The Third Collection Site Lost Control, Huo Yuhao Sealed That Name with All His Strength

At the edge of the Shrek Old Battlefield, a pillar of light was like a bone spur nailed into the sky. By the time Huo Yuhao arrived, the ground had already split open.

The residual Soul Power of the old battlefield, the sampling data transmitted from the Sun-Moon Soul Guidance Tower, and the Auspicious Beast samples leaked from the old Star Dou site—three forces converged here. At the very center floated a platinum shard of light. It was small, yet it made Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er stop at the same time.

Within that shard of light were the traces of both of them, as well as the presence of a woman who was more complete, higher, and utterly unfamiliar.

Ju Zi unfolded a Sun Moon Recording Chip. The half of the Holy Spirit Cult consultants list remaining in the chip was linked to the old battlefield's formation patterns, black mist coiling around every name like threads. Ye Guyi's gaze turned cold. "They made the list into formation cores too."

Huo Yuhao understood. The Third Collection Site was not merely a battle formation. It was a bell. The Holy Spirit Cult and the Sun Moon Empire's moles had let them obtain half the evidence precisely to force him to bring Dong'er, Qiu'er, and Ju Zi here, using the powerful emotional fluctuations within them to strike the shard of light awake.

At the center of the pillar, a black-robed figure slowly emerged. It was not a living person, but a puppet pieced together from Return Flow fluctuations. It had no face, only constantly shifting words where its face should have been: Dong, Qiu, and a name that could never fully take shape. Wang Dong'er's breath caught. Wang Qiu'er stepped forward, but Huo Yuhao caught her wrist.

"Don't act rashly."

Wang Qiu'er