"Greetings, my true self!"
"Greetings, my true self!"
One was a black-robed Daoist who looked much like Yun Zhongzi, though his eyes held Fiendish Qi.
The other was a white-robed Daoist who also resembled Yun Zhongzi, but wore a kindly smile.
Looking at them, Yun Zhongzi said, "You two know what needs to be done, don't you?"
They nodded. "Of course."
Yun Zhongzi smiled. "Then stay here. Take the materials collected in the Mortal World—one of you will refine artifacts, and the other will make pills. Set aside the precious materials and send them to Kunlun with the fossils."
The two Daoists nodded. "Yes, my true self!"
These were Yun Zhongzi's Good and Evil Corpses. They were part of him, so he could trust them.
With everything arranged, Yun Zhongzi said, "Ren, let's go. It's time to return to Kunlun and tell Senior Brother Yuding. We also need to settle the matter of Randeng."
With a sweep of his sleeve, Yun Zhongzi gathered up the piles of fossils and resources before him.
Then he stepped onto an auspicious cloud and flew into the sky.
Ren hurried onto a cloud and caught up, intending to ride Yun Zhongzi's cloud with him. His cultivation was too low; his own cloud was nowhere near as fast.
Before long, they had flown beyond the Mortal World Nine Provinces.
But the moment they left the Nine Provinces, a murderous aura reached them from afar.
In the distance, numerous cultivators were locked in battle.
Members of the Demon Race and Human Race fought alongside all manner of others, killing without regard for friend or foe.
The fighting went on, and blood kept spilling.
Blood stained the earth, where corpses had already piled up.
At the sight, Ren said, "Are they fighting over a Sword Aura