Wu Ling carefully crept underground.
He could sense that he was getting closer and closer to his father.
The power underground is not pure either.
Strange flames and wisps of ghostly energy spread freely.
The further down you go, the more careful you need to be.
Finally getting a little closer, he found a corner away from other ghostly auras and tentatively released his own ghostly aura.
Father.
He called out.
However, the deep, massive, and terrifyingly powerful mass of ghostly energy ignored him.
“Father, I am Wu Ling.”
His ghostly aura clearly conveyed this meaning, but the vast ghostly aura at the bottom remained completely unresponsive.
Wu Ling's ghostly aura quieted down, and it tentatively probed downwards again, little by little.
near.
Get closer.
As they drew closer, Wu Ling's ghostly aura slowly began to become disordered.
It shrank back uncontrollably.
He gritted his teeth and carried on, forcing himself to move forward.
The sense of crisis in my heart was about to burst.
His subconscious urged him to escape, but his obsession ran deep. He clung to that sliver of possibility, oblivious to the clamoring sense of crisis, and continued to approach, little by little.
Until then.
The moment they were about to touch the dense mass of yin energy.
A massive and terrifying aura instantly awakened, and Wu Ling's ghostly energy almost dissipated.
He quickly retreated, but a small portion of his ghostly energy was still absorbed by the opponent.
"Father!"
Wu Ling winced in pain and turned back with a touch of sadness.
Without the slightest hesitation, the dense aura surged towards him once more, its sharp killing intent overwhelming him.
Wu Ling frantically dodged in all directions.
By using an illusion, they discarded several small wisps of ghostly energy, thus widening the distance.
Wu Ling couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. If it weren't for the real kinship ties, he wouldn't have been able to sense any trace of fatherly affection in the other's ghostly aura.
He was also keenly aware of this.
This is no longer his father.
His reluctant pause was torn away by a wisp of ghostly energy.
The lingering ghostly energy instantly receded, and Wu Ling, without looking back, quickly fled.
He was neither his father nor needed to stay.
He wanted to escape, but the other party had no intention of letting him go.
The Tribulation Transcending Stage is completely different from the Tribulation Transcending Stage.
Moreover, it was the soul of his father who failed to ascend to immortality.
Wu Ling dodged in a sorry state; the pain of being pulled and devoured by the ghostly energy had numbed him to the point that he felt nothing.
He tried to treat the terrifying ghost behind him as an enemy, rather than his own father.
Perhaps this will alleviate some of the pain in his heart.
"It's quite strange that a ghost cultivator would infiltrate my Wutong Mountain."
As the two ghostly energies chased each other as they burst from the ground, Chunwu and his son Zewu stood with their hands behind their backs, watching with great interest.
Zewu Immortal Lord curled his lips, "This is Song Tingwan's ghost servant. Guess what I found out? He is the son of your ghost servant."
When Venerable Chunwu spoke of the ghost servants, a fleeting look of nostalgia crossed his eyes, and when he mentioned Wu Ling's identity, there was even a hint of dazedness in his eyes.
"It's that kid named A-Ling..." he said with some emotion.
Back then, his friend even carefully brought it to him to show off.
He was genuinely happy for his friend back then.
Things have changed, but people are no longer the same.
It was all his doing.
Chunwu stared blankly at his hands, then calmly looked up at the two intertwined ghostly energies.
For a moment, he wanted to tell Wu Gan to stop.
They are father and son after all.
But once he decided to take action against Wugan, there was no turning back.
Venerable Chunwu restrained his emotions.
Wu Gan's memories were erased by him personally.
He clearly saw the moment Wu Gan's memory disappeared, and how he couldn't let go of his wife and children in his eyes.
He failed to ascend from Wugan and woke up as a ghost cultivator to see Venerable Chunwu.
Wu Gan didn't even ask why.
A friendship spanning over a thousand years.
It ended in silence.
As for Wu Ling...
Venerable Chunwu was very jealous.
Why is Wugan more talented than him, and why are his children more outstanding than his children?
Wu Ling was also someone he instructed Ze Wu to do personally.
The bones in Ze Wu's body belonged to Wu Ling.
After being refined by the strange fire, Wu Ling could not even recognize his own bones in front of him.
The Wu tribe people are truly gifted.
They are not like the Cloud Hidden Clan, who are constantly watched and monitored by the Heavenly Dao, making them a very easy target.
"Father's heart has softened?" Zewu asked, somewhat amused, looking at the complex emotion in his father's eyes.
When he first learned what his father had done, he was also unable to accept it.
But after personally replacing his bones with Wu Ling's and absorbing ghost energy with the strange fire to enhance his own cultivation, he happily accepted this method of cultivation.
They were able to do more and more things, and if any geniuses aroused his jealousy, he would secretly invite them to visit Wutong Mountain.
Everyone knows that Wutong Mountain is shrouded in mystery, and there is always a bit of curiosity about it.
It is also based on one's own cultivation.
Those prodigies may now be nothing more than a mound of yellow earth within Wutong Mountain, or perhaps just mindless ghostly energy hidden among countless ghost cultivators.
No one can compare to him, Immortal Lord Zewu.
Seeing his arrogant demeanor, Venerable Chunwu frowned: "You seem to harbor particular resentment towards the two women of destiny. Don't forget our purpose."
Zewu Immortal Lord curled his lips into a fearless smile: "With that being helping us, what do we have to fear?"
Venerable Chunwu was displeased, "If we fail, that person may abandon us at any time."
"Father, you're worrying too much. They can't get out. Once they show up, we can make a clean getaway, and the rest—"
His voice trembled slightly, and he was so excited that he was almost out of control.
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