky.
"Bon Voyage."
Flying in the sky, the wind was quite strong. Although his sword energy blocked the wind from reaching him, Zhou Ping still took out a thick coat from his small package and draped it over Shang Yan's shoulders.
019 flew to his side and tapped its electronic screen. "It is indeed difficult to discern directions in the fog, but I just requested a detection device from the main system. I can detect the surrounding situation within a radius of 100 kilometers."
It must be said that 019 is indeed very reliable.
After all, Zhou Ping was there to help him complete his mission, so 019 would definitely do his best to help.
It analyzed, "Now that you have entered the level of a chief god, apart from Ra of Sun City posing a threat to you... the other gods will not be your three-way enemy."
Furthermore, given the existence of the source of life, if Zhou Ping and the Sun God were to fight, the odds would still be 60/40.
During the fight, Zhou Ping's body will be reshaped into a perfect form as he comprehends the laws of the sword. Simply put, it's like having a top-tier healer standing next to a top-tier damage dealer. This damage dealer will not only not consume mana or health, but will also become stronger during the fight.
Such incredible speed is probably only something Zhou Ping could achieve.
"Hmm." In a short time, Zhou Ping had already flown to the border. He looked at the mist in front of him, gripped his sword tightly, and stepped into the air.
With 019's navigation guidance, he avoided a lot of trouble along the way and headed straight for Sun City.
...
On the other side, a person was standing next to the ice coffin where Chu Changliu was lying.
"Brother, something's not right with you," the man said, noticing Chu Changliu's hands trembling slightly inside the ice coffin, his eyes darting around uncontrollably even with their closed eyes closed.
Somewhat surprised, "Is she about to wake up?"
A few days ago, Li Yan asked him to come here and keep watch, saying that some external spiritual energy had entered and that he should keep an eye on Chu Changliu's soul so that it wouldn't be accidentally taken away.
No... is it really possible for someone to use such a small amount of mental energy to lure someone away?
Looking at the coffin lid that was about to be lifted and could not be held down, the person guarding the ice coffin had to admit it.
Some people, even if they only transmit a trace of spiritual power, can truly steal a person's soul.
However, Chu Changliu is currently at a critical stage in the regeneration of his divine status, and there is no room for error. The man took out a stack of talismans and scattered them in the surrounding space. The dense yellow talismans floated in the hall, isolating everything from the outside world.
When the coffin lid finally stopped trembling, the person guarding the ice coffin breathed a sigh of relief.
That sigh of relief came too soon.
The next moment, Chu Changliu, who could no longer sense the familiar spiritual energy inside the ice coffin, raised his hand.
"Holy crap!" The man quickly moved a large rock and placed it on top of the violently trembling ice coffin.
The next second.
The boulder and the coffin lid were both blown away at the same time, and the boulder that shot into the sky punched a huge hole in the entire hall.
"Holy crap, is this guy turning in his grave???"
"Li Yan, come quick! It's come back to life!" It's a ten-thousand-year-old corpse!
The man roared twice as he was thrown out by the flying coffin lid.
As soon as the voice faded, a figure appeared behind him and reached out to grab the ice coffin lid, which was a full five meters thick.
This commotion caused all the yellow talismans in the main hall to be scattered.
That wisp of spiritual energy that drifted in from the outside world once again entered the ice coffin.
Chu Changliu, who had kicked the coffin lid away, fell straight down again.
Thump—
With a muffled thud, he didn't even open his eyes.
"What's going on?"
“No need to block those spiritual forces anymore, although I don’t know how they got here…” Li Yan’s expression was not good as he closed the coffin lid again.
"You have no idea that such a huge plank was suddenly thrown at me just now; even a boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds couldn't hold this coffin lid down—"
"I can't live like this anymore. You stay here and watch over him. I'm going back to the Immortal Realm."
After speaking, the man turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
Li Yan: ...
He turned to look at Chu Changliu lying in the ice coffin, his expression complex.
"Your wife is coming; my wife ran away."
If Chu Changliu hadn't been still asleep, Li Yan would have really wanted to pull him up, press his head down, and make him handle the affairs of the entire Southern and Eastern Regions.
After taking two deep breaths, Li Yan felt a slight heart attack.
He suddenly chuckled, took out a recording stone, and recorded a sentence: "Your wife ran away with your child, did you know that, Chu Changliu?"
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