Chapter 1088: The Lifespan Array

Every Gui Daoist is not him.

But every Gui Daoist is him.

As long as one wily thought endures, he cannot die.

Mo Hua shuddered just thinking about it.

He had not forgotten—he and his Senior Uncle had deep, deep karmic ties and grievances.

He could be magnanimous, overlook his Senior Uncle's deliberate difficulties.

But his Senior Uncle, judging by his nature, is petty—should he get the chance, he certainly won't let it go.

"Grandpa, I need your help with two things." There was originally only one. One overseas call added another.

"And do you think securing a spot is that easy? Have some consideration for your master's painstaking efforts—don't reject me so heartlessly, hah." Wan Qinglong suddenly smiled and added.

"Still asleep?" The voice on the other end was Yun Tianlan—he knew Shui Qing's waking habits, always around this time.

"No!" I firmly refused Qian Feng, though I had no good reason—I simply couldn't let him go, not because I didn't trust him, but because I didn't want to deepen the hatred between Zhen Tian and Long Hu Tang.

"Heh, though I have attained the Dao and become a Saint, even a Saint himself would not dare speak to me this way," Huarong smiled.

A real ship? Yang Yi was startled, turned his head toward Grete's pointed direction, and saw a massive dark silhouette emerging slowly from the black sea—a huge ocean vessel.

"Enough with this nonsense. How's the job going?" Biao Ge asked me while driving.

An Niang felt sorrow: Brother, to hold back the rear guard, to protect Anlu, I cannot marry you. But I will not leave you—we must stay together, forever. Everything can wait until you return… Brother, where are you now?

After an unknown length of time, a shred of the God of War's divine awareness told Amai: as a successor, if he awakened now, the God of Light would know immediately—he needed a successor.

Helplessly, my doubts multiplied, and my confusion about this place deepened—I felt stepping out of the elevator was a mistake; at least the elevator still had light.

He was greatly alarmed—Yin Jisuan, the poison master, had been bought by Pu Yuzi! He wasn't here now—presumably he had gone to deal with Pu Yindang. That meant even the mighty Wu Gong of Pu Yindang would fall to him.

Yi Chuan clenched his eyes shut, enduring the nausea and dizziness that could knock anyone unconscious, pulling from his storage ring a bottle of wine brewed by Wang Le—capable of restoring twenty Spirit points at once. He tried to open his mouth, but his body refused—he bit his teeth shut, unable to open them.

But just now, it was he who saved him in his hour of peril—letting him take a look couldn't hurt much, so he ignored his torn shirt.

Yi Chuan shook the flask—it contained liquid. He guessed Zhao Zhongguo meant to drink it, so he uncorked it and took a sip.

"Idiot, can't you read the notes? This is a substance that temporarily imbues weapons with status effects! When I was still Level Seven, I killed a high-grade Green Crystal monster using nothing but a fire-damage infusion!" said an insider who knew his stuff.

The rations were decent—vegetables and meat. Only one bowl of vegetables, unlimited steamed buns. For southerners who preferred rice, eating buns was indeed unfamiliar, but they had to make do.

Sophie had worried Chang Xinxin might find her appearance repulsive, but Chang Xinxin showed no change in expression—she didn't care at all. This eased Sophie's mind.

"Try my fire! The Fire of Rage!" Jing Yan had no time to spare for Ling Aotian—his goal now was to destroy the stars… no, to destroy Jian Ren! In his palm appeared not Qi, but a purple flame.

Xin Yu, Yang Dong, Zu Jie, and others were overjoyed to see Song Zheng. Lu Hong's injuries had nearly fully healed—he was bouncing around, and immediately asked about Song Zheng's duel with Han Kui.

Lu Xiangsheng saw the Turkic prince's condition and understood—no need to press further: "The Ming envoy, enter the city." Da Weier feigned indifference, smiling warmly to greet them.

"So that's it." Lin Tianfan understood, and a surge of anger burned in his chest—Japanese brutes had come to Huaxia soil, wanting to slaughter Huaxia citizens. How infuriating.

Fifteen minutes later, Jing Yan knocked on Wu Sixia's door. Seconds later, it opened—a familiar face appeared before him.

But the hospital's reply was: the patient had already been transferred to the funeral parlor, and the family had vanished.

"All troops, listen! Aim cannons at the Qing camp at West Gate! Load!" Wang Tingchen saw the attack signal flare above the wall: "Fire! Musketeer Battalion, Artillery Battalion, Cavalry—advance!" The Heavenly Army launched a surprise attack on the Qing. Dorgon, Aji Ge, Ebilong, and Suoni each guarded one gate—one gate breached, three battalions rushed to reinforce.

"Have a child for me!" Bai Wuchang's sudden words left Cang Lei stunned—he found this utterly unbelievable! What was this girl thinking?

"Huh?" Song Zheng paused—he truly hadn't expected these brothers' feud ran so deep. He glanced at Mu Yi, who opened his mouth but closed it again.

Jing Wei had genuinely come to guard the grave in sincere mourning. Hearing Guanyin Bodhisattva and Yang Jian speak in unison, she no longer insisted—she stepped two paces closer to the Bodhisattva, signaling her acceptance.

But due to the river's violent current and the strange aura within the water, they were ultimately forced to abandon entering to investigate—apparently, to uncover what was happening here, they first needed to find Yun Lan.