Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333: A World Without Senluo...

Dou Yun traveled to the future, but perished there.

His transformation into Nieli’s long journey is like a celestial riddle, known to few.

Yet, the moment he died and transformed into Nieli, Zi Xiao sensed it.

You see, Zi Xiao implants a ’King’s Blood Lock’ into every Zi clan expert’s body to monitor them and prevent betrayal.

With the "simple-mindedness" of the Zi clan, without such restraints, the position of Clan Leader would not be stable.

Just now, however, Zi Xiao sensed the collapse of Dou Yun’s King’s Blood Lock...

"Dou Yun actually still died! Even fleeing to the future, he couldn’t escape this person’s pursuit? Who on earth is this divine being..." Zi Xiao grew even more despairing.

The Zi clan perished because of Ning Fan.

His lifelong dreams ended because of Ning Fan.

Yet, until this moment, he didn’t even know who Ning Fan was, and dying in ignorance filled his heart with sorrow.

Nevertheless, there are those even now who are obstinate, attempting resistance.

"If I knew who this person was, perhaps I could destroy his past corpse, annihilate his taoism..." He Yuan Quasi-Saint defiantly said, her beautiful features shrouded in gloom and ruthlessness.

She refused to die here, yearning for a chance of survival.

As long as she could uncover Ning Fan’s origins, she’d have the courage to strike back!

"This person must surely be the Ancient Great Cultivator, Zhao Jian..." someone offered their intelligence.

"No! By using Zhao Jian’s Hehuan Red Line against this person, it was useless! That’s definitely not his real name!" He Yuan Quasi-Saint tried and found the cause-and-effect lock targeting Ning Fan’s Red Line was ineffective, feeling frustrated.

"Why not try the inheritor of Ancient Chaos..." someone suggested.

"It’s not enough! The yin-yang unpredictability of Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor’s causality makes it difficult to pinpoint the inheritors..." He Yuan Quasi-Saint said helplessly.

"Try the Eight Generation Slaughter Emperor, Rain Immortal Monarch causality!" another suggested.

"What? The Eighth Generation Slaughter Emperor is him?" He Yuan Quasi-Saint exclaimed, shocked.

She knew that not many years had passed since the founding of the Slaughter Hall’s Eight Generation Slaughter Emperor, and that this generation wasn’t even enthroned under the Immortal Emperor’s title, being regarded as a joke by many secret clan elders, who used it to mock the Calamity Tribe Chief Huo Dou...

How many years have passed? A little child, not even an Immortal Emperor, has grown to the extent of wiping out the Zi clan with a finger? This is ridiculous! Who provided such idiotic intelligence...

"Hehehe..." The Nine-tailed Bone Scraping Blade in her hand let out a sinister laugh, which could only mean one thing.

The causality was actually true!

"How could this be, what extraordinary talent..." He Yuan Quasi-Saint was both shocked and secretly delighted.

Though this person was talented, rapid growth was also a flaw; his weak past might be targeted by her.

Mother cannot defeat your present, nor your future, so I shall destroy your past!

Only...

Relying on the causality of the Eighth Generation Slaughter Emperor, Rain Immortal Monarch still wasn’t enough to target Ning Fan’s past.

Because the Sacred Slayer Sword of the Desolate Heavens guarding the Slaughter Hall won’t allow it!

Though the Nine-tailed Bone Scraping Blade is strong as well, it cannot overpower the Sacred Slayer Sword of the Desolate Heavens, nor break the causality related to the Slaughter Hall.

An alternative causal entry point must be found.

"I’ve seen him, I must have seen him... If I could remember this, if I could find more causal sources, perhaps I could assist He Yuan..." In the face of life and death, the Purple Bone Quasi-Saint was still thinking of gaining favor from He Yuan Quasi-Saint.

Causing the bone within his magical treasure, Immortal Companion Daoist, to let out mournful wails, which he angrily suppressed with techniques, silencing the mournful sounds.

He can’t defeat Ning Fan, but surely he can overpower his magical treasure!

Of course, he can vent his anger on the magical treasure!

He is the master of the magical treasure, not its slave!

Even as a slave, he would only serve as He Yuan’s devoted underling!

"Bah, trash." As he disciplined one bone, another sneered at him.

The Immortal Companion Daoist consists of twelve major bones and thirty-six lesser bones, a formidable magical treasure refined from powerful beings’ remains, at the innate top grade level.

The previous mournful sound came from the major bone known as ’Jiang Chengzi’.

The current scornful sound, however, was from the lesser bone known as ’Yu Linling’.

"A mere lesser bone, dare insult me, court death!" The Purple Bone Quasi-Saint was furious, unleashing the Hell Curse, inflicting severe pain upon the Yu Linling bone as a lesson.

Yet, the Yu Linling bone feared no pain, remaining defiantly arrogant, leaving him helpless.

This Yu Linling bone was refined from the skull of Immortal King Sen Luo of the Godly Void Pavilion.

He had his sights set on Sen Luo’s skull, intending to enhance the magical treasure’s power, and forcibly took it, brazenly breaking into the pavilion.

Unexpectedly, this skull was more domineering, more defiant than any, refusing to follow orders, an ultimate rebellious bone!

Though integrated into the Immortal Companion Daoist, it didn’t boost the treasure’s power but instead weakened it, becoming a hindering rat tooth.

At times, the skull even dares to prey upon its master...

Had Sen Luo’s skull not been playing tricks, when he was challenged by ’Xiao Qianyu’, he could have refined Xiao Qianyu into a lesser bone, not allowing a mere Eight Tribulations Celestial Emperor’s escape!

This led the Purple Bone Quasi-Saint to great regret, wishing he never targeted Sen Luo’s skull.

But it was too late.

Separating Sen Luo’s skull from the integrated magical treasure now would devastatingly affect its foundation, costing him even more...

What does it mean to be stuck between a rock and a hard place? This is it.

The Purple Bone Quasi-Saint firmly believed if he captured Xiao Qianyu, he might force the Sen Luo skull to submit, as he clearly saw that the Sen Luo skull retained certain special feelings...

The problem was whenever he activated the Immortal Companion Daoist’s Search Spirit Technique, he could not locate Xiao Qianyu.

Either Xiao Qianyu was hiding in a ghostly undetectable place now.

Or the Immortal Companion Daoist had rebellious bones besides the Sen Luo skull, surreptitiously defying his orders to search for Xiao Qianyu.

The ’Jiang Chengzi’ bone!

The Purple Bone vaguely felt this rebellious action might stem from this bone...

All bones within the Immortal Companion Daoist were named with poetic terms.

The Purple Bone recalled Yu Linling originated from Sen Luo, but didn’t know the origin of Jiang Chengzi...

Like Dou Yun, Purple Bone also forgot many things, only recalling the mysterious appearance of this protective magical treasure when he fled the chaos of emotion control.

At that time, the Immortal Companion Daoist consisted only of the ’Jiang Chengzi’ bone, fervently protecting his escape, devoted without change...

For reasons unknown, he instinctively named it Jiang Chengzi...

Perhaps a whim...

To keep up with Zi Xiao and others, the Purple Bone killed and dug graves everywhere, seeking powerful remains, eventually refining Immortal Companion Daoist to the innate top grade level!

As an artifact refiner, creating such a top-grade innate magical treasure in the Era of Decline demonstrated his superb crafting skills.

Regrettably, he never utilized the treasure’s maximum power, uncertain whether due to insufficient taoism or... the treasure persistently defied him...

"Once I find a more suitable major bone, I must replace you!" That’s his view of the ’Jiang Chengzi’ bone.

Also his greed for He Yuan Quasi-Saint!

More than willing to be He Yuan’s devoted underling, as long as she offered a bone to fuse into his magical treasure!

Then he would have no need for Jiang Chengzi!

"I must recall more intelligence to please He Yuan... yes, yes! In past bone searches, didn’t I glimpse fragments from Sen Luo’s skull?"

"Yes, the one aiding Sen Luo with fireworks, it’s him!"

"Not only this! I’ve searched more remains’ memories! In the Rain Immortal World, there was Lu Bei, and it’s him!"

"Even if Lu Bei is an alias, the Rain Immortal World, must be his starting point to ascend the Four Heavens! He’s indeed a lower realms master! His true form is merely a humble butterfly!"

The Purple Bone Quasi-Saint was both astonished and delighted.

It was astonishing that Ning Fan was not born living high above, but rose from the lowly end of the floating grass.

The bliss was in obtaining intelligence about Ning Fan this time, enabling assistance to the He Yuan Daoist in dealing with Ning Fan!

Gaining the other’s favor while ensuring survival, why not delight in this!

Thus, various intelligence was informed to He Yuan Quasi-Saint, who listened with a skeptical face, hardly believing.

What nonsense?

Lower realm ant, having only cultivated for a short period, reached a realm of invincibility in the world? Are you writing fiction! Even fiction wouldn’t dare be this absurd!

"Ha ha ha ha ha..." However, the judgment of the Nine-tailed Bone Scraping Blade was absolutely objective.

Such an absurd intelligence turned out to be true!

"Found it! All Daoist friends, lend me an arm, I am confident to drain all of this person’s Daoism!" He Yuan Quasi-Saint became overly ecstatic, immediately pushed the power of the [Daji] title to the extreme, firmly gripping a segment of Ning Fan’s red thread of karma, refusing to let go.

And that segment of red thread of karma connected to the past, precisely the incident Ning Fan most regretted in retrospect...

With the Nine-tailed Bone Scraping Blade, she wanted to cut open that wound!

She intended to use this as an entry point, destroy everything of Ning Fan, and drain everything from Ning Fan!

Thus resolutely took action, entered Ning Fan’s past, intending to drain everything from Ning Fan...

Seeing this, Zi Xiao and others saw hope for survival, showing joy, assisting with all their might.

Only Zi Gu Quasi-Saint felt a piercing pain in his heart... Thinking that the woman he was interested in would be with others in such a way, he was... both pained and excited!

Such matters, he had long helped the He Yuan Daoist many times! Not worth mentioning!

The power of the Seven Emotions Bundle within continued to exert its force, making Zi Gu’s thinking angle different from ordinary people.

Immortal Companion Daoist again issued a wail... This time, Zi Gu didn’t care at all, his mind only on the He Yuan Daoist.

Yet the result disappointed Zi Gu greatly.

He Yuan Quasi-Saint couldn’t drain Ning Fan, unable even to touch the young Ning Fan.

That weak Ning Fan had long been protected by the strong Ning Fan, would never let Joyful Union Sacred Skill harm himself a second time...

"Impossible! That’s impossible! This person’s past has no flaws!"

"Save me! Save me! I can’t drain him, I’m about to be drained by him!"

He Yuan Quasi-Saint suddenly screamed, his cultivation and life force began dissipating at an unprecedented speed.

"How is this possible! With He Yuan Daoist’s dual cultivation skill dao practice, plus the augmentation of the Power of Bestowal, he should not be overpowered by the other’s dual cultivation skill!" Zi Xiao and others were all shocked.

They knew Ning Fan was strong, akin to cheating.

Yet no matter how cheating, it wasn’t as if he would casually max out his dual cultivation skill!

Which decent person would waste skill points on a skill dragging them down!

"Did he enter it! Did he enter it!" Only Zi Gu Quasi-Saint’s attention was different from others, persistently questioning He Yuan Quasi-Saint about certain indescribable issues, eagerly anticipating.

"No... He wouldn’t even let me touch his hand, draining me fully across the distance of time and space... This isn’t dual cultivation skill, it’s an evil technique, it’s demon arts..." He Yuan Quasi-Saint met his demise, dying with unclosed eyes.

She had been drained clean by Ning Fan, yet hadn’t even touched Ning Fan’s body, died unhappy.

She would rather die being played around with... That way, she could at least boast about her charm, making even the supreme uncontrollably drawn...

"Daji’s title huh..." Ning Fan seized everything from He Yuan Quasi-Saint, smoothly inherited the power of the Daji title.

This title was useless for most people, but for practitioners of bewitching techniques, it was a treasure, greatly enhancing the effect of dual cultivation techniques, and dramatically increasing the holder’s charisma...

Hence, Ning Fan, who had acquired the power of the title, was already not lacking in appearance, received further enhancement.

While He Yuan Quasi-Saint, who had all the power of the title drained, turned into an ugly, shriveled corpse, revealing her true form.

"Trash!" Seeing this scene, Zi Gu Quasi-Saint directly cursed explosively, returning from a sky-reaching small tree state to a ground-drooping toothpick.

Without half a sorrow for He Yuan Quasi-Saint’s demise.

More vaguely disdained for He Yuan Quasi-Saint’s bone form.

After short hesitation, Zi Gu Quasi-Saint finally determined to recycle the waste bone of He Yuan, refining it into his own magical treasure, to replace [Jiang Chengzi]’s bone.

After all it was Quasi-Saint’s bone, although ugly in form, the quality was undeniable.

[Jiang Chengzi]’s bone was too weak! No longer matched his Quasi-Saint cultivation!

He always waited for a suitable master bone to replace [Jiang Chengzi], now was the perfect opportunity!

Seeing Zi Gu intended to destroy himself, Jiang Chengzi’s bone exposed unprecedented despair and sorrow, yet showed no resistance, seemingly heart-dead...

Sen Luo Skull yet again started a host-devouring move, trying to prevent this.

He would not allow Zi Gu Quasi-Saint to destroy [Jiang Chengzi]’s bone! Only because [Jiang Chengzi]’s bone owed him favor, owed Xiao Qianyu...

Not only Sen Luo Skull, but more master bones, subordinate bones resisted this matter!

Among them were [Man Jianghong]’s bone, [Qing Yu Case]’s bone, and others.

Those remnants didn’t remember past histories, yet remembered [Jiang Chengzi]’s many favors.

When Zi Gu stretched the slaughter blade towards the dust-red throng, always a pair of invisible hands secretly rescued, wishing for the throng to avoid the deadly calamity.

That was [Jiang Chengzi].

Her rescue didn’t always succeed, most times it would fail, yet even so, the array of bones still expressed gratitude for her favor.

Thus the array of bones reacted oppositely only to resist [Jiang Chengzi] from being destroyed.

This made Zi Gu increasingly furious!

Rebel, all rebel!

Emotion control deceives me, Zi Xiao deceives me, the world deceives me, the butterfly deceives me, I can endure all!

The old man solely cannot endure the lower beings deceiving me!

"If you want to protect her, then destroy alongside her! Ha ha ha! This treasure, the old man doesn’t want anymore! Just happened to explode this treasure, initiate one of the old man’s great divine powers cultivated to this day, perhaps it can deal some damage to that butterfly!"

"Divine Shock, Senxiang Prison!"

"Demon Art, Monkey Rage Heavenly Palace!"

"Demon Path, Immortal Buddha Reverse Movement!"

"Bone Dao, Qi Tian!"

Zi Gu Quasi-Saint also possessed a venomous nature, triggered at this moment, seeking a combat to the death.

Most Zi Clan masters had engaged in bloodline modifications only to quickly improve their strength.

Like Dou Yun Quasi-Saint, whose body had once integrated with bloodlines of Xuan Wu, Yunsheng Beast, and such.

Another example is He Yuan Quasi-Saint, who after modification became a hybrid of Nine-tailed Demon Fox and Red-bottomed Ape, awakening the Daji title via this.

Zi Gu himself had also undergone modifications! Within him existed not only ape blood, but also the bloodlines of Elephant Clan! Existing were demon blood, divine blood, and demon blood!

Hence he could barely use the Purple Astral Immortal Cultivator’s [Qi Tian] technique, incorporating this technique into his own bone control positions, forming his own lineage!

In Zi Dou Immortal Domain, everyone could learn Qi Tian technique, non-existent were knowledge barriers, but not everyone could use it!

To use this technique, one first needed to cultivate ancient god, ancient demon, ancient chaos three bloodlines, only the few could succeed.

Zi Gu lacked such profound qualifications, yet found another way, achieved the prerequisites for technique use through bloodline modifications!

Thus cheatingly practicing, his dao practice was insufficient to wield this technique, requiring others’ assistance to accomplish.

Thus while practicing, simultaneously seeking help.

"All fellow Daoists quickly assist me with an arm of strength! And Zi Xiao! I’m speaking about you! Quickly bestow the power of royal authority upon me! If delayed, we would all perish!"

Seeing Zi Gu secretly trained Qi Tian technique, everyone was moved, including Zi Xiao.

"Wretched fellow! How dare speak to the old man like that!"

Zi Gu’s commanding tone, irritated Zi Xiao!

What irritated him more was Zi Gu secretly practicing Qi Tian technique, even concealing the King’s Blood Lock!

"Zi Gu concealed this matter, perhaps intended to use this technique against me, scheming to seize my clan leader position... Well, whether today anyone survives is uncertain, tentatively will assist him with strength. Fearing currently bestowing the power of royal authority upon him, afterward will be hard to retract..."

Zi Xiao squinted, imposing spirit subtly forming, in his heart already sentenced Zi Gu to death.

Facing dead ends, he would cry, facing living paths he would vow to fight, facing traitors he would wield the sword mercilessly, even if only existing betrayal suspicion, so what!

Doubt becomes certainty—this is the way of the Evil Sect in the world!

Better to betray the world than let the world betray me!

So, the Power of Royal Authority was temporarily lent to Purple Bone.

Others also borrowed techniques, adding their powers to Purple Bone’s body as protection.

Go, Purple Bone!

Our lives depend on you now!

Even evil ones have the right to live! And an evil savior too!

Please, become our savior!

"Qi Tian!"

For the first time in his life, Purple Bone was expected by all, which filled him with a grand sense of heroism, strangely, and also a sense of familiarity.

He seemed to have been expected by others before, to have fought with such expectation, yet he couldn’t quite remember...

Then, ignoring the wishes of the Immortal Companion Daoist, he detonated numerous bones.

He also cast out a multitude of purple grasses, using them as conduits to link the destiny of all beings, adding the fate of all bones and all the evil ones unto himself!

His body burgeoned with infinite strength, yet it also bred infinite evil thoughts.

Amongst the myriad of evil thoughts, there was a single good thought that came to protect his divine sense from being pulled into the abyss by the evil thoughts.

"Husband, this is the last time... henceforth in the mountains and seas, we’ll never meet again, hope you take care..."

Whose voice is this!

So familiar, yet so strange...

Purple Bone only felt his head was splitting with pain.

Even with a trace of goodness supporting him, it was still hard to resist the overwhelming invasion of evil thoughts.

His power began to expand rapidly, yet his will was being replaced by evil thoughts.

Countless evil thoughts wanted to erode his will and replace it, among them was one evil thought stronger than any other, sweeping away all other thoughts, and finally seized Purple Bone’s body!

"A bunch of trash think they can contend with me..."

When "Purple Bone" reopened his eyes, an air of dominance distorted the heavens and earth, causing the Purple Xiao and other Quasi-Saints to tremble in fear.

"Not good! This fool Purple Bone! He can’t handle the Heavenly Skill at all! He’s being devoured by it! We trusted him wrongly!"

"His will being swallowed by evil thoughts is undoubted, but whose evil thought is this, why does it even frighten us Quasi-Saints!"

"Who is he!"

"Regardless of who the Senior is, please, Senior, help us destroy the Butterfly, and lead us to escape!"

Purple Xiao and others pleaded.

The newly reborn "Purple Bone" completely ignored the plea, his gaze fixed only on Ning Fan.

"I remember you."

"But I... don’t remember myself..."

"Do you know who I am..."

"For some reason, your Rain Intent makes me nostalgic..."

The one known as "Purple Bone" said thus.

"I don’t know who you are, that’s precisely why you can exist. The existence that belonged to Senluo has long disappeared, you are not him..." Ning Fan replied thus.

"Senluo... this name, too, makes me nostalgic... you say I’m not him, but I feel like I am. Or rather... I hope I’m him. The name Purple Bone isn’t good, too tacky, better to call myself Senluo." The one self-identified as "Senluo" said thus.

Everyone was surprised by these words.

Everyone could see that Purple Bone was backfired by his own Divine Power Treasure.

Yet unexpectedly, the one who overcame all evil thoughts and seized Purple Bone’s body was merely Senluo.

Who is Senluo? Just an Immortal King from the Godly Void Pavilion, regarded as formidable by ordinary folks, but no different than ants in the eyes of Quasi-Saints.

Could the evil thoughts of such a person really overpower everyone’s evil thoughts and so easily seize a Quasi-Saint?

"Senior, please assist us..." Purple Xiao and others saw Senluo unresponsive and wanted to speak again.

"Senluo" felt impatient, just a cold glance swept over them, causing everyone to feel their Demon Soul nearly shatter, their True Spirit on the verge of collapse, vomiting blood in horror.

This person certainly could not be a mere Immortal King like Senluo!

What kind of Immortal King could be so terrifying, causing Quasi-Saints to bleed with a mere look!

This person’s combat strength must match that of an Initial Saint, comparable to Emotion Control!

Considering this, everyone dared not blame Senluo’s disrespect, instead placing all their hope on Senluo.

If only Senluo were willing to help, they might truly defeat Ning Fan...

"I have no interest in helping a bunch of garbage, and besides... I’m not his opponent either..." Senluo took a deep look at Ning Fan, withdrawing his gaze after a while.

He couldn’t see through all of Ning Fan.

Senluo: "Butterfly, you’ve grown stronger... but all this is still not enough to defeat the Five Spirits Chessboard. Even so, are you still set on this path..."

Ning Fan: "If I said I am, how would you respond? Want to have a battle with me?"

Senluo: "I would very much like to have a battle with you, but that’s unconnected to the conflict involving the Five Spirits, it’s merely a thrill of meeting a worthy opponent... but right now, I don’t want to fight... I am looking for someone; do you know her whereabouts? I don’t know why, but I can sense her, yet can’t find her..."

While speaking, Senluo performed the Searching Spirit Technique, easily using it to the level of the Fourth Desolate with his own cultivation.

Understand that as powerful as the South Heaven Ancestral Emperor and the Three Wasteland Elder, they could only cultivate this technique to the Third Desolate level, yet in this era of decline, Senluo can easily perform the Fourth Desolation Technique, demonstrating skill beyond the norm.

"This body is too weak... can only use the Four Desolation Techniques, so... can’t find..." Senluo said with regret.

"You call this weak!" Purple Xiao and others were already numbed.

Ning Fan’s strength was beyond comprehension, and this fake Senluo seemed not far off.

Fight! Fight!

With your power, you must kill the Butterfly! Otherwise, wasn’t Purple Bone’s death in vain!

"If you’re looking for Xiao Qianyu, I can help you, but not now, I need to finish what I’m doing first." Ning Fan replied.

"Thank you very much then." After thanking Ning Fan, Senluo suddenly turned to look at the Zi Clan members.

The implication was clear!

Ning Fan agreed to assist him, so he would also aid Ning Fan by clearing the rubbish ahead!

Senluo surely knew these opponents couldn’t match Ning Fan.

But... there seemed to be other powerful presences here that made even him a bit wary.

This body is indeed too weak...

If only there was a better body to possess...

So, should I possess the corpse of the Ape Saint here...

"May I?" Senluo asked Ning Fan.

"No."

"Then what about other bodies?" Senluo once again used the Searching Spirit Skill, attempting to find where powerful corpses might be buried.

But Ning Fan held his hand, stopping him.

"Times have changed; now you should follow the Purple Star Immortal Law." Ning Fan insisted.

"What if I refuse?" Senluo frowned.

"Then you and I will have no choice but to fight. Fighting you wasn’t part of my plan, but since I’m the Dream Master, I can’t let you act recklessly." Ning Fan said calmly.

"Enough then..." Senluo shook his head.

He didn’t want to fight Ning Fan.

It’s not a question of winning or losing; the more he can’t win, the more unwilling he is to admit defeat, the more he wants to contest victory or defeat.

But... he is Butterfly.

His Rain Intent, makes one yearn... makes one reluctant to draw blades.

Seeing that Ning Fan had no intention to ask for help, Senluo couldn’t be bothered to stay longer.

"If there is danger, just call the name ’Senluo’, and I shall come to assist."

After saying that, he left directly.

Although Ning Fan agreed to help him find Xiao Qianyu, he didn’t mind searching on his own first.

Even if it yields nothing, it’s better than staying in this dull place, facing all the trash here.

He doesn’t like places where trash gathers.

He prefers to stay in a corner alone, quietly watching the rain.

And so it was.

Senluo left.

Zi Bone died in vain.

The people like Zi Xiao, who had seen hope, now saw it dashed, the feeling of disappointment was imaginable.

Yet at this moment, suddenly a crane’s cry echoed between heaven and earth!

"This is... the Yin Yang Crane Shadow!" Zi Xiao was first shocked, then ecstatic.

The Yin Yang Lodging Shadow Array he activated before had been broken by Ning Fan; the array originally had a Yin Yang Crane Shadow protecting it, but because the array was broken, the Crane Shadow eventually dissipated into nothingness.

However now, the cry of a crane resounded in the heaven and earth, could it be that the lost Crane Shadow is actually being reformed!

In this way, perhaps the Yin Yang Lodging Shadow Array could be activated again...

He tried to restart the Yin Yang Lodging Shadow Array but failed.

The Crane Shadow in the array was truly gone, unreturnable.

That which appeared in the Zi Clan at this moment was not the array’s Crane Shadow, but a real crane!

An insane crane!

A crane that was... rushing here recklessly!

"The array... broke... Junior Brother will die... will die..."

"Who! Who broke the array! Who killed my Junior Brother!"

"Hongjun old man! It’s you! It’s all you!"

"You are all Hongjun! All of you should die!"

Ning Fan felt a sudden headache.

The commotion from breaking the array was too significant, it even drew in the old master of the formation...

If not Quanzhi then who!

Thus, the piercing, angry, murderous crane cries echoed across the entire Zi Clan!

Then a crane shadow descended here, as soon as it appeared, the world turned upside down, yet it remained discordant with the world.

This was a Nascent Soul Stage Demon Crane, with its Sixty-Four Reversed Cranes’ Wings broken, its eyes gouged out, half of its divine sense destroyed, riddled with scars.

Even so... its remaining force was still enough to move any observer!

"Damn it! This is not the array’s Crane Shadow reformed, but Quanzhi!"

As the Clan Leader of the Zi Clan, how could Zi Xiao not know that there’s a Demon Crane in the North Heaven that must never be provoked?

Yet he didn’t expect this crane would one day come calling!

And the opponent was too insane, upon arrival, it locked its murderous intent on everyone present, except Ning Fan, everyone was targeted!

Its hostile intent couldn’t be more blatantly obvious!

One butterfly was enough to despair anyone! Now comes a Demon Crane, how can they fight this!

"Senior Brother..." Ning Fan helplessly spoke out.

With a single "Senior Brother," all of the Demon Crane’s anger was soothed, returning it to sanity.

"Ah? Junior Brother? You’re still alive? Then who was the Great Chun Tree that got cut down... was I mistaken?" The Demon Crane muttered in confusion.

"Yes, you were mistaken, I’m not dead. I have something to do now, you go home first, don’t cause trouble here." Ning Fan comforted him.

"As long as you’re not dead, as long as you’re not dead... then Senior Brother will go back... wait a minute, it’s you! Get out here!"

The Crane Shadow suddenly sensed something, released an unparalleled roar of anger, and with its crane claw, tore apart the remnant Stone Soldier Formation of Sikong Realm.

With the formation broken, a messy figure fell out from it, it was a chubby man with deer antlers.

"It’s you! Slave of Hongjun! It’s you who killed Junior Brother! It’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!"

These words directly scared the chubby man into fleeing.

"Impossible! Impossible! This Demon Crane is already in such a state, why is it still alive!"

The figure called Venerable Deer was utterly terrified.

This figure was none other than a... Saint Mountain Sea Shadow!

But even as a Saint’s Shadow, it still feared the Demon Crane and dared not contend with it!

"Old Ancestor, don’t leave! Please take me with you when you go!" Seeing Venerable Deer, whom he summoned, directly flee, Sikong Realm grew anxious.

The single-mindedly fleeing Venerable Deer paid no heed to Sikong Realm’s plea, as he was unable to defend himself, how could he have the time to care about the unrelatable heirs of the Realm Beast Race.

But he can’t escape!

When the Holding Ming Crane Claw came down, Venerable Deer’s outcome was already sealed, being shredded to pieces by the crane claw, then devoured by the Demon Crane!

Venerable Deer attempted to restore the last semblance of dignity through self-destruction, but it only echoed as muffled explosions inside the Demon Crane’s belly, ultimately turning into a burst of foul wind...

"No one, can harm my Junior Brother!"

The Crane Shadow swallowed the Saint’s Shadow, yet had no sense of satisfaction, instead becoming increasingly sorrowful, singing a mournful soul-quelling song with a broken voice, just to comfort the "departed" spirit of Ning Fan.

Ning Fan sighed helplessly, about to speak to calm him, when someone else stepped in to conclude matters for Ning Fan.

"Old friend, if you don’t mind, come have a drink with me. Your Junior Brother is alive and well, and that is enough, past events should be let go..."

The ugly man named Clock Ghost finally appeared and took away Quanzhi who intended to make trouble.

He did not want Ning Fan’s efforts to enlighten Fu Li interrupted by others.

He cared much about Ning Fan’s actions and thus wanted to probe and learn more about the person Ning Fan truly was.

Only then could he truly release the responsibility of carrying the bell, handing it to a successor. After, setting his mind at ease to pass away...

"Who are you?" Quanzhi, however, didn’t recognize Clock Ghost.

"Come with me, and I’ll serve you Osmanthus Wine." Clock Ghost said.

"Osmanthus... Wine..."

Quanzhi still didn’t recall who Clock Ghost was, yet seemed to have some memory of Osmanthus Wine, wanting to go but fearing to.

So, he gazed at Ning Fan with hollow eyes, seeking Ning Fan’s consent, like a child asking for permission from an elder to go out and play...

Of course, Ning Fan wouldn’t mind.

The cause and effect of the Zi Clan, he had already decided with the Fire of All Living Beings, no need for Quanzhi to intervene and slaughter here indiscriminately.

And so, in a chaotic corner of the Zi Clan battlefield, in an inexplicably empty tavern, two people with differing essences appeared.

One was an ugly man who brought his own drinks, never spending money to drink.

The other was an old madman that transformed from crane shape to human shape.

"It’s dangerous here, I want to help Junior Brother..." The old madman muttered while drinking, worrying and expressing.

"He doesn’t need your help now... not making a mess is the greatest help to him." Clock Ghost said bluntly.

At the same time, he spread his spirit sense to observe the Zi Clan’s corpse hiding place.

He knew, the true danger of the Zi Clan did not lie in these apparent Quasi-Saints, but in someone hidden in the shadows.

"The enemy is the Dust King Tribulation Thought, even I, when faced with this thought, cannot protect all beings, and can only choose to wear myself down, ringing the Bell of Samsara again and again, reopening the cycle... but now, the story includes him, there might be a turnaround unknown... after all, the past had no ’Senluo’ revival event, yet this time it does... when this butterfly flapped its wings, the variables of samsara already began to grow, all causes and effects have moved toward the unknown..."

"But if this unknown isn’t under the butterfly’s control, I’ll ring the Bell of Samsara once more, earning another breath for the world, even if my remaining fire is nearly extinguished..."

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