Chapter 260

The one surnamed Li arrived faster than expected, which made Zhao Yi feel some regret. He had specifically saved the story of the one surnamed Li for last, intending to arrange it properly, but now there was no chance.

He stood up and scanned the area, not seeing Xu Ming or Sun Yan.

Zhao Yi's gaze tightened slightly; his first reaction was, could they have been played to death by the one surnamed Li?

He had previously issued an order within the team that when he was not present, everyone had to listen to the instructions of the one surnamed Li; even when he was present, as long as he did not raise an objection, everyone still defaulted to following the command of the one surnamed Li.

Logically speaking, the one surnamed Li shouldn't be so lacking in class.

Shifting his gaze toward the Liang sisters and seeing their expressions were normal, Zhao Yi breathed a sigh of relief; there shouldn't be any major issues.

Li Zhuiyuan took the initiative to say: "Xu Ming was injured, but he can recover."

Zhao Yi waved his hand: "No need for formalities. As long as you feel they are useful, that's enough. What kind of relationship do we have? There's no need to specifically mention this; it feels too distant."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I arranged for Sun Yan to stay above to control the animals and set up surveillance in the nearby area as support."

Zhao Yi: "As it should be."

Sun Yan's positioning was that of a standard team support; her value in participating in frontline combat was not high to begin with. Moreover, now that the two teams had merged, manpower was overflowing.

Most importantly, based on past experience, leaving one person in good physical health outside to be responsible for support was actually very important.

Chen Jing's gaze looked in turn at the people behind Li Zhuiyuan. The depths of the youth's eyes still flickered with violence, but at the same time, they flowed with a hint of gentleness and sympathy.

This state made Li Zhuiyuan very satisfied. He had originally thought Chen Jing would need to be bound and controlled, but Zhao Yi's work had indeed been done quite beautifully.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Runsheng."

"Yes."

Runsheng untied the head of Shen Huaiyang from his waist. Although the skull had been pried open and the inside had been corroded clean, fortunately, the face had not been ruined, and it could still be called "lifelike."

Chen Jing reached out to take the head, holding it and placing it in front of himself.

Everything had happened too quickly and too urgently. Just a few days ago, he had only chosen to leave alone because of a conflict in philosophy with his master here. He never expected that in just a few days, his former master, who was also his biological father, would become the greatest enemy of his life.

What he expected even less was that this vengeance could be exacted so rapidly.

It left him, the person involved, unable to adjust and arrange his follow-up state of mind in time.

He wanted to feel sentimental, but found he had no qualification to do so; he wanted to reminisce, but these memories constructed from falsehoods made the youth feel nauseated.

Zhao Yi: "Regardless of anything else, your maternal grandparents were sincere toward you, and that is enough. Even if some moisture was mixed into your past life, at least you can guarantee that on the path ahead, every step you take can be solid."

Chen Jing nodded: "Thank you, Brother Yi."

Zhao Yi smiled and reached out to pat the youth's head; the two of them looked like a pair whose relationship was progressing rapidly.

Lin Shu, who was pushing Tan Wenbin's wheelchair, felt it was somewhat unworthy for his Brother Bin, and muttered in a low voice:

"Damn it, that three-eyed guy took advantage of the situation!"

Ordinary companionship often cannot compare to a sudden entry after hysteria.

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Zhao Yi. He could see that Zhao Yi was unusual toward this child. Logically speaking, Zhao Yi's work was already finished, and there was no need to still be "affectionate" at this time, but since he was still maintaining it, it meant he still had one goal that had not been completed.

Could it be that Zhao Yi wanted to pull this youth into his river-walking team?

Was it the demon clan bloodline the youth had already revealed that made Zhao Yi interested and feel he had future prospects?

Chen Jing held the head, walked to the water's edge, and squatted down. He used the head to scoop up a ladle of water, and then prepared to lean his head over to drink.

This was to use his own father's head as a drinking vessel.

Perhaps this was the most direct and resolute way of revenge and severance that the youth could think of.

Runsheng reached out and grabbed the head, stopping Chen Jing's action.

Chen Jing looked at Runsheng in confusion.

Runsheng: "You can't drink it, it's poisonous."

Tan Wenbin explained: "There is residual curse inside; drinking it is bad for your body."

Zhao Yi: "You keep it for now. After we go back, I will help you with preservation and polishing, making it a true work of art. At that time, you can place it in the living room or by the bedside; you can even put it in the toilet to use as a wastepaper basket."

Chen Jing: "In the toilet, why would I need a wastepaper basket?"

Zhao Yi: "You'll understand once you use a flush toilet in the future."

Li Zhuiyuan was now certain that Zhao Yi was trying to trick this youth into his own team.

Chen Jing imitated Runsheng's previous appearance and tied the head to his own waist.

Li Zhuiyuan checked the restrictions inside the water curtain. The restrictions were not difficult to break because they were already broken themselves, which meant that if there was no special person to lead, after he and the others went in, they would still have to suffer threats from the internal restrictions from time to time.

Zhao Yi: "I checked it before. In the past, this place, or even this entire area, should have been a complete restriction. Now that it has become broken, it is actually even harder to deal with."

"I can take you in." Chen Jing looked around, "But there is a very terrifying existence inside, about to awaken from slumber. Master... Shen Huaiyang was always being guided by him."

Lin Shu: "Terrifying to what degree?"

Chen Jing: "A Long Wang."

In an instant, everyone's gaze immediately focused on Chen Jing, including Zhao Yi's.

He had just been busy with psychological counseling and hadn't had time to ask about serious matters yet.

Zhao Yi: "A Long Wang? You mean, the mastermind behind all of this is a Long Wang?"

Chen Jing: "That is what Shen Huaiyang told me. He said that the one he had always been worshipping was Lord Long Wang."

Zhao Yi and Li Zhuiyuan exchanged glances; it was very clear that they both saw suspicion in each other's eyes.

Li Zhuiyuan had come into contact with quite a few Long Wang ruins—the Qin family's, the Liu family's, and even the Zhao family's.

At least up until now, not a single Long Wang had made him feel disappointed; they had all displayed a broad-minded spirit and character.

If what Chen Jing said was true, then this would be the first Long Wang Li Zhuiyuan had encountered that had gone bad.

Zhao Yi: "Shen Huaiyang himself is a muddle-headed fool, played around by others. Just because he says it's a Long Wang, does that mean it really is a Long Wang?"

Everyone nodded one after another. Even without considering it from the perspective of Long Wang sentiment, everyone did not hope that the opponent they were about to face would have such a terrifying origin.

Li Zhuiyuan: "What exactly is the thing playing tricks? We'll know once we go in and take a look. Chen Jing... lead the way."

"Alright."

Chen Jing walked into the water.

As soon as he went down, Li Zhuiyuan noticed that the internal restrictions were actively avoiding him.

Zhao Yi waved his hand: "Everyone, stay close, don't scatter too far."

The environment inside was like a karst cave, with water curtains one after another. Walking through them all the way, they didn't know how many times their entire bodies had been drenched.

Chen Jing stopped his steps and said: "We have to swim across ahead."

After speaking, he took the initiative to lunge forward and began to swim.

The others also followed along. The bottom was actually not bottomless; it was just gathering a mass of eerie darkness.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed downward. Runsheng at his side understood, inserted the Yellow River Shovel downward, and stirred it.

The darkness dispersed, revealing the scene at the very bottom.

It was like an underwater prison. About thirty-some white skeletons were locked and trapped within it; some had their feet locked, while others had their hands shackled.

Li Zhuiyuan had seen larger-scale corpse pits in the past, but this time it was different. The clothes on the vast majority of the white skeletons were still intact even after being soaked in water for so long, proving they were not ordinary items; furthermore, most of the white skeletons still maintained a crystal-clear texture, meaning the deceased were definitely not ordinary people when they were alive.

Zhao Yi made a throat-slitting gesture to Li Zhuiyuan, meaning that this group of people should have "committed suicide."

Li Zhuiyuan agreed with this view because there were no signs of struggle or fighting below, and there were two white skeletons wearing Buddhist kasayas and eight wearing Daoist robes, maintaining a meditative posture, very much like they had voluntarily entered Nirvana and sat to die.

Not everyone could calmly face death, so it could be reasonably suspected that this group of people might have been those who broke the restrictions to come in and eliminate demons back then, but their own memories had problems, and fearing they would lose control and cause harm to the world after leaving this place, they chose to commit suicide here.

Back then, under the General's Tomb in Zhangjiajie, a similar scene had occurred. When the Qin family Long Wang came to seal the general, the ancestors of the four families of Old Tianmen voluntarily came to assist.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Lin Shu and pointed downward again.

Perhaps because he was accustomed to the telepathic connection when the red thread was linked, it was hard to go from luxury back to frugality; Lin Shu actually failed to grasp the meaning of Brother Xiaoyuan's gesture at the first moment.

Fortunately, his eyes bulged, and the boy's voice came through:

"This is telling you to try going down and see if you can touch some things and bring them up!"

That was indeed what Li Zhuiyuan meant. There was no help for it; walking the river empty-handed meant one's family fortune had to be picked up on the river by oneself.

Zhao Yi, who was beside him, saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

A person carrying two Long Wang gates on his shoulders actually still had to take the initiative to loot corpses; if this got out, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

But this also served as a reminder to Zhao Yi. The one surnamed Li had already reached this point; next time, he must absolutely not make jokes like the Zhao family treasury. He must absolutely not give him a reason.

Stealing one or two items would be one thing, but looking at this posture of being terrified of poverty, Zhao Yi was truly worried that as long as he gave the one surnamed Li a chance, he would move the entire treasury away.

Lin Shu went down. He had already seen quite a few weapons and magical artifacts at the bottom, all of which looked quite valuable. If they could be salvaged, everyone could split them; if that didn't work, they could also be remelted.

The clothes on the white skeletons also had to be felt; perhaps there were some good things hidden inside them too.

However, after his figure had just descended to a certain degree, Lin Shu's vertical pupils suddenly opened.

Below, all the white skeletons produced a tremor.

The situation changed too urgently. The boy directly took over the body, and Bai He Guarding Zhenjun quickly swam upward.

The trembling white skeletons all returned to calm, not causing any changes in the next stage.

Li Zhuiyuan pointed forward, signaling not to take them and to continue swimming forward.

Li Zhuiyuan felt no guilt in his heart for taking these things; anyway, he was taking them to better eliminate demons. But since the others didn't agree, he had no other choice.

If they were still maintaining a state of feigned death or residual consciousness, it was estimated that through communication, their things could be taken, but it just so happened they didn't have that.

While they were piled together and died very cleanly, because of the special environmental conditions here, a special miasma had formed between their corpses.

Exceeding a certain degree of stimulation might cause them to collectively turn into the dead-risen. They were all people of the Xuan Sect when alive; if they turned into the dead-risen, that would truly be a big trouble.

"Swish..."

Leaving the water surface and arriving on the shore.

Underfoot was a marble-like ground, and ahead were dense holes like a beehive. The Feng Shui atmosphere here was completely chaotic, and even the Qi mechanism would be torn and stirred apart.

If it weren't for Chen Jing being able to lead the way, after arriving here, even if Li Zhuiyuan wanted to find a path himself, it would take a great deal of effort.

After Yin Meng went ashore, she waved the exorcism whip, entangled Tan Wenbin who was floating on the water surface, and hoisted him up.

Tan Wenbin actually quite liked the underwater environment because he only needed to lie there, and his two god-sons would come out to push him to swim.

Lin Shu was the last to go ashore. He glanced behind him with some helplessness, then took out a sealing talisman to stick on Brother Bin, and carried Brother Bin on his back.

Zhao Yi walked to the Liang sisters and spread his hands: "Give me some medicinal liquid."

Liang Yan: "What medicinal liquid?"

Zhao Yi: "The one I gave you."

Liang Li: "Can you take back what you've already given?"

Zhao Yi: "I'll just replenish it later."

Liang Yan: "Are you sure you can replenish it?"

Liang Li: "You said it yourself, Old Man Tian is pounding the mortar at home until sparks are almost flying."

Old Man Tian, who had just been paralyzed and sent back, was very sorrowful and depressed, thinking he could no longer help the Young Master. Not long after, he discovered he had thought too much. After Zhao Yi started his frantic, high-frequency river-walking, Old Man Tian was simply more tired than when he accompanied the Young Master on the river-walk back then by an unknown number of times!

Zhao Yi: "I gave you two bottles. It's joint marital property, and I can take half, so give one bottle to me."

Liang Yan took out a small jade bottle and handed it to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi took it, walked to Chen Jing, handed it to him, and signaled for him to drink it.

"Brother Yi, I'm not tired..."

"No, you are tired."

Having awakened his bloodline for the first time and run at high speed for so long, Chen Jing was now in a state of impending collapse.

Chen Jing had no choice but to drink the medicinal liquid in the jade bottle. He immediately felt a warm current appear in his lower abdomen, which then flowed through his entire body, and his sense of fatigue was greatly reduced.

Lin Shu smacked his lips.

Tan Wenbin on his back found it somewhat funny: "What are you dissatisfied with?"

Lin Shu: "Team assets have been lost."

Tan Wenbin: "Heh heh."

The Zhao family's medicine was recognized by everyone here; after all, they had all been beneficiaries, and had benefited more than once.

Tan Wenbin whispered something into Lin Shu's ear.

Lin Shu's eyes lit up. He walked forward and said to the Liang sisters: "He can only take half a bottle of joint marital property; taking one bottle proves that you are both his wives, so he has agreed to marry into your family."

Liang Yan: "That makes sense."

Liang Li: "Boss, after this wave is over, I will have the elders at home go to Jiujiang Zhao to send you a betrothal gift."

Zhao Yi: "I say, if the guide faints from exhaustion, we'll be screwed! Besides, Lili, stop saying such inauspicious things. You must know we are walking the river, and the karma is heavy. Look, your sister knows how to be measured."

Liang Yan: "Sowing discord."

Liang Li: "As if we're stupid."

Li Zhuiyuan quite envied Zhao Yi's drug supply, or to be precise, his complete logistical supply.

If he were opening a river-walk normally, Grandma Liu would definitely have prepared these things for him in advance, equivalent to splitting the family early and lighting the lamp.

Just like this medicine garden, Grandma Liu would likely have had Uncle Qin go to reclaim it years in advance, then had Auntie Liu transplant heavenly treasures into the two old residences, and after they were mature, signed a ten-year contract for him.

Zhao Yi wanted to counterattack Lin Shu—this kid had rebelled, actually daring to put eye drops on him in public—but glancing at Brother Xiaoyuan's gaze, he immediately said:

"The Yu family, the Yu family, there must be plenty of good things there. By then, we definitely won't be lacking anything."

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Chen Jing: "Continue leading the way, we have rested enough."

"Alright, please follow me."

As they continued to advance, Zhao Yi took the initiative to walk to Li Zhuiyuan's side and whispered: "There is a hidden danger point that I must communicate with you in advance."

"Afraid of having your memory modified?"

"Correct. I am worried that there might be a situation where one's memory is modified without the person knowing. There is such an extreme possibility.

For example, modifying a segment of memory in your family's Lin Shu's mind, turning you into his enemy, and he would raise his double maces and strike at your head."

Lin Shu: "Hey..."

In an instant, Lin Shu's eyes bulged, and at the same time, a chill came from his back. The boy and Tan Wenbin reminded him at the same time that even if he knew that three-eyed guy was being sarcastic, he couldn't interrupt.

Li Zhuiyuan: "My people will not have such things happen."

Zhao Yi asked in confusion: "Did you create something new again?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes."

Zhao Yi: "What kind of thing can have this effect?"

At this time, Liang Yan and Liang Li, who were walking in front, turned their heads at the same time: "Their team seems to be able to..."

Zhao Yi: "Shut up!"

Was this Young Master asking about this thing? He was asking if this defense mechanism could also include the three of them.

Li Zhuiyuan: "No."

The red thread could only link those who absolutely trusted and would unconditionally obey his will, so let alone the Liang sisters, even Zhao Yi could not be linked.

If the linking succeeded, it would mean Zhao Yi had completely submitted to him, his spirit would be directly scattered, and he could go back to light the lamp a second time and admit defeat.

Zhao Yi: "Then what should we do?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "My people will not have problems. If an extreme-of-the-extreme situation really occurs, the first one to have their memory modified and be fooled and manipulated can only be me. You can pay more attention to whether I have any sudden changes."

Once the situation changed, Li Zhuiyuan could release the red thread, connect with all his partners, and then actively pull the means targeting them over to act upon himself.

Therefore, if the team were to have a problem, the first one would be Li Zhuiyuan.

However, there was one thing Li Zhuiyuan didn't tell Zhao Yi, and that was that he himself didn't know whether his own memory could be modified.

After all, there was still a main body living inside his body.

Between the two of them, their internal thinking and spiritual worlds were independent, but the main body could perceive what this body experienced; otherwise, he wouldn't criticize and point fingers at his behavior every time he went to throw out the trash.

This was equivalent to... he had also backed up an extra set of memories.

Between an ordinary inner demon and the main body, whenever such a thing was encountered, there was almost no doubt—they would directly tear off their masks and fight for dominance.

But the main body had recently been studying the "River-Walking Code of Conduct," and before deducing a method to occupy dominance without suffering further suppression from the Heavenly Dao, the main body had no time to make trouble.

Zhao Yi: "Damn, does this mean the tragedy can only happen to me?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Let's look out for each other."

Zhao Yi: "You must show mercy to me and try your best to rescue me."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I will."

After walking for another stretch of road, the path ahead clearly began to shrink and narrow, beginning to close in from its original semi-open state.

Chen Jing: "It's right ahead, we're almost there."

Yin Meng: "Although we swam a short stretch, it really is quite close."

Compared to the previous few times going to secret realms, this time the distance was indeed short.

Suddenly, Chen Jing stopped his steps and looked at the rock wall to the side: "What is this?"

Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi behind him also looked over, but didn't see anything. Then the two immediately stepped forward to be level with Chen Jing, and when they looked at the rock wall again, murals had appeared on it.

"When I came last time, there was no white, hazy stuff here."

Zhao Yi: "That's because when you came here last time, you were just an ordinary little Daoist boy who had just entered the gate. It should have always been here; it's just that the past you couldn't perceive it."

Although it was somewhat straining to the eyes, what Zhao Yi saw were clear murals, not some white, hazy stuff, which showed that even the current Chen Jing could not see it completely clearly.

The others also followed over and looked at the rock wall together.

Runsheng glanced at it, discovered it was pitch black, then shifted his gaze away, not struggling at all, took out compressed biscuits from his backpack, and began to replenish his strength in time.

Yin Meng: "Why is it so foggy? Does it get foggy here?"

Lin Shu opened his vertical pupils and asked in confusion: "A landscape painting?"

Yin Meng silently lowered her head and opened her hands, and Runsheng delivered a piece of compressed biscuit to her palm.

Runsheng: You shouldn't have opened your mouth.

Yin Meng: You're right.

This loose-lipped question directly sent her to the table with the children.

What Tan Wenbin saw was also a landscape painting, but the composition was not large, and the mountain outlines were not inside, so he couldn't distinguish whether the painting was of Mount Qingcheng.

Lin Shu: "It's moving, the weather is turning from cloudy to sunny, and it's starting to rain again."

Tan Wenbin: "For me, it's the changes from morning to noon to evening."

Liang Yan: "The cycle from morning to night, it's quite evocative."

Liang Li: "Unpredictable."

The sisters exchanged glances, each reached out a hand to hold the other's, closed their eyes, and then opened them at the same time.

Immediately, the sisters said in unison:

"There are people in the painting!"

Runsheng swallowed the compressed biscuit in his mouth, and when he took the second piece, he whispered to Yin Meng beside him:

"There is fog."

Yin Meng glared at him, used her hand to pinch the flesh on Runsheng's waist, and after pinching it, twisted it with the momentum.

"Hiss... you dead man!"

Just as she exerted force with her fingertips, a needle-like pain came.

This was a sequela after Runsheng's last recovery. As long as his skin bore external pressure, it would release baleful Qi.

This meant that even if Runsheng stood still and let people hit him now, the opponent would gradually have baleful Qi enter their body as they hit him, and their vitality would be destroyed.

Liang Yan: "Where are there dead people?"

Liang Li: "We only saw living people, where are the dead people?"

The two women cast their gazes toward Yin Meng; in their view, Yin Meng should have seen a higher level than them.

Yin Meng unscrewed her water bottle and began to drink water.

The two children on Tan Wenbin's shoulders were already trying hard to stare and look, but they only saw the changes in the time of day.

However, with the Liang sisters' demonstration, Tan Wenbin suggested that the two children hold hands.

Once their small hands were held, when Tan Wenbin looked at the mural again, not only were there changes in the time of day and shifts in weather, but he even saw a figure walking on a mountain path; under the figure's feet... it seemed there was also a four-legged thing, with a tail wagging and wagging.

Lin Shu turned his head to look at Brother Bin and discovered Brother Bin was watching with rapt attention, so he complained in his heart:

"Dead eyes, look quickly!"

He didn't believe that he, as Bai He Guarding Zhenjun, would be inferior to Brother Bin's two god-sons with his vertical pupils.

Master Master Tongzi: "This is a Divine Thought Map."

Lin Shu: "You can't see it?"

Master Master Tongzi: "I can see it, but there's no need to look; even if you look, you can't get in."

Lin Shu: "Get in?"

"Yes, this is not just a mural."

"Everyone is looking..."

"I might be able to get in, but I am one with you now, and I can't take you in. Save your strength, go protect the Dharma."

"Protect the Dharma?"

At this time, Lin Shu saw Brother Xiaoyuan looking toward him.

Without waiting for Brother Xiaoyuan to signal, Ah You immediately ran over and stood by Brother Xiaoyuan's side.

Li Zhuiyuan once again cast his gaze on the mural ahead.

And Zhao Yi beside him had long been standing there, eyes open, motionless.

This Divine Thought Map could not be glimpsed in its true form unless one's spirit reached a certain level.

Li Zhuiyuan's consciousness submerged into it, and very quickly, he felt the cold wind and continuous overcast rain in the mountains. Looking around, he had already appeared in the painting.

Ahead was Zhao Yi, who had entered long ago.

Zhao Yi: "Why did you enter so slowly? Do you know how long I waited for you?"

Actually, Li Zhuiyuan had entered first, and then he went out to arrange for Lin Shu to protect the Dharma.

"Since you've entered, what are you waiting for me here for?"

"I definitely have to wait for you. This Divine Thought Map is somewhat terrifyingly solid; if an accident happens inside here, the brain in reality will also be damaged."

"Oh, so you're afraid."

"Afraid that you might have an accident alone, so I stayed behind to look after you." Zhao Yi was still explaining when he turned around and saw two black dots, one big and one small, on the mountain path below, walking toward here. "One is a person, and the other is a dog?"

From so far away, it was impossible to see clearly what the small dots were, so Li Zhuiyuan asked directly:

"Have you seen whose demon clan bloodline Chen Jing has?"

Zhao Yi: "Either a wolf or a dog; in any case, the nose is very sharp."

The wind in the mountains blew very fiercely, and the people in the mountains also walked very quickly.

After the distance closed, the two black dots, one big and one small, gradually turned into a man wearing a black robe and a wolfhound following by his side.

Zhao Yi: "Guess, who could he be?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Let's just bet on it directly: whether his surname is Yu."

One man and one dog arrived in front of them.

The black-robed man's face was covered by a hood, so his true appearance couldn't be seen, but his hands and the half-forearm exposed were covered in terrifying scars.

Every scar seemed to be a living thing, emitting a pressure that made one's scalp tingle, and it also seemed to be invisibly telling some soul-stirring story.

From one leaf, one knows autumn; like these scars, there must be many, many more on the other person's body.

This was absolutely a weight that ordinary people could hardly imagine, but he had shouldered it all by himself.

The feeling the black-robed man gave people was like a mountain; he was not tall, but he was very majestic.

Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi subconsciously retreated to the sides, giving way for the other person to continue up the mountain.

Previously, the two were still discussing the other's identity; now, one identity of the other was already certain.

Only by witnessing it with one's own eyes in the true sense, even if only indirectly through the residual divine thoughts from back then, could one realize that a legend and brand of an era was not an exaggerated rhetorical device.

It was truly that when he stood in front of you, you knew who he was, without even needing to announce his family name or identity, because an existence like him could already support a gate by himself.

Li Zhuiyuan had previously asked Tan Wenbin to help him issue a Long Wang Order on behalf of the Bai family, but that kind of Long Wang Order referred to the Long Wang's gate, not the Long Wang himself.

The youth finally understood what the true "Long Wang Order" meant and why, throughout the ages, successive Dragon Kings could easily summon the local Xuan Sect people to gather around them, to suppress evil spirits and eliminate disasters together with them.

This sense of oppression, this texture, this resonance—he only needed to stand in front and wave his hand, and the responders would immediately gather.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath. His expression was somewhat excited. He knew the black-robed man was not his own ancestor, but today, he truly felt a touch of Zhao Wuyang's style from back then through this method.

One must know, this was still the result of the other person desperately suppressing his aura. If the Long Wang were to let go of all restraints and vent himself completely, how terrifying would that be?

A yellow mongrel dog followed by the black-robed man's side. A small red rope was hung around the mongrel's neck, and a silver dollar was tied to the end of the red rope.

This mongrel looked ordinary; in terms of appearance, it couldn't compare to Li Zhuiyuan's Xiao Hei at all, but how could one who could follow by this person's side be an ordinary dog? It was just as low-key as its master, not revealing its true form.

At this time, the black-robed man, who had already walked past the two, suddenly stopped his steps.

Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi's eyelids immediately lifted. Could it be... that he had detected the two of them?

No matter how mysterious the Divine Thought Map was, it was ultimately just a painting completed in the past, but now the person in the painting had actually produced some kind of wonderful resonance with the viewer.

The black-robed man turned around and pushed his hood back, revealing his face full of wind and frost.

He was not too old, but the wrinkles on his face were like knife carvings, and those spots were even more like terrifying curses, making him look much, much older than his actual age, almost entering the state of being at the end of his rope.

His eyes were very turbid, but that did not hinder his consciousness from penetrating out from here, clearly aimed at the two people in front of him.

The mongrel wagged its tail and also turned around, curiously and blankly sizing up the surroundings.

The black-robed man asked: "My lifespan is about to end, should I continue to live on?"

Every word was like a hammer, knocking into Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi's brains, shaking their consciousness.

Zhao Yi's lips trembled as he opened them and answered: "Well... it seems... we shouldn't... right?"

His ancestor, Zhao Wuyang, was confirmed to have died at the age of a normal person.

Jiujiang Zhao had not produced another Long Wang afterward. Even with the best management methods, they couldn't compare to having a Long Wang sitting in town. Therefore, descendants, even those family elders, had sighed more than once that it would be good if the ancestor could live for a while longer.

For that kind of existence, there were truly too many ways to continue existing in the world.

Zhao Yi was using the choice his ancestor had made to answer the person in front of him.

The black-robed man looked at Zhao Yi, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He approved of this answer.

Zhao Yi felt relieved. If he hadn't been deliberately maintaining it, he would have almost left this Divine Thought Map and returned to reality when answering the question just now.

Under this kind of pressure, there was very little room for lying and covering up, especially in front of this person.

Li Zhuiyuan spoke up:

"If you continue to live, it won't be beautiful anymore."

Hearing this, the black-robed man first opened his lips, then revealed a hearty smile: "Hahaha..."

Clearly, he was very satisfied with this answer.

The black-robed man turned around and continued to walk forward, walking faster and faster, almost running. The mongrel dog was following with all its might.

"Indeed, I, Yu Tiannan, have lived a magnificent life, and in death, I should also die in an open and honorable manner!"

On the mountaintop, a thick, heavy black cloud appeared. In the black cloud, a huge, twisted, and ferocious face appeared, facing the black-robed man who was constantly approaching it while climbing the mountain below, roaring in anger and panic!

"The Heavenly Dao is clear, the Jianghu is vast. Today, I, Yu Tiannan, with a broken body and a lifespan about to be exhausted, use myself as a sacrifice to suppress and kill you for three hundred years!"

"Hum!"

Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi's bodies trembled at the same time, and the two's consciousness returned to reality.

The Divine Thought Map on the rock wall told the story of how that Yu family Long Wang, at the moment of his death, chose to use the final afterglow of his life to suppress an evil spirit once more.

Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi bowed to the rock wall together.

After the ceremony, Zhao Yi asked curiously: "Beautiful, how did you think of this word?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "What I thought in my heart."

Zhao Yi: "Are you thinking about things so far ahead now?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I'm used to it."

Wei Zhengdao's constant attempts at suicide, as well as those who had intersections with Wei Zhengdao, all hoped that Wei Zhengdao could succeed in his suicide.

This was also Li Zhuiyuan's approval.

Being able to cure the illness and live this life well was already satisfying enough. To go and pursue immortality and turn oneself into something neither human nor ghost—there was no need for that; it was too ugly.

The others around didn't know what these two "bosses" were talking about, but everyone didn't open their mouths to ask.

Zhao Yi said to Chen Jing: "Continue leading the way."

Chen Jing pointed forward and said: "It's that black water pool ahead."

Everyone walked to the edge of this black pool. The pool water was almost completely thawed, with only a few ice dregs floating and remaining.

A stele was revealed above the water surface, inscribed with: Yu Tiannan Suppression.

Li Zhuiyuan discovered that in this black pool, black mist had always been rising upward. Looking up along this direction, one could see that on top of the rock wall above, a thick and flowing density had gathered. This place was like a source, turning into small streams and spreading to the surroundings.

Looking at it this way, the reason why accidents happened at the construction site was because they had dug open one such small stream, letting the black Qi here overflow.

Zhao Yi: "There is actually no residual aura of the seal left. Could it be that the Long Wang's seal failed?"

After all, it was the final blow before death, not the power of his peak. If it failed, it was not incomprehensible.

Li Zhuiyuan: "He said suppress and kill. Three hundred years is just a rough number. I think when he made the move, he should have been confident that he could wear this evil spirit to death within three hundred years.

And, do you remember the silver dollar hanging on that mongrel's neck? Up to now, it is far from three hundred years."

Zhao Yi: "So, you think that an accident happened halfway through the seal?"

At this time, the water level in the black pool dropped rapidly, as if an invisible force was draining it dry.

At the bottom of the pool, there was a platform, and on the platform lay a wolfhound of incomparably huge size. Just looking at this corpse, it was hard to imagine how terrifying it must have been when it was alive.

Zhao Yi: "Is this that little mongrel dog?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes. You look below again, at those eight chains."

The eight chains were all broken at this time, but one of them had been snapped, while the other seven had decayed due to time.

When the eight chains were there, the formation was complete. Once one was lost, the formation's power was reduced by more than half, and the remaining chains being corroded was just a matter of time.

Zhao Yi: "Someone once snapped a chain at the deepest part of this pool."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Because this chain also trapped him."

Zhao Yi licked his dry lips. He had already guessed something, pointed his finger below, and asked: "Brother... Xiaoyuan, don't you feel that something is missing down here?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "His demon beast is buried here, and this is the graveyard he chose for himself. How could his remains be missing?"

Zhao Yi: "Is there a possibility..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, in the hospital, I witnessed and even treated those three patients whose memories were swapped."

Zhao Yi: "So, after Yu Tiannan defeated and suppressed this evil spirit, he passed away very quickly. Then, his dog betrayed him, bowed its head to the evil spirit that Yu Tiannan had sealed, or reached some kind of deal.

That evil spirit used its own special ability to transplant the dog's memory into Yu Tiannan's body. He snapped a chain, left this place, and finally..."

Li Zhuiyuan:

"This dog returned to the Yu family in the identity of Yu Tiannan."

(End of chapter)