Chapter 186: Whispers of Fate
by xennovelBy the banks of the Jiulong River.
At the Listening to Fury Stone.
A profound silence enveloped the area, so deep it was almost audible—only the distant lament of wind and rain broke the stillness.
Nan Lihuo stood with his arms crossed; his white robe billowed while his white hair danced vividly in the relentless wind.
His deep eyes fixed on the mist-shrouded surface of the river.
The river was completely obscured, as though a dense fog had smothered the surging waves, leaving not a single crest to be seen.
Beside him, Wang Daoren casually curled his hand around his Dust Whip, his gaze equally somber.
“Junior Brother, what are you worried about?”
Wang Daoren turned to look over.
“Are you concerned whether XiXi will secure the Temple Spirit inheritance?”
Nan Lihuo shook his head slightly. “There’s no need to worry. Even if XiXi doesn’t obtain the Temple Spirit inheritance this time, with her talent, her potential far exceeds merely reaching the Divine Practitioner level.”
“Her talent is truly exceptional; she could very well step into the Divine Womb Stage.”
Wang Daoren responded silently, “You sure have high expectations for your little junior.”
Turning, he gazed at the roiling, fog-covered river. “The Divine Womb Stage… many aspire to reach it, but how many truly can?”
“The three transformations of a Divine Practitioner— the Primordial Transformation, the Golden Body Transcendence, and the Breath Retention Transformation—are each a matter of life and death. One misstep and you’ll plunge into an endless abyss.”
“There may be countless Divine Practitioners in this world, but how many can actually attain the Divine Womb Stage?”
Wang Daoren looked wistful.
“Back in our youth we were hailed as prodigies. Yet now… you’re not even at the Divine Practitioner level, and as for me… whether I can consolidate a Golden Body remains uncertain.”
Wang Daoren never tended to see the bright side of things.
He always kept his expectations low, so that when disappointment came, it wouldn’t overwhelm him.
Nan Lihuo fell silent.
“No… XiXi is different.”
Nan Lihuo continued, “She’s different.”
Wang Daoren flicked his Dust Whip and laughed, “Junior, then let’s make a bet. I do have a soft spot for little XiXi too…”
“If she manages to secure the Temple Spirit inheritance at this very Temple Spirit Resonance Conference—even if it’s just a basic cultivation technique, a Divine Foundation method, or even an ordinary secret art—I’ll consider it a win.”
Nan Lihuo looked at Wang Daoren in puzzlement, “What’s the bet?”
Wang Daoren stared at the swirling mist within the Bizarre Temple, unable to make out the details of the children entering it.
In a low voice he said, “I bet that before the Sect Leader makes his final personal transmission, I will personally present little XiXi to him, giving her a chance to be seen.”
Whoosh!
Nan Lihuo spun around sharply, his eyes burning with intensity.
“Senior Brother! You agreed?!”
Nan Lihuo had been pleading with Wang Daoren for days.
He knew Wang Daoren was capable, yet he had never agreed—until now, when he put forth a bet.
In Nan Lihuo’s eyes, that was as good as a promise from Wang Daoren…
After all, with XiXi’s talent, acquiring the Temple Spirit inheritance was never the issue—it was the quality of the inheritance that mattered.
Thus, Wang Kuyu’s bet was effectively an indirect promise.
Wang Kuyu chuckled bitterly, “I never agreed to that; isn’t this just a wager?!”
“Actually, junior, if you were to return to the Divine Sect and ask Master on XiXi’s behalf, her future would be much more secure.”
But at those words, Nan Lihuo’s eyes darkened slightly.
“I’m not going back.”
“There’s no going back.”
Nan Lihuo sighed softly.
“Yuan Long is training in the Divine Sect… please keep an eye on him. That kid isn’t the sharpest—I’m worried he’ll get bullied.”
Wang Daoren laughed, “Understood. Bian Yuanlong is a good kid—simple and honest. Sure, he might be a bit slow, but his sincerity makes up for it.”
“Don’t worry; his genuine nature has even won over an inner-ward elder. Resources are abundant now, and his cultivation has already surpassed that of his master.”
“Bian Yuanlong is now ranked among the inner ten elites, and our sect takes him very seriously. At the next Pan Tao Victory Gathering in the Sanqing Bizarre Temple of Dajing Divine Capital, he will undoubtedly become a key asset for our Qianyuan Divine Sect.”
Wang Daoren chuckled.
Bian Yuanlong is Nan Lihuo’s second disciple.
He has been sent for further cultivation in the Qianyuan Divine Sect.
“Indeed… there’s fortune even in foolishness.”
“After this Temple Spirit Resonance Conference, I plan to send both Sang Guanyin and XiXi to the Orthodox Divine Sect.”
Nan Lihuo’s eyes flickered as he looked toward Wang Daoren.
“Sang Guanyin and Li Nuǎnxi?”
“What about Liu Yangyuan? Your third disciple… are you just going to leave him behind?”
Wang Daoren said in a low tone.
Nan Lihuo paused, then slowly exhaled, “Liu Yangyuan is slated to become the deputy sect leader of the Jin Guang Branch.”
Wang Daoren shook his head and snorted.
“Doing that will surely hurt your third disciple…”
“Senior Brother, Second Brother, and even the Fourth Junior Sister—and even the little new disciple with just a year’s experience—have all been sent to the Orthodox sect, leaving only him to tend to the Branch’s affairs.”
“To pick up the mess you left behind…”
“Oh, you…”
Wang Daoren sighed and said no more.
Nan Lihuo stood with his arms crossed, silently staring at the Bizarre Temple.
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……
In the City Lord’s Residence area.
A luxurious carriage was parked.
Six Black Armor Blood Guards stood in neat formation, each leading a jiao horse.
Inside, City Lord Su Huai Li sat quietly while the Divine Guardian meditated, sipping tea in silence.
The Divine Guardian’s form was completely obscured by swirling black mist. Glancing at Su Huai Li, he said, “Old Prince wants you to wait until this matter is over; then we’ll return to Jizhou.”
Su Huai Li’s movements slowed as he paused in his tea brewing.
“Return to Jizhou?”
He resumed brewing tea, a slight smile tugging at his lips.
“Very well.”
“I’ll return once I’ve finished my business.”
Su Huai Li said gently.
The Divine Guardian nodded.
“Old Prince says that your senior siblings have already reached the Divine Practitioner level, and your cultivation lags behind. Once we return to Jizhou, you’ll be provided with ample resources to boost your progress.”
“Three years from now, at the Pan Tao Victory Gathering hosted by the West Wangmu in the Sanqing Bizarre Temple outside Dajing Divine Capital, the Prince wants you well-prepared.”
“If you manage to seize a Pan Tao, he says you’ll have a shot at the Breath Retention Transformation.”
The Divine Guardian’s words echoed throughout the carriage.
Su Huai Li paused and smiled softly, “Master… do you not believe in me?”
“So seizing a Pan Tao is the only way to achieve the Breath Retention Transformation?”
“Am I… never destined to form a Divine Womb?”
The Divine Guardian, veiled by rolling black mist, cast a glance at Su Huai Li.
He said nothing; such matters were best left unsaid.
But Su Huai Li paid it no mind and continued brewing his tea.
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……
Zhang Ya and Shangguan Qinghong had returned to the carriage, while Li Che sat sideways on the carriage pole, his expression as calm as a still pond.
Wind and rain whipped around, making his inky robe flutter and slap at the air.
Deep in his eyes, patterns of black and white chess pieces interwove, their lines undulating like rolling waves.
In Li Che’s view, the Unsullied Heart Divine Chess Piece clutched by XiXi was relaying every detail of her venture into the Bizarre Temple.
It was as if a mirror were reflecting a brilliant light.
Li Che’s primordial spirit sat atop the Cosmic Chessboard, with strands of his Divine Perception swaying like hair, his eyes opening and closing as golden sparks danced before him.
His face was shrouded in an immense gloom.
Within the scene…
XiXi’s entry into the Bizarre Temple was revealed—the Purple-Flame Serpent Spear Fire-Tipped Spear trembled, emitting purple flames that entwined and tugged at her, guiding her every step.
Up to this point, it was hardly anything.
However, just before XiXi reached the Bizarre Temple,
when she saw another ‘XiXi’ seated on the steps, Li Che’s eyes narrowed.
“Bone-Cutting to Return to Father—”
“Meat-Slashing to Return to Mother—”
“Come on—”
That ‘XiXi’ gripped a Divine Sword and fiercely slashed at her flesh, spraying a mist of blood.
Li Che’s fingers clenched suddenly as an aggressive energy surged within him.
What… is happening?
Which XiXi… who is she?!
Is this the manifestation of the Temple Spirit within the Bizarre Temple?
Is this meant to corrupt my XiXi?!
Li Che furrowed his brow.
He intended to grasp the Feilei Chess Piece that had appeared…
But suddenly…
His grip halted as the chessboard lines in his eyes wove into an intricate net.
Then he saw that the ‘XiXi’ slashing at her flesh abruptly raised her head, her sinister gaze transmitting through the Feilei Chess Piece to lock eyes with Li Che monitoring the Cosmic Chessboard.
“XiXi,” she smirked, her lips curving into an expression of unbridled arrogance.
“You damned monkey…”
“Hold on.”
Their silent exchange spoke volumes, and though no sound was uttered, Li Che understood.
His grip on the Feilei Chess Piece faltered momentarily.
Within the Cosmic Chessboard,
the Qi Tian Face trembled slightly before settling into calm, as if saying…
“Fool, you insulted the wrong monkey.”
“…”
“This Temple Spirit… has a touch of wickedness.”
A prodigy?
Or a mischievous brat?!
Li Che tapped his finger, pinching the Feilei Chess Piece between his fingertips.
The Celestial Net was deployed—it was a decisive move.
With but a thought, he could whisk XiXi away from danger.
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……
Eerie mists rolled.
Creaks echoed…
It was the sound of a dull knife slicing through flesh—uncannily clear and jarring, sending chills down one’s spine.
XiXi felt every hair on her arm stand on end.
She heard the other ‘XiXi’ on the stone steps calling out, summoning her.
The chubby-faced XiXi trembled uncontrollably.
“Fake!”
“You’re not even XiXi!”
“I’m the real XiXi—Li Nuǎnxi!”
XiXi grew a bit angry!
She widened her eyes, fearless and undaunted.
Why must it be so?!
Her parents gave her this body, and even minor scrapes make them worry.
How could she possibly slash her flesh for her mother or carve bone for her father?
Doing so would break their hearts terribly!
XiXi would never let them suffer!
“Not allowed!”
With her hands on her hips and a defiant glare, XiXi cutesily declared.
The ‘XiXi’ on the steps froze for a moment.
Thud—
Yet the sword in her hand continued its relentless swing.
“Why not?”
“Because Father doesn’t love XiXi—whenever there’s trouble they blame her and force her to apologize, bow, and suffer humiliation…”
“How could XiXi be at fault? Even if she did err… why should Father aid others in bullying her?”
A hoarse voice, laced with weepy sobs and accompanied by the sound of flesh being sliced, spoke.
It was as if the gates of the Underworld had flung open, with countless ghostly wails and eerie winds howling wildly,
ready to freeze everything in their path.
Freeze all!
The ‘XiXi’ on the steps rose, her face streaked with sorrowful tears that streamed down her cheeks.
She wept bitterly, heartbroken.
XiXi glanced briefly, feeling the pain as if it were her own, nearly breaking into tears.
Yet she abruptly sniffed, forcefully holding back the tears.
“You’re lying! Father is nothing like what you claim!”
“Father loves XiXi more than anything and would never let outsiders bully her!”
XiXi, hands on her hips, retorted indignantly.
The ‘XiXi’ on the steps sputtered as her sharp sword slashed off a chunk of crimson flesh, which fell with a booming burst, igniting a blaze of blood-red flames!
“Impossible! Father does help others bully XiXi!”
“He demands XiXi’s bones and flesh—everything must be returned to him!”
A piercing scream erupted, and the entire Bizarre Temple trembled with turbulent energy!
“Father would never force XiXi!”
“Father loves XiXi the most!”
Refusing to back down, XiXi shouted at the top of her lungs.
Her childlike voice echoed throughout the Bizarre Temple.
Unaffected by the mesmerizing vision of the Temple Spirit, her resolve remained unyielding!
Gale-force winds and surging mists roiled incessantly!
Then, the ‘XiXi’ on the steps twisted and transformed into a dazzling black flame lotus.
The black lotus pedestal slowly rotated,
unfurling its budding glory.
Soon, a child sat atop the lotus pedestal.
The child wore a black bellyband with two spikes tied high, dark circles beneath his eyes, and his body was engulfed in dense, black flames.
He watched XiXi with an unsettling calm.
“Don’t you believe me?”
The child asked XiXi.
XiXi held her chin high, shaking her head repeatedly.
“You believe.”
“Bone-cutting for Father, meat-slashing for Mother—you will obtain the true inheritance of Zhi…”
“You can secure Zhi’s Four Divinely-Regulated Sacred Weapons, the Divine Cultivation Method of Zhi… step into the Divine Womb Stage, even endure the Divine Tribulation and transform into a carefree deity…”
The seductive voice echoed hauntingly amid the eerie mists.
XiXi gritted her teeth furiously.
“Lies!”
If XiXi were to lose her parents, what would be the point of sacred weapons? What would cultivation matter then?
Without a home…
what would be the meaning of cultivation!
XiXi would never accept a life without family!
“I won’t!”
“XiXi wants her father, her mother, Old Chen, and Granny Mu—she won’t undergo bone-cutting and meat-slashing!”
“No, XiXi!”
XiXi’s gaze hardened with unwavering determination!
The child upon the black lotus fell silent at her words, eyes widening in astonishment as he looked at her.
Then, he lifted his head.
“Hahahahaha—”
“You say your father loves you…”
“Then go ahead, try it—”
“Once you get into trouble, will your father still love you?”
“He’ll force you to apologize, prostrate, kneel, and suffer…”
“Everyone will insult and curse you until no one stands by your side—you’ll be utterly alone!”
“Abandoned by the entire world!”
“Just try it…”
The child on the black lotus laughed uproariously, rolling on the ground.
Then, he leaped from the black lotus.
Black flames blazed as they surged relentlessly toward XiXi.
XiXi instantly became alert.
She immediately initiated the White Tiger Turbulent Wind Fist, as taught by Li Che.
The flaming embodiment of the Third Prince in black stepped up to XiXi.
He extended a finger and tapped on her brow.
In an instant, the endless flames converged.
The child vanished without a trace.
“My father would never!”
“My father is the best in the world—nothing like your stinky father!”
Defiantly, XiXi puffed out her little chest and retorted, “Just try it then!”
The child disappeared.
The eerie mists began to swirl slowly.
The black lotus pedestal, ablaze with black flames, remained steadfast in its place.
XiXi stood there, momentarily stunned.
The little gun in her hand began to tremble violently.
Taking cautious, tiny steps, XiXi edged toward the black lotus pedestal.
She peered curiously,
and then saw…
Inside that black lotus pedestal
lay a gleaming Golden Brick.
XiXi’s eyes immediately lit up in brilliance.
“Wow~”
“What a massive gold brick!”
“It could buy a ton of braised pork trotters!”
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On the carriage,
a gentle breeze stirred.
Li Che slowly opened his eyes, a hint of exasperation flickering within.
The quarrel between XiXi and the manifestation of the Third Prince resembled a childish tiff.
But unexpectedly, it seemed the Third Prince hadn’t won the argument.
XiXi, chin held high, hands on her hips and little chest puffed out defiantly, refused to be swayed by the Third Prince.
Li Che couldn’t help but smile.
Yet beneath the laughter, his expression turned grave.
What did the Third Prince mean by ‘just try it’?
Li Che pondered deeply but could find no answer—he knew too little about the Bizarre Temple.
Especially since this Bizarre Temple was of the Four-Yu level, entirely beyond his reach. Rumor had it that if a Four-Yu Bizarre Temple erupted the Bizarre Temple, only a master of the Divine Womb could quell it with certainty.
Even though Li Che cherished absorbing the Temple Spirit’s divinity, the Third Prince Temple Spirit proved unyielding.
The Third Prince Temple Spirit that had spoken with XiXi earlier was likely nothing more than a mere projection, yet it seemed to peer right through the Cosmic Chessboard.
Li Che knew well that the Temple Spirits of the Bizarre Temples were fallen deities whose power had waned.
But compared to the forces of this world, even fallen Temple Spirits were immensely formidable.
“Is this the trial XiXi must face from the Temple Spirit?”
“I hope it isn’t some trivial test.”
Li Che exhaled deeply.
Suddenly, he sensed something and looked upward.
He saw that above the Jiulong River, the dense, hazy mist within the Bizarre Temple was slowly being torn apart.
The Yulian Fenghuo Jingguang Wheel spun at high speed.
Flames whirled as sparks flew!
Gradually, a grand pathway emerged.
Not only Li Che, but everyone at the Listening to Fury Stone turned their gaze that way.
Though the distance was great, for many powerful figures present it was negligible.
“The Temple Spirit Resonance stage is about to begin!”
Zhang Qingzheng, his face etched with bitter resignation, said in a deep tone.
Alongside him, Li Qingshan, Zhu Hongdou, and Elder Weng Wuyou narrowed their eyes in anticipation.
They eagerly looked on.
And many others stepped out of the carriage.
Numerous powerful figures turned their eyes toward the scene and saw the 【Eight-Armed Yulian Furious Third Prince】 standing 300 zhang in front of the Bizarre Temple.
One by one, children stood distinctly,
all with closed eyes, shrouded in eerie mist.
Be it XiXi, Ji Haihui, or Tie Shancai, the children appeared as if in a trance.
Then, as the mist cleared,
the children began to take steps.
Advancing from 300 zhang away, they moved steadily toward the Bizarre Temple.
The closer they got, the more one could gauge the strength of their Temple Spirit Resonance…
and after awakening, the children would receive the gifts and rewards of the Temple Spirit.
The world’s first Divine Cultivation Method was bestowed through the Temple Spirit.
That method was the origin of Divine Cultivation, which evolved into the grand Path of Divinity.
Li Che’s spirit perked up.
What he saw before him—and what the Cosmic Chessboard revealed through XiXi’s eyes—were two entirely different visions.
This truly amazed him; the Four-Yu Bizarre Temple was indeed eerie.
Li Che looked up.
He saw XiXi, eyes closed and so small that she couldn’t take a step, trembling in place with a face marked by struggle.
Meanwhile, other prodigies and young disciples had already begun to move.
They had entered the 300-zhang range, marching steadily toward the Bizarre Temple.
A murmur of astonishment echoed from the cliffs.
The local cultivators in Jingguang Prefecture wore expressions of utter dismay.
Those hailing from Divine Capital, Daocheng, and even the progeny of King Ping Luan…
these esteemed prodigies—
could they really be this formidable?
The Jingguang prodigy, Li Nuǎnxi, couldn’t even take a step, left far behind.
In contrast, Hai Chaosheng, Gong Yuanliang, Gongyang Yu, and Huang Sixiang had begun moving.
Their pace was decent, yet compared to Ji Haihui and the others, it lagged far behind.
Undoubtedly, this Temple Spirit Resonance
of the local prodigies and young disciples in Jingguang was utterly overwhelming!
Leading the charge was not Ji Haihui, but Tie Shancai from Divine Capital, moving with his eyes closed as his body blazed with tricolor flames.
Unstoppable!
Following him was not Ji Haihui either, but someone no one expected…
the chubby kid, Zhou Peng!
Behind him was Yun’e.
Next came Ji Haihui, the little prince surrounded by the ethereal aura of the Dragon God.
Following was Tang Ren from Daocheng’s Imperial Watch.
And after Tang Ren…
were the children of Jingguang Prefecture.
However, many native cultivators of Jingguang were stunned upon seeing this figure.
“Isn’t that the top prodigy of the Qin Family?!”
Qin Fenghuo!
Trailing behind Tang Ren, in terms of Temple Spirit Resonance the child was only marginally inferior to the one from Daocheng’s Imperial Watch.
The Qin Family’s prodigy?!
It wasn’t just the cultivators of Jingguang.
Even Nan Lihuo, the branch sect leader, was visibly astonished, a bewildered glint in his eyes.
Qin Fenghuo… an unremarkable prodigy with average divine talent—yet he managed to stand out in this trial?
Many turned their gazes toward the Qin Family’s direction, only to notice that the Qin Patriarch, Qin Di Kun, sat in his carriage with the curtains drawn, unmoving.
It appeared he was not pleased by the prospect of the Qin prodigy excelling in this Temple Spirit Resonance.
Many suddenly found themselves confused by the Qin Family.
Li Che’s gaze shifted as he focused on the carriage holding the Qin Patriarch, Qin Di Kun.
Somehow, within his heart, his Dao Fruit began to pulse softly, as if sensing a threat.
“Threat?”
Li Che squinted and, with a single thought,
the lines of the Cosmic Chessboard converged as the Seven-Yuan Corpse Incantation Mother Seal was snapped into action by his primordial spirit.
Instantly, formless black qi spread rapidly, enveloping the carriage.
The anticipated stench and aura of death did not erupt.
Li Che’s gaze flickered, his brows furrowed as he recalled the warning from his Dao Fruit…
He lifted his hand and tapped his brow; instantly, flesh tore apart as an eye burst forth, rolling wildly.
Divine Technique: Star Plucking Gaze!
In an instant, a sharp, burning gaze shot from Li Che’s brow onto the carriage.
“Hmm?!”
Li Che’s eyes suddenly shifted.
Under the revealing power of his Star Plucking Gaze,
within the Qin Family’s carriage, an uncontrollable stench and aura of decay were brewing and swirling!
His Star Plucking Gaze then closed.
Li Che exhaled slowly, his expression grave.
“Corpse God Sect…”
“Yuan Jingang?”
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Among the children in the Temple Spirit Resonance, Qin Fenghuo ranked surprisingly high.
Following him was Li Qingshan’s disciple, Lu Chi—his second time in this trial, and his level was understandable.
After Lu Chi came Zhong Liushou, the prodigy of the Qianyuan Main Sect.
Yet the highly regarded Jingguang prodigy, Li Nuǎnxi, hadn’t taken a single step.
It was a complete failure on the Temple Spirit Resonance count.
Inside the carriage,
Zhang Ya and Shangguan Qinghong heard the news; although their view was hazy, the clear explanations around them made it unmistakable.
Zhang Ya’s face turned pale as she murmured, “XiXi doesn’t resonate with the Temple Spirit at all?”
After all the waiting and preparation, the outcome was ultimately disappointing.
Zhang Ya sighed, “If XiXi learns of this, she’ll be heartbroken.”
XiXi… such a resilient child.
But it wasn’t just XiXi who couldn’t move—many young disciples were similarly immobilized.
Many were drenched in sweat, exerting every effort, yet still unable to take a step.
Their plight mirrored that of trembling XiXi.
On the cliffside,
chaotic winds tore through the skies.
Nan Lihuo’s eyes flickered as he stared, astonished, at the halted XiXi.
“How is this possible?”
Nan Lihuo furrowed his brows in disbelief, “How can XiXi, with her talent, not move even a single zhang out of 300?”
Nan Lihuo clenched his fist.
“Something’s wrong!”
Surely something must have happened to XiXi!
The Jin Guang Wheel roared.
The eerie mists surged again, concealing much from view.
The mist over the river swelled once more, shrouding everyone’s vision.
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Eerie mists rolled.
Ji Haihui’s purple eyes flickered as he pierced through the illusion, zeroing in on the location of the Bizarre Temple, and he advanced briskly.
A voice echoed in his ears,
resembling a low murmur mixed with the sound of a dull knife slicing flesh.
That voice was guiding his steps.
Following its call, Ji Haihui’s purple eyes shone brightly as the Dragon God bloodline within him boiled uncontrollably,
soon enveloping him in a phantom resembling a twisting purple jiao dragon tearing through the mists.
His expression was tense and bewildered; each trial of the Temple Spirit Resonance was different.
He had no idea what he might gain.
But his father, Ji Mo Li, demanded that he enter the Bizarre Temple to secure the Four-Yu inheritance!
Ji Haihui did not want to let down his father’s expectations.
Clutching a sword in his hand,
as black as ink and seemingly capable of devouring all light,
this was the trump card his father, Ji Mo Li, had given him for the Temple Spirit Resonance.
Four-Yu Sacred Weapons… the Yin Divine Sword of the Yulian Yin-Yang God Sword!
Naturally, Ji Haihui couldn’t fully wield it,
but merely brandishing it was enough.
Sure enough…
When Ji Haihui unsheathed the sword, the eerie mist shuddered and tore apart as a mesmerizing sound—almost like a guide—resounded in his ears.
This filled him with ecstatic joy.
The sound continued to point his way forward.
He trusted it completely, knowing it signified the Temple Spirit’s favor and a deep resonance!
He would step into the Bizarre Temple to claim the Four-Yu Temple Spirit inheritance!
Suddenly,
Ji Haihui halted.
His hair whipped about as his purple eyes shimmered mysteriously.
He gazed into the distance.
There…
he saw a figure he would never forget—a figure that filled him with an unprecedented sense of shame.
Ji Haihui’s Dragon God Purple Gaze flickered softly.
“Li Nuǎnxi.”
And Ji Haihui…
finally heard the faint voice that had been guiding him all along.
“Kill her.”
“Kill her!”
“Kill her—!!!”
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