At the same time, boulders began to fall from the cave-like space in front of the cliff.
The entire dark cell shook.
Song Tingwan quickly closed her eyes, her thoughts slipping through the crack that Xiao Ao had scratched open.
They crammed everyone into the space without any regard for the consequences.
Above the cage.
Longmu suddenly looked toward the entrance.
"Not good!" Shen Zhuochuan exclaimed.
Song Tingwan's mind raced, and she reached out and scooped up the white tiger that was hopping around nearby.
She looked up and met Bai Long's gaze.
"Get down and enter the space."
The woman half-embraced the enormous white tiger as they retreated to the edge of the cliff. The white dragon, which had been circling high in the sky, released its grip, and the spear and the cage fell together.
As the white dragon transformed into a human, it retrieved its spear as the empty cage plunged into the pseudo-magma surface.
He flew towards her and the white tiger, while Zewu also slipped in through the entrance of the secret passage.
Song Tingwan frowned, took two steps forward, grabbed Shen Zhuochuan's hand, hugged Xiao Ao, and flashed into the mustard seed space.
Less than a breath.
When Zewu reached the cliff, all that remained was an empty space.
There was not a trace of human life left.
Immortal Lord Zewu stood there, frowning.
Looking at the fake lava splashing on the edge of the cliff.
My heart sank.
With a lift of his hand, the cage that had sunk to the bottom of the fake magma quickly rose into the air.
Sure enough, the person was rescued.
Immortal Lord Zewu smiled.
He even laughed out loud.
He looked around, feeling exceptionally pleased.
"Song Tingwan, you're here, aren't you?"
"It's good that you've arrived. I was worried you wouldn't come."
"You probably haven't left yet. Although I don't know what method you used to hide in or where you are, I advise you not to waste your time. Now that you've been lured in, you won't be able to get out of Wutong Mountain."
"If you want to hide, then hide. I hope you can hide forever."
Zewu turned and left with satisfaction, and Song Tingwan followed him out of the secret passage, manipulating the invisible bracelet.
Zewu showed no sign of panic, and was even quite certain that Song Tingwan had saved him.
Inside the mustard seed space.
The group was quite surprised when they entered, but after taking a few more glances and listening to Song Tingwan recount the situation outside, they fell back into a state of depression.
He used the word 'introduce'.
After finishing speaking, Song Siyao squatted down next to Xiao Ao, rubbed her head, and praised her for doing a great job.
The white tiger grinned and nuzzled her with its head.
While manipulating the bracelet to keep up with Ze Wu, Song Tingwan told them about her plans.
"With the dual surveillance of ghostly energy and strange fire from Wutong Mountain, we have nowhere to escape. We might as well stay in the mustard seed space and follow Zewu to see if we can get more clues that will help us break the deadlock."
No one objected.
But we won't just sit idly by and wait to die.
"By the way, Zewu said before that he wanted to make you and Ayao suffer, and that he was going to arrest Brother Shentu's family. Wan'er... if he really intends to target you, I'm afraid more and more people will be implicated."
This mountain is filled with darkness and bloodshed.
Perhaps some truths are not so important compared to the cultivators who are constantly being abducted and killed.
Wu Ling's ghostly aura lingered erratically for a long time.
It has finally taken root and taken shape.
"Go out and seek help from Lord Yan and the others to destroy Wutong Mountain."
“I have repaid the debt of gratitude I owe you. Release me, whether I live or die, I want to see my father again.”
The father's presence lingers in the underground chamber of the main hall where Chunwu resides.
But no one knows whether his father is still his father or not.
Perhaps over the years, the father's memories have long been burned to ashes by the strange fire of Wutong Mountain.
He will never remember his wife and children again.
But he would regret it if he didn't take a look.
But my father has been dead for a thousand years, and evidence is hard to find. There is no need to drag a group of friends down with him for a piece of evidence that may never be found.
"I can sneak into the main hall. If I sense any killing intent after you leave, I will help you escape back in."
Looking at her companion who had been with her for many, many years, Song Tingwan spoke in a gentle voice, unusually slow and earnest.
Wu Ling shook his head. "Ghost energy needs to penetrate underground; your bracelet can't go down there."
"You can't help me, go out and get reinforcements."
Seeing that neither of them would back down, Baili Xijiang couldn't help but speak up: "Why don't you wait until we bring back reinforcements before Wu Ling goes to find your father?"
This greatly reduces the danger.
Everyone glanced at him and fell silent; no one offered him an explanation.
Wu Ling's father is located beneath Venerable Chunwu's main hall, and it's highly likely that... things aren't going well for him.
If they are not being controlled, then they have long since lost their memories.
Regardless of which one it is, if they go out and bring back people to attack Wutong Mountain, they will face off against Venerable Chunwu and Immortal Lord Zewu.
Then Wu Ling's father will definitely be controlled and fight against them.
Once the blades are drawn, there's no room for further probing.
Wu Ling looked at the quiet crowd and Song Tingwan, whose face was full of worry.
He chuckled softly, "I am also a ghost cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage. I can definitely hold out until you bring reinforcements. You can go without worry."
Before the war began, if he could speak a few words with his lucid father, it would fulfill his wish.
This is his obsession.
It was an answer he couldn't control wanting to find after learning that his father's failure to transcend the tribulation was not normal.
Was it Venerable Chunwu who caused my father's failure to transcend the tribulation?
And were they still the ones who turned him into a ghost cultivator?
Even if he is discovered and exposed, he still has the strength to fight against Venerable Chunwu.
It was also his pent-up anger and resentment, his desire to avenge his father.
But even so, he still held onto a sliver of hope.
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