They thought of the same thing and decisively activated Wanli Youlong to teleport back to the Heiyun Battlefield.

The Heiyun Battlefield had already collapsed, leaving only a turbid barrier surrounding the Jietai Battlefield.

However, after the previous fierce battle, and the fact that Zeng Jide had directly stolen the Difu Zhuoqi Yongzhangping at Wangchuan Xiancheng, the turbid barrier was now very thin. Moreover, the passage created by the Guixu Black Ball earlier still existed and had not been mended.

Wanli Youlong passed through the passage and flew into the Jietai Battlefield.

This place was protected by a formation, so Wanli Youlong could not directly pass through.

Seeing this, Wangchuan Fujun, who was far away in Wangchuan Xiancheng, immediately frowned deeply.

“Look, that bone is back on top of the altar again!” Qingchi exclaimed, then looked at Luosi and Ning Zhuo, “How did you two guess that?”

Luosi remained silent.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, “It’s simple. When Disha Zhuohui Shen fights, it gets power replenishment, which is clearly due to array teleportation.”

“Although I can’t identify the grand formation here, I already know it has teleportation capabilities.”

“The fact that the Tiangui Tougaigu flew out, but the Wangchuan Zhiliu didn’t pursue it, is also a big clue.”

“Combining these two, it indicates that Wangchuan Fujun can very likely use this grand formation to directly teleport the lost Tiangui Tougaigu back.”

Qingchi looked at Ning Zhuo with admiration, “Xiao Ma, you’ve become so smart! Much smarter than before!”

Ning Zhuo’s eyes sharpened as he looked at the altar, “The Buddha’s phantom has disappeared, and Wangchuan Fujun has regained the Tiangui Tougaigu. We absolutely cannot let him succeed!”

“Otherwise, all our efforts and sacrifices before would have been in vain.”

Qingchi thought of his father and immediately showed a look of anger and hatred, “Xiao Ma, you’re right, we absolutely cannot let Wangchuan Fujun have his way!”

Luosi was already deep in thought, trying to find a solution.

The altar stood silently in the center, as stable as a mountain.

Around the altar, a Wangchuan Zhiliu flowed.

On top of the altar lay the Tiangui Tougaigu, no longer enveloped by the bloody light cluster. Instead, it was covered in a layer of hazy yellow dust, formed from the remnants of Disha Zhuohui Shen.

Ning Zhuo was once again faced with the old problem—how to break through the Wangchuan Zhiliu!

However, compared to before, only the three of them remained in the Jietai Battlefield. Of course, it was obvious that Wangchuan Fujun must have already ordered troops to come. In fact, his main body was also on its way.

Therefore, Ning Zhuo didn’t have much time.

He still had to race against time!

“Let’s split into three groups first,” Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and gave the order.

The three left the Jiguan Youlong, split into three directions, ready to break in at any moment.

They communicated with each other using divine sense, acting simultaneously.

Wangchuan Fujun was fully concentrated, remotely directing the Wangchuan Zhiliu, blocking left and right, willing to let Qingchi and Luosi pass, but determined to block Ning Zhuo.

“To ascend the altar, three conditions must be met simultaneously.”

“Among the three of us, I’m probably the only one who can do it!”

Ning Zhuo inwardly thought this was bad.

The previous Jimie Fofo Xuying had fallen into this trap and was successfully outmaneuvered by Wangchuan Fujun.

Qingchi and Luosi were merely a diversion; Ning Zhuo was the key person, the only one who could ascend the altar.

But Wangchuan Fujun had also seen this point and was defending Ning Zhuo with an iron grip!

“Attack the Wangchuan Zhiliu fiercely? That would consume too much combat power and drag on for too long.”

“Alas, if Senior Sun was here, he would also meet the conditions!”

At this moment, Ning Zhuo deeply missed Sun Lingtong.

By the Wangchuan River.

“Cough, cough, cough…” Zeng Jide bent deeply, coughing violently, his ghost body trembling incessantly, spitting out a series of soul breaths.

His aura plummeted to rock bottom, showing unprecedented weakness.

“Senior!” Sun Lingtong was extremely concerned.

Zeng Jide turned his head and stared deeply at Sun Lingtong, “You little ghost, going to Wangchuan Xiancheng, you had ulterior motives, didn’t you?”

Sun Lingtong rubbed his nose and frankly said, “Senior saw through it, that’s indeed the case.”

“Heh heh! So, you were eager to try to steal these round stone cores, actually wanting to entice me to help you.” Zeng Jide took a deep breath, steadying his aura.

Sun Lingtong gave an awkward smile, “Senior, it was my fault…”

Zeng Jide waved his hand, “I didn’t expect to be outsmarted by you, little ghost. Heh, what deep hatred do you have with Wangchuan Fujun that you want to ruin his path?”

“Seeing the city lord’s manor react so fiercely, these small stones and big stones I stole must be extremely important!”

Sun Lingtong hesitated.

Zeng Jide frowned, “Never mind, you don’t have to say.”

“Our destined encounter is over, let’s part ways here.”

Although he said that, Zeng Jide still took out a talisman and flew it to Sun Lingtong.

“Stick this talisman on your body and run directly, get as far away from Wangchuan Difu as possible, the farther the better!”

“Never underestimate the power and methods of a Fujun.”

“The reason we were able to cause such a ruckus in Wangchuan Xiancheng was also a coincidence. Wangchuan Fujun was under attack from all sides and had no time for other matters. The power of the entire Wangchuan Difu was severely weakened, at its weakest point.”

Sun Lingtong saw that Zeng Jide was still willing to help him and immediately showed gratitude, “Senior…”

“Heh, brat, you owe this old man a huge favor. Perhaps we’ll meet again if fate allows!” Zeng Jide waved his hand and disappeared into thin air, leaving Sun Lingtong, a small boy, standing forlornly by the wide river.

Sun Lingtong tried to contact Ning Zhuo, but still couldn’t.

He thought for a moment and immediately took out the Heixue Zhima, heading towards Shuizang Gu.

“The mission given to me by Foyi Meng Yaoin is probably completed. If things proceed naturally… I should meet up with Ning Zhuo’s mother!”

Jietai Battlefield.

The Wangchuan Zhiliu flowed endlessly, moving and shuttling with extraordinary agility, blocking Ning Zhuo’s several charges and foiling all his breakthrough plans.

Ning Zhuo suddenly grinned and took out the Tongling Baojing.

The mirror light shot directly onto the altar, sending out Youying Fengren Yehu!

But the next moment, Meng Yehu’s figure was enveloped by yellow dust and fog, and he lost contact with Ning Zhuo.

“Oh no,” Ning Zhuo’s expression changed slightly.

Luosi transmitted a message with his divine sense, reminding him, “Young Master, this yellow dust and smoke is dispersed by Wangchuan Fujun’s Tuhang Fenshen, possessing the power to contaminate magic artifacts and even extinguish their spirituality.”

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth. How could he not know? He just didn’t expect that even after Disha Zhuohui Shen had dissipated, the remaining yellow dust would still have such power.

“If Meng Yehu is like this, and I want to reach the top of the altar, I’ll have to pass through a large area of yellow dust. How can I solve this problem?”

While Ning Zhuo was questioning himself, Luosi suddenly made his move.

He brought out the remaining half of the Wangchuan Yindu Xian and once again used the Diaoshu Jiuyuan Xie Shui Dou.

“Now!” Luosi shouted loudly, manipulating the Xie Shui Dou to protect Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity, and propelled the Cangtie Han Jia forward at high speed.

In this battle, his flying ability had helped him tremendously. His modifications to the Cangtie Han Jia were extremely crucial and indispensable!

The Wangchuan Zhiliu was blocked by the Xie Shui Dou, and much of the flowing water leaked in other directions through the mesh. The once powerful and vigorous Zhiliu, having leaked too much, immediately slowed its momentum and speed of rushing and returning.

Ning Zhuo thus rushed onto the altar!

“Success!” Qingchi cheered.

But a new challenge was already pressing.

Ning Zhuo entered the yellow dust, finding it difficult to breathe, his movements sluggish, and both his magical power and thoughts operating with difficulty.

“Wanxiang Dengming Jie Zicui!”

Ning Zhuo’s mind was suddenly enlightened, and the prophecy poem once again, and again, flashed through his mind.

He took out the Qianmo Deng.

This lamp came from Wanxiang Zong and was the most reflective of the “Wanxiang Deng” among Ning Zhuo’s possessions.

It was an octagonal prism, four feet two inches high, and one foot eight inches thick. Its top was domed, and its base was square, subtly embodying the principle of a round sky and square earth.

The lamp’s light was faint and yellowish, seemingly weak, yet it easily parted the yellow dust!

This was because the lamp’s specialty was to greatly adjust the local qi of an area, creating fertile soil and enabling extensive communication.

Most of what Disha Zhuohui Shen had transformed into was Difu Zhuoqi; what else could this be but local qi?

Most importantly, this Fenshen had already dissipated, and even if the Difu Zhuoqi, unmanaged by anyone, was dense, it was merely a natural treasure.

“No!!!” At this moment, Wangchuan Fujun’s eyes widened, completely losing all composure.

In front of Ning Zhuo, the yellow dust and local qi automatically parted as the lamp light shone, forming a spotless passage.

He stepped forward, his walking speed becoming slower and slower.

The invisible pressure was as heavy as a mountain, vast and mighty!

This was a pressure originating from ancient rituals, directly pointing to the essence of life, the might of heaven!

The pressure acted directly on his soul, causing Ning Zhuo to have auditory hallucinations, as if he heard the wails, prayers, murmurs, and mad laughter of billions of living beings!

His divine sea trembled violently, as if it were overturning rivers and seas.

Random thoughts surged, emotions frequently arose, as if to drown Ning Zhuo’s divine sea, preventing him from thinking calmly.

Ning Zhuo let out a muffled groan, the military power of Qingjiao Jun receded like a tide, unable to provide any blessing.

Ning Zhuo’s soul was stimulated, and although it swayed violently, it also began to emit a soul halo under the heavy pressure.

Although the halo was not vast, it was as condensed as refined steel!

Ning Zhuo stood firm like a reef in a raging tide. Although his speed became slower and slower, and his strides shorter and shorter, he continued to advance, even if it was just little by little, inch by inch!

Ning Zhuo felt his feet were filled with lead, and endless hatred and resentment drilled into his body, like billions of decaying maggots gnawing at his flesh!

This was the curse of the Tiangui on heaven and earth, and their jealousy towards living beings, when they died miserably.

The virulent qi enveloped Ning Zhuo, causing wisps of smoke to rise from his body, a burnt smell to emerge, and piercing pain to strike his heart.

Ning Zhuo let out a low growl, stirring the military evil qi within him, and it erupted fiercely! Thick, bloody evil qi surged out of his body, strong, sharp, and filled with the resolute will of battlefield killing.

The virulent and jealous qi was overwhelmed by the military evil qi, retreating steadily.

Ning Zhuo was like an Asura clad in bloody armor, with every step he took, a burst of blood light erupted on the steps, painstakingly carving out a foothold!

The military evil qi was rapidly consumed, his face turned from pale to red, blood spilled from his clenched teeth, but his pace gradually accelerated.

He endured the most difficult initial moments and gradually adapted to the terrifying pressure.

His soul was severely tested and condensed several times over.

Midway, he also found Meng Yehu.

Meng Yehu was covered in yellow dust, his spirituality clouded, and he wouldn’t respond to calls. Ning Zhuo had more important things to do, so he put him away for later.

Ning Zhuo finally stepped onto the last stair and reached the very top of the altar.

Ning Zhuo reached out and directly picked up the Tiangui Tougaigu.

He couldn’t lift it!

Just a piece of skull, yet it was as heavy as a mountain.

At the same time, a chill arose from the deepest part of Ning Zhuo’s heart; it was a bone-chilling cold, as if he was being sentenced by fate, scrutinized by heaven and earth.

This is not yours to take.

You are not worthy!

You are not qualified!!!

Crack, crack…

A cracking sound rang out.

Ning Zhuo looked down and saw cracks appearing on the dragon qi jade pendant on his belt. Dragon qi gushed out and merged into Ning Zhuo’s body.

In just an instant, Ning Zhuo suddenly raised his hand, and the Tiangui Tougaigu instantly became very light. Caught off guard, Ning Zhuo almost lost control and fell backward.

The dark blue skull was close at hand, emitting a mysterious aura that made Ning Zhuo lose himself in a trance.

“Be careful!” Qingchi and Luosi cried out simultaneously.

But Wangchuan Fujun had already anticipated Ning Zhuo’s reaction. At the crucial moment, he used all his strength to pull the Wangchuan Zhiliu, which rose like a dragon, directly climbing onto the altar and swallowing Ning Zhuo in one gulp.

Ning Zhuo ultimately fell into the Wangchuan Zhiliu!

Splash.

The Wangchuan Zhiliu receded, forming a winding river, connected at both ends, encircling the altar.

The string of beads left by Wangchuan Fujun had completely disintegrated. This caused him to completely lose control of the Wangchuan Zhiliu.

But he had achieved his goal.

Seeing the drowning Ning Zhuo, he muttered, “Die, die!”

“No!” Qingchi rushed towards Ning Zhuo, ignoring everything else.

Luosi grabbed her shoulder, “Wait a moment!”

“General Qing, calm down. I have a way to save Young Master.”

Qingchi turned sharply, “You have a way? Tell me quickly!”

Luosi took out a spare fishing rod, line, and hook, quickly assembled them, and handed them to Qingchi, “I’ll teach you the fishing technique!”

Qingchi was stunned, then quickly realized, “Although I’ve fished before, your fishing skills must be superior to mine, and you’re more likely to succeed!”

But Luosi immediately shook his head, revealing the cruel truth, “To fish in the Wangchuan River, the bait must be memories and sentiments, something extraordinary.”

“We are trying to rescue Young Master now, so we must use memories and sentiments related to him.”

“But I haven’t spent much time with Young Master, so without substantial bait, there’s no way I can catch him.”

“General Qing, only you can be Young Master’s savior! Don’t hesitate any longer, hurry!”

Qingchi gritted her teeth, nervously taking the fishing rod, and cast the line under Luosi’s guidance.

This step went quite smoothly, as Qingchi had relatively rich fishing experience from living in the gloomy, dark, and wet swamp.

The Wangchuan Zhiliu was relatively clear, and Qingchi and Luosi could see the fishhook entering the stream and hooking onto Ning Zhuo.

Qingchi was overjoyed and quickly raised the rod, wanting to fish her beloved ashore.

The hook was firmly attached to Ning Zhuo’s clothes. The fishing rod bent, the fishing line was taut and straight, yet it couldn’t lift him an inch, instead, it drooped as Ning Zhuo sank.

Qingchi’s heart trembled as she recalled Luosi’s instructions.

She had to use past memories and sentiments as bait to rescue her beloved!