Cheng Yin, inside Yu Mang's spatial treasure, passed on to Yu Mang the swordsmanship he had comprehended from Xie Bumian, along with the bloodline inheritance memories that were constantly awakening within him.
"Why hasn't that little Sikong come yet?" Yu Mang asked in a low voice, filled with anticipation.
Unable to contact him, his Spirit Shadow clone had no idea that Sikong Jing had never intended to come at all.
Naturally, Yu Xianpo ahead of them would not explain anything either.
Within the Ancient Ancestor Hell Array, Mu Bujun descended, covered in wounds.
Then Yu Mang's true body immediately spoke into his ear. "Mu Bujun, why did you run back alone?"
This was the eighteenth level of the Ancient Ancestor Hell Array.
It was still the environment Sikong Jing had seen before—dark, oppressive, terrifying, as though one had truly been cast into hell itself. Unlike before, however, there was no longer a World Within a World brimming with life here.
Since this was the eighteenth level, the distance was also great...
Thus, Yu Mang's true body's perception was restricted, and he did not sense the New Purple Night Mystic Jade inside Mu Bujun's body.
"Mu Bujun, tell Yu Mang..."
"Tell him something earth-shaking has happened above and make him hurry up and bring you up."
The New Purple Night Mystic Jade was embedded tightly within Mu Bujun's body, issuing Sikong Jing's cold voice.
Separated by the terrifying Ancient Ancestor Hell Array, Yu Mang's true body and the Spirit Shadow clone outside clearly could not share memories.
Otherwise, he would certainly have known why Mu Bujun had returned alone.
"Sikong Jing, I'll be... by Emperor Yu Mang..."
Mu Bujun no longer wanted to continue. If he did as Sikong Jing said, Yu Mang truly would blast him into dregs. Right