I Still Had to Do It Myself

Zheng Xingdou had been certain to die. Nothing he tried could stop his life from draining away.

But now, this brilliant light of righteousness enveloped him and actually severed that drain on his life.

Zheng Xingdou's expression eased slightly. "Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist Zhu!"

Zhu Chengli looked grave. Everyone watched the Longevity Stele floating on the lake with wary eyes.

They sensed something sinister about it. This was not something just anyone could touch.

Those who had wanted to seize it had abandoned the thought entirely.

The Dream Projection Li Qing controlled had reached the gate. He needed to leave; a drastic change was probably coming.

He wanted to retrieve the Dream Projection if he could. Otherwise, he would have to gather a great many dreams before he could use it again.

Just as he neared the gate, a low sigh sounded through the fourth level of Dream Grotto-Heaven.

"Sigh. I still have to do it myself."

The voice was distant and cold, as though it had come from hell.

At that instant, everyone looked toward the island.

A sinister aura rose from it, and a pair of pitch-black eyes slowly opened.

Deep whirlpools seemed to turn within those eyes. Everyone caught in their gaze felt a chill run through their body.

In that moment, they felt as though they had encountered the greatest malice in the world.

They felt like meat on someone else's chopping board, ready to be eaten at any moment.

Someone cried out in a low voice, "Ma Bowen? He isn't dead?"

Ma Bowen slowly rose. His cold face held no expression. Countless strange characters raced across his skin, packed close together and moving faster and faster.

The sight alone filled them with terror. Then the Longevity Stele seemed to respond to his