Xiahou Qingyuan knew Xiahou You intended to pass him a Divine Soul Mark. He immediately leaned his head toward her, letting her touch a finger to it.
In an instant, the scenes of Xu Taiping slaying the Snow Woman and then being surrounded by the ghost horde appeared in Xiahou Qingyuan's mind.
As an heir of the Xiahou Clan of Jade Balance Mountain and a disciple of the Three Yellow Dao Palace, Xiahou Qingyuan could hardly fail to recognize how powerful those ghosts were.
"Never mind you-even if I joined forces with my senior brothers from the Dao Palace, I fear we would struggle to defeat this ghost horde."
Xiahou Qingyuan smiled bitterly.
"The problem is, cultivators at your level, Second Brother, cannot enter the Mysterious Wasteland Tower at all."
Xiahou You sighed as well.
"This must be the work of the Nine Abysses. Goshu Miu alone could never summon so many ghost kings."
Xiahou Qingyuan frowned.
"With this, the path through the ninth layer to the tenth layer of the Mysterious Wasteland Tower is completely blocked. Mysterious Wasteland Heaven... truly has no hope this time."
He let out another long sigh.
The Xiahou Clan's ancestor had originally come from the Mysterious Wasteland Tower. Seeing this ancestral homeland on the brink of destruction naturally weighed on his heart.
"Yes, judging by the present situation, there is indeed no turning back the tide, but..."
Xiahou You paused here and looked toward the door before continuing:
"But when we left the tower, Rusty Lion Young Master told us he had a way to gather people to fight the ghost horde on the ninth layer together. He told us to wait at home."
"He has a way?"
Xiahou Qingyuan froze briefly at her words, then shook his head with a bitter smile and