Chapter 820

Kongwang

Fresh blood dripped silently along the blood-stained robes. Tu Tian held the stone bead in his hand, stumbling forward along the path.

He and Fudi were both Fifth-Tier powerhouses to begin with, and their strengths were on par with each other. That slaughter almost overdrawn all of Tu Tian's energy. If it weren't relying on the anger and resentment in his heart, it would have been absolutely impossible for him to fight his way out of the Dark Palace and even pocket the stone bead.

But even so, Tu Tian had already reached his limit.

His gaze swept around, found a relatively secluded place to sit down, and began to rest and recuperate.

With the [Privilege] in hand, he no longer needed to fight with others for anything. He just needed to wait for the final stage to arrive and directly summon the Heaven-Reaching Star Position...

Time passed minute by minute and second by second. Just as Tu Tian felt he had recovered a bit, his ears twitched slightly.

A faint sound of footsteps was approaching here.

"... Mm?"

Boom—!!

A roar instantly erupted from the floor where Tu Tian was hiding. Crushed stones burst apart accompanied by billowing smoke and dust. That figure covered entirely in blood flew backwards, holding the stone bead in his left hand and carrying the flag in his right!

"Tu Tian is here!"

"The privilege is indeed in his hands!!"

"His Aura is very weak, he is already an arrow at the end of its flight! Attack!!"

"..."

The shouts of the two figures resounded through the clouds. Under their joint sneak attack, Tu Tian could only quickly retreat while barely resisting, his eyes full of disbelief!

How could it be like this?

He clearly didn't alarm anyone and quietly found a remote place to hide. He had just rested for not long, and he was discovered by someone? Moreover, it seemed they already knew his position long ago!

As these two shouted, numerous figures in the surrounding blocks all turned their heads to look here. Hearing the words "privilege" and "arrow at the end of its flight", a faint light rippled in their eyes.

A chill enveloped Tu Tian's body. He knew the situation was bad and immediately spoke to explain:

"It's useless for you to attack now. The privilege is already bound to me, even if you snatch it away you can't use it!"

"Heh heh, whether it's useful or not, we'll know once we snatch it over."

The crowd fundamentally didn't believe the so-called "binding". Only Tu Tian Barely Clinging to Life and the stone bead in his hand remained in their eyes. They began to crazily attack Tu Tian, forcing him to retreat steadily.

In normal times, these two were absolutely not Tu Tian's match, but now he was heavily injured and could only continuously avoid battle and escape... Although if he risked it all again, he could also slaughter them. But one must know there were still many people secretly peeping around now, waiting for an opportunity. If it weren't for the rule that "the number of people traveling together cannot exceed three", I'm afraid he would have already been besieged to death.

"Damn it... Who is scheming against me in the dark?!"

Tu Tian knew there must be someone fueling the flames behind all this. After thinking slightly, the appearances of Pu Xiachan and Li Shengmen surfaced in his mind, and he was so angry he almost crushed his teeth!

Several figures chased after one another, sweeping across the horizon... Not far away, a young man wearing a Tang suit taking a leisurely stroll also raised his head in surprise and looked over.

"How lively..."

Sun Bumian held his hands behind his back, like an old uncle in the park seeing young people grouping up to camp, revealing an amiable and aloof smile. "Lively, lively is good... The fewer people left, the higher my final ranking will be, and the more government subsidies I will get... Having been poor for so many years, I finally have a chance to get rich."

Sun Bumian calculated. Right now, there should only be around fifty people left on the field. As long as he persisted a bit more and made it into the top twenty, then each person could have a bonus of one million.

If he went a step further into the top fifteen, that would be five million per person!

As for the Heaven-Reaching Star Position... Sun Bumian wasn't interested. From the very beginning, he didn't come for that thing.

Sun Bumian's fingertips behind his back casually pinched and played with the Prayer Beads. Just as he intended to stay away from this place of right and wrong with the melee, a chill suddenly swept over from afar!

His footsteps suddenly paused.

The hem of the Tang suit was blown up by the cold wind. Under the night sky in the distance, it was as if some invisible thing was approaching. Sun Bumian's originally leisurely expression suddenly froze, and then gradually became serious!

He slowly pulled down the Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes stared at the nothingness before him, deep as an abyss...

"This Aura..."

He muttered to himself, his tone somewhat in disbelief.

The melee in the distance was still continuing. The roaring sounds were like lively firecrackers during the New Year, resounding continuously... Yet on this Unregarded street, it was as dead silent as a tomb.

Figures of souls wearing pale chains had walked onto the street at an unknown time, just like a parade of a hundred ghosts on the night of the Ghost Festival. The naked eye fundamentally couldn't see their existence, but Sun Bumian seemed to have sensed something. The muscles in his entire body had already tensed up, as if facing a great enemy!

At the end of the street, a phantom-like figure in white was quietly walking over.

That person's eyes were closed, like a blind man. A smear of cinnabar on his glabella was bright and dazzling, making it hard for people to avert their gaze after taking one look. He walked peacefully under the night sky, with countless souls surrounding him, like the king of the void souls.

"No wonder there has always been an annoying smell of secular fireworks... So it's you." That person spoke calmly.

Sun Bumian stared at that white figure, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter:

"[Kongwang]?"

"You've gone through the Reincarnation Cycle so many times, yet you can still remember my name... It seems I left a very deep impression on you." The figure called Kongwang paused for a moment. "However, you are much weaker now than back then."

"Why are you appearing here? That door to the Ancient Vault of the Path of Ghosts should have been closed for a thousand years."

"A closed door will always have a time when it opens... I am merely complying with the will of heaven."

Kongwang slowly stepped forward. Those closed eyes slowly opened a slit in the darkness.

At the same time,

A whimpering cold wind brushed past Sun Bumian's cheeks. The originally invisible souls actually gradually outlined their figures in the void. Looking around, there were a full several dozens of people!

They wore chains on their bodies, silently passing by Sun Bumian's side, brushing up the tips of his hair and the corners of his clothes. Yet he stood on the spot like a sculpture, motionless.

"What do you intend to do by appearing here?" Sun Bumian spoke in a deep voice.

Kongwang slowly walked towards him. The figures of the two got closer and closer. Just as he was also about to pass by Sun Bumian, he stopped his footsteps beside his shoulder...

"What I intend to do has nothing to do with you. You'd best not meddle in other people's business."

Kongwang's lowered eyelids stared at the side of Sun Bumian's face, his voice like coming from the netherworld:

"The current you is no longer like back then. After so many Reincarnation Cycles, the Auspicious Omen on you has long since weakened and declined... This time, you cannot stop me."