Bringing Back Wushuang and the Situ Siblings!

On the third day after Su Ming returned to Xuanji Hall.

He set out again.

This time.

His destination was the Canglan Realm.

Primordial Dragon Travel streaked through the Chaos Void like a long golden rainbow, moving at an astonishing speed.

His cultivation at the immortal sovereign ninth heaven made his flight several times faster than it had been in the simulation.

A journey that should have taken five years took him less than three.

The outskirts of the Canglan Realm were still shrouded in the Weird Barrier.

Five Black Pillars stood at the very centers of the Five Continents, siphoning away the Human Race's vital essence.

But instead of advancing inward bit by bit as he had in the simulation, Su Ming plunged straight into the Barren Wasteland.

The Bronze Coffin was still on that dead mountain, its sealing runes still flickering faintly.

Su Ming pushed aside the coffin lid and saw the sleeping Peerless War King.

That resolute face, the wound that pierced his chest, the pitch-black source of the weird lingering in his right eye.

Everything was exactly as it had been in the simulation.

Without hesitation, Su Ming pressed his palm against the Peerless War King's chest.

Gray void power surged into the War King's body, precisely locking onto the source of the weird entrenched deep within his soul.

The devouring began.

Black mist poured from the Peerless War King's seven orifices, writhing and screeching in midair before the void power swallowed it in a single gulp.

The Peerless War King opened his eyes.

His left eye was amber, and his right eye had turned amber as well.

His first instinct was to raise his hand and attack, but Su Ming was ready and seized his wrist.

"Senior, it's me. The junior who brought you pills