"My son and I will break through the boundaries and become gods. From now on, the six realms will become seven realms, and my son and I will be the rulers of the world."
The supreme position.
It's so exciting it makes you tremble.
Venerable Chunwu was not as optimistic as him.
After all, he had personally witnessed how the Demon Lord was abandoned during the great battle at the Cloud Palace.
He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky with a complicated expression.
The two ghostly energies were locked in combat, but the father and son didn't take it too seriously.
They didn't believe that Wu Ling, a ghost cultivator who had just entered the Tribulation Transcending stage, could defeat someone who had failed to ascend.
But more than ten breaths passed.
The father and son turned around in surprise.
"Why hasn't this been resolved yet after so long?"
Immortal Lord Zewu frowned. "Could it be that Wugan still has memories preventing him from harming his own son?"
Venerable Chunwu looked down at the entangled ghostly energy.
But then they discovered...
Every time Wu Gan made a move, Wu Ling seemed to be able to anticipate it and escape in advance.
There is no better son than a father.
However, Wu Ling, who was personally trained by her father, was also very familiar with her father's fighting style.
Even though Wugan lost his memory, his attack method was still instinctive.
"You said Wu Ling is the ghost servant of the Chosen One. If the fight continues, will they appear?"
Venerable Chunwu was calculating.
Zewu Immortal Lord chuckled, "Yes, they will not abandon their companions."
They will definitely come back.
"That's good, let's get ready."
Their breakthrough in opening up a new world lay in them.
"good."
The father and son watched from a distance, letting the two ghostly energies fight fiercely.
Not far away, an invisible bracelet hovered nearby.
Inside the bracelet, Song Tingwan recounted the situation outside.
"Should we go out and help?" Song Siyao weighed the Li Guang sword in his hand, and Wan Qiji also shouldered his broadsword.
Qin Xi was rummaging through his pile of treasures, while Baili Xijiang was also preparing countless elixirs.
They are all preparing to fight.
Shen Zhuochuan stood side by side with Song Tingwan, sensing that something was amiss.
"Ze Wu and his son didn't make a move? And the ghost cultivators all over the mountain remained silent?"
Should we just let the father and son argue like this?
Song Tingwan nodded. "They stood not far away, seemingly with no intention of making a move. The surrounding forces are still lurking."
However, her thoughts were elsewhere.
She wanted to bring Wu Ling back, so she stared at the two wisps of ghostly energy for a long time.
Wu Gan was indeed menacing.
But she noticed that Wu Ling would occasionally pause for a moment, slightly stunned.
The longer the two ghostly energies fought, the more frequently Wu Ling's ghostly energy hesitated.
It's as if they've discovered something.
Song Tingwan remained calm, watching the battle with concern while gathering all the usable pills for ghost cultivators in her spatial ring.
The only thing that could make Wu Ling lose his composure between life and death was the change in his father.
If it's not a witch doctor, there's still hope.
She refined very few ghost-cultivation pills.
If she had the chance later, she could only throw them all at Wu Gan.
Whether it works or not, we have to give it a try.
This is Wu Ling's chance, and it's also their chance.
We can't get out of Wutong Mountain.
Wu Gan was their incredibly powerful opponent.
The aura of a failed ascension was terrifying; she couldn't even get any closer.
"Could all of us combined defeat Wu Ling's father?"
Baili Xijiang squatted on the ground, asking his master and uncle questions curiously.
Song Tingwan and Shen Zhuochuan exchanged a glance.
They shook their heads, unsure of what to expect.
Approaching the tribulation stage of ascension, they are beings comparable to gods.
The difference in power between those at the Tribulation Transcending stage might be even more exaggerated.
"Ah, if we can't get out, then we'll only be able to face the ascended powerhouses."
Baili Xijiang is worried.
Could it be that all of them are really going to die inside?
No, please.
This is so frustrating.
The magnolia flower mark on Song Tingwan's forehead flickered; she was waiting for an opportunity to try.
“They are waiting for us to show ourselves, but if we continue to hide, we will only continue to be locked in a stalemate. Wu Ling can still cope for now, but the difference in strength is ultimately too great. If we don’t support Wu Ling soon, he will not be able to hold on.”
"It seems that this time, we will have a hard time getting out unscathed."
Shen Zhuochuan flipped his palm and wiped the tip of his spear.
It also tells everyone to prepare for battle.
Everyone's hearts sank, and they each began to consider the weapons and treasures they might need later.
Just in case.
Song Tingwan distributed several life-saving pills to everyone and instructed them: "Remember, life is of the essence. At least hold on to your last breath and don't give up easily."
She lowered her brows slightly, clearly reluctant to say these words.
But a strange destiny.
They always have to push them towards their deaths.
Even if we know the solution lies with them, who will bear the responsibility for the casualties?
What she has to do is protect everyone's lives.
Then, take the opportunity to use a trace of merit and faith from the magnolia flower imprint to try and break the barrier.
She felt a slight sense of disappointment.
The sliver of merit and faith I'd painstakingly collected is now being used to try and break through this impasse.
If we can break the deadlock, that would be great; otherwise, it would be a waste.
Their father, too, had no idea when he would have the chance to be resurrected.
"Wan'er, sneak up to Chunwu and his son first."
Shen Zhuochuan gripped his spear, a slight smile playing on his lips, a cold glint in his eyes.
To catch the thief, first catch the king.
"When we go out later, kill if you can, injure if you can."
Killing him would be a win, but even if it doesn't work out, it would still give me a chance to vent my anger.
"Good! I've wanted to beat him up for a long time! How dare he go against Master and Ayao."
Baili Xijiang stood up excitedly, took out the long spear he used to practice with his uncle, and was eager to try it out.
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