A Ping, True Monarch of the Wandering Dust!

"Two, do you need a little bit of help?"

A young man in a gray coat and mask appeared beside the Traveler and Paimon.

Even with a mask, his identity was obvious from his voice and attire.

He had appeared on the Sky Screen before, paying for Zhongli!

Even with only a few brief shots, he was unforgettable.

After all, like the Traveler, he was a big "sucker."

With the help of the "mysterious man," the Traveler and Paimon successfully evaded the Millelith and escaped.

At the same time, it was also through the "mysterious man's" introduction that they met Zhongli, a guest official of the "professional team," Wang Sheng Tang.

Sentient Beings: "..."

Di Tian: "..."

He felt like a clown at this moment!

What made the Sentient Beings even more speechless was that Zhongli was going to hold a funeral for the Geo Archon!

Was he burying himself?

"I originally thought this time would be a bit more normal, expecting some Famous Scene..."

"But I never expected, never in a million years!"

"This time it's another Underworld Scene!"

"What the hell, burying myself!"

At this scene, all the beings on Douluo Star were speechless.

They racked their brains but couldn't understand why such a shocking situation had occurred.

"As expected, only the Emperor can surpass the Emperor!"

As everyone was discussing, the Sky Screen's scene suddenly changed.

A stone table, with Zhongli and two beautiful women sitting around it.

One of them was the young girl Hagintos in the large-sleeved coat.

The other was equally beautiful, appearing very elegant, like a fairy, with a zither in front of her.

"A Ping, I entrust this matter to you."

Zhongli said with an unchanged expression.

Hagintos was not dead, and "Granny Ping" had not voluntarily aged.

As long as Immortals were immortal, they could maintain their youthful appearance as long as they wished.

After hearing this.

The two fairy maidens exchanged a glance, a hint of playfulness flashing in their eyes, and the corners of their mouths curved upwards slightly.

"It's just borrowing a bell, right? No problem."

"It's just, Emperor Lord..."

"You this..."

Hagintos covered her mouth with her sleeve, her large eyes fixed on Zhongli, her slightly narrowed eyes revealing her inner turmoil.

A Ping's words were left unfinished, but Zhongli knew what she wanted to say.

"Ping'er, Morax has his own considerations, so don't mock... cough, interrogate him."

Before Zhongli could say anything, Hagintos grabbed A Ping and said softly.

Zhongli: "..."

His eye twitched slightly, and he picked up his teacup to sip his tea.

Hagintos, you've already revealed it!

Heaven Dou City, Crown Prince's Mansion.

Qian Renxue shed her disguise, her eyes twitching.

She originally thought she understood Zhongli well enough.

She never expected this to be just the tip of the iceberg.

Zhongli could even do something like burying himself; what else couldn't he do?

But was the meaning behind his actions merely to return power to humans?

Qian Renxue picked up the teapot and poured tea into her cup, falling into a brainstorming session.

Her goal in usurping the throne was not to distribute power to the Commoners, but for the great cause of Martial Soul Hall.

After Martial Soul Hall achieved unification, although the Commoners would still be Commoners, she could guarantee that they would live better lives than they did now.

In the environment of Douluo Continent, the idea of "everyone becoming a dragon" was not feasible.

It can only be seen whether the ruler is willing to be a little kinder to the commoners, that's all.

"Compared to power, their lives are what I yearn for more..."

Qian Renxue stared at Hagintos and True Monarch of the Wandering Dust, murmuring.

Such a life could only be yearned for.

She carried too many people's expectations and could never live such a leisurely and elegant life.

Perhaps, after everything was settled and she became a god, it might be possible to achieve it.

New Zhongli Residence.

"Hagintos and A Ping, I haven't heard their zither music for a long time."

Ruinous Dragon King sighed, somewhat melancholic.

Having lived too long, once one recalls the past, old friends, one can't help but feel melancholic.

Zhongli looked at the Sky Screen, remaining silent, drinking his wine.

He had only been away for a few years, and nothing major should have happened in Liyue, right?

Thinking about these things would only add to his troubles, and he had no way to return at the moment.

By a certain pond.

While others were paying attention to the Sky Screen, the four people here had no intention of doing so.

Tang Hao was severely injured and had fallen, his life or death unknown.

For a mere Soul Douluo like Huo Yuhao, severely injuring Tang Hao was as easy as lifting a hand!

Huo Yuhao didn't even use his Soul Tool, and Tang Hao was no match for him at all.

"Father!"

Tang San exclaimed, he never expected that Huo Yuhao would instantly defeat Tang Hao!

A Soul Douluo defeating a Titled Douluo, and the one with the higher Soul Power Level was the one instantly defeated?

"Tang Hao, do you feel my longing for Dong'er?"

"If you stop me again, I will split your Blue Silver Emperor into ten parts and merge them into ten different plants!"

"Heh, this is actually a good idea!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes lit up, and he smiled sinisterly.

He had inherited the legacy of the Necromancer Saint-Law God Electrolux, so achieving this was not a difficult matter.

Thinking of this, Huo Yuhao's gaze fell upon Xiao Wu.

Tang San stared intently at Huo Yuhao, while Xiao Wu trembled as she shielded Tang San in front of her.

This "son-in-law" before them had gone insane!

In the words of later generations, he had degenerated into an Evil Soul Master!

"Tang San, feel the pain!"

"Before you create the Three Dances ultimate skills yourself, your Xiao Wu will have to be temporarily divided... Heh heh!!"

"This should be easy for you."

"After all, you are the founder of the Tang Sect!"

Tang San was stunned. He understood what Huo Yuhao meant.

But from beginning to end, he had never created a Soul Skill himself!

Turning the crystallization of others' wisdom into his own, Tang San, was relatively simple.

Making him create the Hao Dong Three Absolutes like Huo Yuhao's? That would be the death of him!

As Tang San raged, Huo Yuhao casually kicked him to the ground, stepped on Tang San's head, and ground it twice.

Then, under Tang San's despairing gaze, he grabbed Xiao Wu and vanished from the spot.

"Huo Yuhao!!"

The Sky Screen flowed.

The Traveler and Paimon searched everywhere for the materials needed for the Sending Immortal ceremony, and in the process, they met "Wang Xiaomei" and "Granny Ping."

"Granny Ping?"

Paimon scratched her head, looking at the beautiful and youthful fairy before her, completely bewildered and lost.

"You should be an Immortal, right?"

"Little Paimon is right. I am indeed an Immortal."

"The world calls me True Monarch of the Wandering Dust."

"Here is the Dust Cleansing Bell you need. Take it."

The Traveler, Paimon: "..."

"True Monarch of the Wandering Dust, hello."

"We haven't even stated our purpose yet, and you..."

"Oh, I see. Then please, tell me."

A Ping smiled and said, spreading her hands.

"We've come to borrow the Dust Cleansing Bell for the Geo Archon's Farewell Ceremony."

"Alright, here is the Dust Cleansing Bell. Take it."

Paimon: "..."

Getting the Dust Cleansing Bell so easily made Paimon feel something was off, as if she'd fallen for some illusion... No, a trap!