"Quick, cover me!"
San Jie Lang Lang Zi shouted anxiously.
Wang Jixuan froze for a moment, then the foreign soul shed tears as it swallowed San Jie Lang Lang Zi's remnant soul into its chest.
Strands of soul power nourished San Jie Lang Lang Zi.
There was actually no need to panic. Several small ships had already shot over from the direction of the moon, and several beams of light had landed here.
Support had arrived.
"What happened?"
San Jie Lang Lang Zi asked anxiously.
Wang Jixuan pondered for a few moments before recounting what he had seen.
The immortal palace, the halls, the seated corpses of white bones, the skeleton that had pushed him out, and that remark: "What a pity you're a demonic cultivator."
"What's wrong with demonic cultivators? The immortals in there look down on demonic cultivators?"
San Jie Lang Lang Zi muttered indignantly.
Perhaps his previous actions had indeed been even more demonic than those of actual demonic cultivators.
Daoist Wang ignored his Second Life. His mind was racing, analyzing everything.
On one point, Shen Qionglin had been right.
This Stone of the Past was not some kind of key. It was itself the hidden realm concealed within the moon... The relationship was rather complicated to explain.
It was like this: the material foundation of that hidden realm lay in a region inside the moon, but the hidden realm itself transcended their current dimension. The Stone of the Past was that hidden realm's projection within the current universe.
That was roughly how it worked.
This was not some inherited secret treasure, and that hidden realm did not seem intended to bestow blessings upon later generations.
Still, the mobile skeleton had discovered he was a demonic cultivator and merely exiled him instead of destroying him. That was