Wan Qiji paused for a moment, then coughed lightly, clenching his fist. "The divine artifact cannot be lost."
Song Siyao pursed her lips in satisfaction and turned back to place the artifact back into her sister's hand.
"We cannot sit idly by and wait to die."
The girl held her sword, her expression solemn as she looked at the layers upon layers of defensive barriers set up by Shen Zhuochuan.
"But what can we do? Such powerful villains are lurking in the shadows, and the few of us can't defeat them." Qin Xi simply sat down on the ground and stated the truth with worry.
"Yes, even my uncle is at a loss and has no clue what to do, so it's really difficult."
Influenced by the Dragon Clan's decision to heed Shen Zhuochuan's advice, the little dragon lifted his robe and sat down next to Qin Xi, resting his chin on his hand, looking extremely worried.
“Wu Ling probably doesn’t know about this yet.” Wan Qiji remained silent for a long time before suddenly remembering something.
The Song sisters looked at each other.
"I'm going to find him." Song Siyao turned around decisively and went to find Wu Ling.
Song Tingwan, unusually, neither offered them any comfort nor uttered a word.
With a heavy heart, she looked at the increasingly dark sky. Once A Yao brought Wu Ling's family here, it would be time to hand over the pills she had prepared.
besides…
If this is truly a calamity.
Father's side—
I also hope that the clan chief, who loves reading storybooks, will pay more attention to her father.
Meanwhile, in the distant cultivation world, there was Yunyin.
It was the middle of the night. The thin man was wearing only a thin coat, and a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old was beside him.
"Priest, it's getting chilly; you should go and rest."
Looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky, Song Chaoxuan smiled and shook his head at him.
"I'm worried."
"Is it related to my two older sisters?" The boy was composed, yet his expression revealed a clarity that came from someone who had never ventured out to gain experience.
Song Chaoxuan rubbed his head and said, "You can blame me for letting you hide for so long."
They almost missed the clan festival, but luckily the clan chief arranged for them to sit discreetly behind Song Tingqi and the others.
"The High Priest taught me the art of gazing at the heavens, and its profound mysteries fascinated me. I'm not a child who knows nothing. I know Sister Wan is a very good person, and I know you were worried about them."
The boy spoke earnestly, word by word, and when Song Chaoxuan caught a cold and coughed, he considerately helped him walk under the eaves.
"It's good that you don't resent me, but if I..."
"From now on, I will entrust the protection of Kumogakure to you."
"Good boy, don't leave my side for a while."
Song Chaoxuan whispered his instructions.
If he truly exchanged his divine will for his eldest daughter's life, then the young man who would inherit the position of high priest would have to be by his side.
This way, he could pass on the high priest's memories to him before the sacrificial consciousness was established.
The boy seemed to realize something, and his young face showed undisguised worry.
"you…"
Song Chaoxuan waved his hand and interrupted him with a smile, then gazed tenderly at the stars in the sky.
He only hoped that his two children could live proudly and freely.
His youngest daughter was destined for greatness, while his eldest daughter was even more heartbreaking.
All of this was caused by his sneaking down to the mortal realm.
He disrupted the godless order of this world, and he should bear the consequences.
Destiny.
Even the gods cannot escape it.
Sorry, that was a mistake.
Even the gods of the past could not escape it.
.
At the summit of the Cloud Palace.
In just three days.
The whole city descended into chaos.
Despair of plunder, endless suspicion and conspiracy theories.
They even pointed their swords at the Three Venerable Tower, demanding an explanation.
Ultimately, it was Venerable Yun who stepped forward and called on everyone to work together to resist the mysterious force.
But the enemy is in the dark while we are in the light.
Even with utmost caution, the other party still managed to kill many people as if playing a cruel joke.
Even today.
The cultivators who were drinking at the tavern next to Shen Zhuochuan's residence suddenly collapsed.
The others scattered in panic, each grabbing a weapon to prepare for battle.
The spiritual energy was drained in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, a fragrant aroma wafted over.
The cinnabar mist settled on the withered body.
In the crowd, Song Siyao tightly protected her older sister, while beside them, Shen Zhuochuan stared intently at their surroundings.
That force was so powerful that its direction was impossible to discern.
To reach such a level.
Only by transcending tribulation.
Shen Zhuochuan's expression grew increasingly grim, but after Song Tingwan's elixir mist descended, a ghostly aura slowly drifted out from it.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Then a powerful ghostly aura appeared and lingered around the weaker ghostly aura for a long time.
"Don't be afraid," Shen Zhuochuan said in a deep voice.
I saw him in the crowd.
Some of the cultivators, seeing that something was wrong, immediately ran out.
But many more people stayed behind, watching the two wisps of ghostly energy warily.
Some people seemed to see a glimmer of hope, staring intently at the smaller ghostly auras.
Suddenly, just as the ghostly energy began to solidify, an overwhelming and powerful force appeared instantly.
Everyone was frozen in place.
It felt as if his soul was being crushed, unable to breathe, and about to be torn apart.
Song Tingwan and the other two were greatly alarmed.
It is the tribulation stage.
Song Siyao tried her best to control herself as she drew her sword, but her eyes remained fixed on the ground.
Blood slowly trickled from the corner of Song Tingwan's lips as she subtly drew the Grade 8 pill in her arms toward herself.
The crushing pressure and the warm Dan energy clashed together, and her face grew paler and paler.
Shen Zhuochuan suddenly broke free and closed his eyes—
In an instant, another wave of oppressive force swept over.
This time, however, they were protected within it.
In the instant of liberation, everyone in the tavern either vomited blood or fell into a coma.
Shen Zhuochuan and Song Siyao helped Song Tingwan, who had fallen backward, and anxiously checked on her condition.
Song Tingwan coughed twice, covering her mouth, and blood gushed out.
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