Return

Three days only have seventy-two hours.

For the Emperor, it was only a fleeting moment, but for Ren Anran, the length of time made her uneasy and anxious.

But the Emperor refused to release him, and Ren Anran was helpless.

She couldn't even feel her own body; she only knew that the black hole at the Myriad Longevity Pavilion still lingered, and that was most likely the way back to her.

During these three days, she followed the Emperor and Empress throughout the Western Kunlun, and learned about all sorts of things. She even met many great cultivators in the Western Kunlun and had brief conversations with these powerful beings.

Having truly witnessed the profound heritage of Western Kunlun, Ren Anran was completely awestruck.

In the real world, Montespatton is the number one expert, but in the Western Kunlun Holy Land, there are many such number one experts.

Ren Anran felt that every great cultivator here was no less than Montespatton, and might even be stronger.

It involves flying, controlling wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, manipulating trees and gravity, with flames and water flowing around his fingers. Ren Anran even saw a great cultivator who controlled space.

The other person simply waved their hand, and the instantaneous concealment and teleportation left her in awe.

The other party was merely managing the trees within this territory.

Great cultivators, a rarity in the real world, seem to be everywhere here. Even the courtesans who serve tea and water possess considerable cultivation and power.

Everything in Western Kunlun impacted Ren Anran's mind, but Ren Anran also keenly perceived the drawbacks of the Western Kunlun Holy Land.

That is, every great cultivator here seems to have lost their purpose in life, as if they have lost their soul.

If she had to find a fitting scenario, she felt it was somewhat similar to the elderly Sequence Holder before the implementation of the old age policy—a kind of empty despair of waiting to die.

Even though these people possessed immense power, they were like walking corpses, simply waiting for death. Some powerful figures were even trapped in a mechanical existence, their bodies still retaining consciousness, but their minds seemed to have lost their clarity.

Ren Anran began to understand the Emperor's thoughts and realized why he regarded her as a lifeline.

Like Changkong Luo and others, people with this kind of imperial mentality will seize every opportunity to survive or find a way to leave this place until they complete the transformation of their lives.

Any obstacle that stands in the way will be removed, and Ren Anran understands the courtesy she received in Western Kunlun.

She was well aware of the consequences if the Emperor were to see through what she possessed and discover that it couldn't change her fate.

"I should go back!"

Ren Anran stated her requirements very slowly.

"My body can't hold on for that long. My family must be very worried by now," Ren Anran urged.

Please be patient!

Upon seeing Ren Anran truly conjure her body for the first time and achieve a genuine dialogue, how could the Emperor easily let her leave?

He believed that the drug Ren Anran injected was probably not common, and that Ren Anran was becoming increasingly powerful, so perhaps one day he would erase the mark he had left behind.

This forced the Emperor to seize every opportunity to spend time with his subjects and learn as much as possible about them, so as not to lack opportunities to interact in the future.

He took out the insights and experiences he had gained from his interactions with Ren Anran over the years, and slowly asked Ren Anran questions, trying his best to make her understand and to make himself understand as well.

Relying on lip reading to communicate is indeed a terrible thing. If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't been observed so thoroughly by them during his cultivation, it would have been an almost impossible task.

With different languages and cultures, even the most gifted person will find it difficult to acquire authentic spiritual content in a short period of time.

The Emperor stretched out his hand again and again, a faint red light flashing in his eyes, and a lightning bolt like floating thunder passing by, his thoughts churning within him.

"Do you intend to keep her soul trapped within our Three Realms?"

The emperor heard the voice of the empress and emperor who had been communicating for thousands of years.

This made him nod slightly.

"She already has the ability to erase marks. If I release her, I'll likely never see her again," the Emperor said, his lips moving slightly. "And the kind of Cultivation Method she uses is probably just a common one from the Upper Realm. I truly yearn for their world!"

"If you have made up your mind, then preserve her soul, and then search her soul and scrape her spirit until you have control over everything she possesses," the Empress whispered.

"This is a last resort, a desperate measure. If we can maintain the mark on her, it might bring me more profound mysteries," the Emperor transmitted his voice.

"Then could you strengthen the coordinate imprint to prevent her from erasing it?"

"It's very difficult!"

The Emperor rarely conceals his actions; he often strikes with overwhelming force.

The mark he left in Ren Anran's eyes was his strongest method.

This kind of hyperspace is too far away, so far that his perception is weak and it is difficult to control.

If it weren't for his constantly increasing strength, which allowed him to barely maintain the connection, this relationship would have been severed long ago.

"This connection did not arise out of thin air. Rather, I encountered a void being and was able to penetrate the mark by relying on its power. How can I borrow its power again now?" the Emperor murmured in response.

"Then let's drain the pond to catch all the fish!"

The Emperor and Empress smiled at Ren Anran, but their decisions during the exchange were devoid of any emotion.

At their age, it's almost impossible for feelings to develop without a shared sense of righteousness.

In the eyes of the emperor and empress, things are only divided into those of interest; they will choose whichever method yields the greater benefit.

"My lord, I have devoted myself to developing this technique, but there are still some aspects I cannot understand. I am now casting the spell, and I hope that you can provide guidance. After you have provided guidance, I will do my best to safely send you back to the upper realm!"

The Emperor and Empress's suggestion reached his ears, and the Emperor raised his hand, which he had repeatedly lowered.

Wind and clouds surged in his palm, followed by Lei Ming and lightning.

Like a microcosm, the Emperor's palm contained swirling winds and clouds, with countless thunderbolts constantly emerging.

Ren Anran breathed a sigh of relief. She could only watch intently until the Emperor sent her back to the real world.

The scene of Lei Ming and lightning flashed through her eyes, and then she saw the Emperor's hand grow larger and larger, and in a short moment it became a scene that blotted out the sky. All that remained around her was swirling wind and clouds, and countless purple lightning bolts kept falling from the sky.

"Open!"

A single palm could not possibly cover the sky and the sun. Ren Anran knew very well that this was an alternative form of mental combat technique, and only mental power could pierce through it.

She stretched out her palm and struck the sky with it.

But a sense of powerlessness due to the lack of gene function welled up in Ren Anran's heart, and her heart skipped a beat.

Without a physical body, her Dragon Elephant Combat Technique was clearly ineffective.

If she were to exert her power of cultivation, she would be powerless to resist in this situation.

"Your method is profound..."

Ren Anran couldn't break the Emperor's technique, she had no choice but to quickly admit defeat.

She had just opened her mouth when the purple lightning in the sky vanished. Just as Ren Anran was about to think that everything before her eyes would disappear, a ghostly face, like that of the underworld, appeared in the sky.

The ghost face raised its head, then swooped down and swallowed her whole.

A chilling and eerie feeling washed over Ren Anran, who was terrified. She reached out and flicked her wrists, trying her best to shield herself even without using any strength.

But this change almost froze her consciousness in an instant.

It wasn't until a hoarse, urgent voice 'Return, An Ran ' echoed in her mind that she saw countless ghostly faces covering her like layers of shackles, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"Retreat!"

A feeling of telepathy welled up in her heart, and Ren Anran shouted, raising her hands forcefully upwards, feeling as if she had received a familiar and powerful spiritual force.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was also filled with turbulent winds and clouds.

The sounds of soaring dragons and stomping elephants echoed across the sky, followed by a roaring monster descending and stomping heavily on countless ghostly faces.