"Do you two need a little help?"
A young man in a gray coat and mask appeared beside the Traveler and Paimon.
Even with the mask on, his identity was obvious from his voice and attire.
He had appeared on the Sky Screen before—the one who paid for Zhongli!
Though he had only been in one or two brief shots, he had left a deep impression.
After all, like the Traveler, he was a major sucker.
With the "mysterious person's" help, the Traveler and Paimon successfully evaded the Millelith's pursuit and escaped.
At the same time, through the "mysterious person's" introduction, they met Zhongli, the consultant of the "professional team," Wang Sheng Tang.
Sentient Beings: "..."
Di Tian: "..."
He suddenly felt a little like a clown.
What left everyone even more speechless was that Zhongli actually intended to hold a funeral for the Geo Archon!
I'm burying myself?
"I thought this time would be a little more normal, that there would be some Famous Scene..."
"Who would've thought? Who could've possibly thought?!"
"This turned into another Underworld Scene!"
"What the hell, I'm burying myself!"
This scene left every living being on Douluo Star speechless.
They racked their brains but still could not understand why such an outrageous situation had appeared.
"Sure enough, only the Emperor Lord can surpass the Emperor Lord!"
As everyone discussed it, the Sky Screen's atmosphere abruptly changed.
At a stone table, Zhongli sat with two beautiful women.
One of them was Hagintos, the young girl with the large coat sleeves.
The other was equally beautiful. She appeared refined and elegant, like a fairy, with a zither placed before her.
"A Ping, I'll leave this matter to you."
Zhongli spoke without changing expression.
Hagintos had not died, nor had "Granny Ping" willingly grown old.
As long as Immortals were ageless, they could retain their youthful appearances forever if they wished.
Upon hearing this,
the two Fairies exchanged glances. A teasing glint flashed through their eyes, and the corners of their lips curled upward.
"Isn't it just borrowing a bell? No problem."
"Only, Emperor Lord..."
"You..."
Hagintos covered her mouth with her sleeve and stared at Zhongli with her large eyes. Her slightly narrowed gaze revealed the turmoil in her heart.
Before A Ping could finish, Zhongli already knew what she wanted to say.
"Ping'er, Morax has his own considerations. Don't mock... cough, cough, question him any further."
Before Zhongli could say anything, Hagintos grabbed A Ping's hand and spoke gently.
Zhongli: "..."
The corner of his eye twitched slightly. He raised his teacup and began sipping tea.
Hagintos, you already said it out loud!
Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's Mansion.
Qian Renxue removed her disguise, her eye twitching repeatedly.
She had thought she understood Zhongli well enough already.
Who could have imagined that this was merely the tip of the iceberg?
Even burying himself was something Zhongli could do. What else was there that he could not do?
But was the meaning of all this truly just to return power to humanity?
Qian Renxue picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea, falling into a storm of thoughts.
Her purpose in stealing the throne was not to distribute power to the commoners, but for Spirit Hall's grand cause.
Once Spirit Hall completed its unification, the commoners would still be commoners, but she could ensure they lived better lives than they did now.
In an environment like Douluo Continent, the idea of everyone becoming a dragon simply would not work.
All that could be done was to see whether the ruler was willing to treat the commoners a little better. Nothing more.
"Compared to power, their lives are what I long for more..."
Qian Renxue stared at Hagintos and True Monarch of the Wandering Dust as she murmured.
A life like that was something she could only yearn for.
She carried the expectations of too many people. It was absolutely impossible for her to live such a leisurely and elegant life.
Perhaps only after everything had been settled and she had become a god could it become possible.
New Zhongli Residence.
"It has been a long time since I heard Hagintos and A Ping play."
The Ruinous Dragon King sighed, somewhat wistful.
Having lived too long, whenever one recalled the past and old friends, melancholy would inevitably arise.
Zhongli looked at the Sky Screen without speaking, doing nothing but drinking.
He had only been gone for a few years. Nothing should have happened to Liyue, right?
Thinking about it would only add to his worries. At present, he had no way to return.
Beside a certain pool.
While everyone else watched the Sky Screen, the four people here had no mind to pay attention to it.
Tang Hao had been severely injured and collapsed, his life or death unknown.
Huo Yuhao, who was merely a Soul Douluo, could easily defeat the severely injured Tang Hao!
Huo Yuhao had not even used a Soul Tool. Tang Hao was no match for him at all.
"Father!"
Tang San cried out in alarm. He never expected Huo Yuhao to instantly defeat Tang Hao!
A Soul Douluo had instantly defeated a Titled Douluo whose Soul Power Level was higher?
"Tang Hao, do you now understand how much I miss Dong'er?"
"If you stop me again, I'll split your Blue Silver Emperor into ten pieces and fuse them into ten different plants!"
"Hm, that's actually a good idea!"
Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up as he gave a sinister smile.
He had inherited the legacy of the Holy Necromancer Electrolux. Doing something like that would not be difficult.
With that thought, Huo Yuhao turned his gaze toward Xiao Wu.
Tang San glared at Huo Yuhao, while Xiao Wu trembled as she shielded Tang San in front of her.
This "son-in-law" before them had already fallen into madness!
In the terms of future generations, he had fallen into an Evil Soul Master!
"Tang San, feel the pain!"
"Before you create the Three Dance Secret Techniques, your Xiao Wu will temporarily be split into... hehehe!!"
"This should be easy for you."
"After all, you're the founder of the Tang Sect!"
Tang San went numb. He understood exactly what Huo Yuhao meant.
But from beginning to end, he had never created any soul skills himself!
Turning other people's crystallized wisdom into something belonging to Tang San was much easier.
Asking him to create something like Huo Yuhao's Hao Dong Three Absolutes was practically asking for his life!
As Tang San raged, Huo Yuhao casually kicked him to the ground, stepped on his head, and ground it beneath his foot twice.
Only then did he grab Xiao Wu and vanish from the spot before Tang San's despairing eyes.
"HUO YUHAO!!"
The Sky Screen shifted.
The Traveler and Paimon searched everywhere for the materials needed for the Rite of Parting, and in the process met "Wang Xiaomei" and "Granny Ping."
"Granny Ping?"
Paimon scratched her head and looked at the youthful, beautiful fairy before her, her face full of confusion and bewilderment.
"You should be an Immortal, right?"
"Little Paimon is correct. I am indeed an Immortal."
"People call me True Monarch of the Wandering Dust."
"This is the Dust Cleansing Bell you need. Take it."
The Traveler and Paimon: "..."
"Hello, True Monarch of the Wandering Dust."
"We haven't even explained why we came, yet you..."
"Oh, I see. Then go ahead and tell me."
A Ping smiled and spread her hands.
"We came to borrow the Dust Cleansing Bell for the Geo Archon's Rite of Parting."
"Alright, here is the Dust Cleansing Bell. Take it."
Paimon: "..."
They had obtained the Dust Cleansing Bell so easily that Paimon felt something was off. It was as though she had fallen under some illusion... no, like she had been led into a trap!
(P.S. An extra chapter today. Please send some recommendation votes or something...)
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