Seeing Li Huowang's shocked expression, Gao Zhijian grew anxious as well. Zuoqiu Yong was an ally in the same boat as them now.
Yet the Physical Body Ruler of Fate—such a powerful ally—had suddenly died without warning. That was undoubtedly adding frost to snow in an already dire situation.
"Senior Brother Li, send me back at once!"
"Wait for me—just wait a moment! I know who to ask about this! I can find the answer!"
As Li Huowang spoke, he sat cross-legged and clasped his head with both hands, squeezing as though he wanted to crush his skull completely. At the same time, he began chanting silently in his heart.
I am the Seventh Cycle. I am the Seventh Cycle now. I must be the Seventh Cycle now!
Compared to before, this time it was unimaginably difficult, unbearably awkward.
After who knew how long he had chanted, Li Huowang abruptly opened his eyes. Qing Wanglai stood with his arms folded, studying him along with the others. He had finally returned.
"Three Pure Ones! You govern secrets! Tell me! How exactly did Zuoqiu Yong die? Where did his Growth Heavenly Dao go?"
Yet Qing Wanglai did not answer Li Huowang's urgent questions. He turned sideways and quietly discussed something with Zhao Shuangdian beside him.
Watching Qing Wanglai's actions, then seeing the expressions on everyone else's faces, Li Huowang finally realized that something was different.
When he lowered his head to look at his own body, it felt as though a bolt from the blue had struck him squarely on the head.
"Why have you tied me up? Untie me! Why are you tying me up?!"
Just as he had been in the Mental Hospital, he was bound tight as a drum, unable to move even a single finger.
In his current