Chapter 939: Wang Dun Ascended

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A wisp of flame shot out.

The soul of the Phoenix Clan’s Thirteenth Elder instantly turned to smoke!

Four Phoenix Clan demon emperors perished.

“Master!” Luo Bingyao had already healed her wounds and arrived before He Pingsheng; she could not calm her emotions, threw her arms around him, and burst into tears.

“Enough!” He Pingsheng reached out and ruffled Luo Bingyao’s hair. “Stop crying—I’m back, aren’t I?”

“Come on, tell me.”

“How’s Feng Wu?”

Luo Bingyao wiped her tears and said, “Feng Wu’s cultivation is too low—he couldn’t help at all. He’s still on Lei Huang Continent, guarding the shop and the merchant guild!”

“Liu Molin wanted to avenge you—he’s decent with arrays, but his combat strength is actually quite ordinary!”

“I didn’t let him come!”

“And then… there’s Hu Chen…”

“He heard the Phoenix Clan had captured He Tianya, so he went to rescue him—but he failed to save Tianya, and his own physical body was killed!”

“Luckily, he’s not dead!”

He Pingsheng’s expression grew darker by the second.

“What happened after?” He Pingsheng asked. “How did Tianya escape?”

“He didn’t escape!” Luo Bingyao shook her head. “Your Master Wang came and took him from the Phoenix Clan!”

“Master Wang?”

He Pingsheng froze. “Which Master Wang?”

Luo Bingyao said, “This… Master, don’t you know him? He said he was very close to you—Wang Dun, Master Wang…”

“Oh…” Hearing the name Wang Dun, He Pingsheng felt a warmth in his heart: “Good… good… thank goodness he was there!”

Luo Bingyao continued, “Master Wang not only rescued Tianya, but also got entangled with a hermit immortal of the Phoenix Clan!”

“They say he fought the Phoenix Clan’s hermit immortal for a long time, and somehow managed to wear the immortal down until he died…”

“What?” He Pingsheng drew a deep breath. My brother Wang really is something else!

“And then?” He Pingsheng asked. “Do you know where Master Wang went?”

Luo Bingyao said, “He ascended… He said he was going to the Immortal Realm… to chop up Kongkong Demon Emperor!”

“So he ascended!”

How the world has changed!

He Pingsheng let out a long, deep breath.

He had been trapped in that small spiritual world for over four hundred years—so much had changed outside.

No need to say more: if Wang Dun said he was ascending to chop Kongkong Demon Emperor, then Kongkong Demon Emperor must have ascended too.

“Huh…” He Pingsheng exhaled deeply.

A heavy weight still sat in his chest, hard to dispel.

True, his family and descendants hadn’t died—they’d been sent to the small world, and the family world had been activated.

But the problem is!

From now on, he and his family would never see each other again!

No meeting until they reached the Immortal Realm.

And how many of his family could even guarantee they’d ascend to the Immortal Realm?

Damn Phoenix Clan!

And Zhou Qingmei!

She actually self-destructed?

This debt must be settled with the Phoenix Clan.

Though He Pingsheng’s face appeared calm, bursts of killing intent leaked from his body at intervals.

“Master… you… Master…” Luo Bingyao reached out and rubbed his back.

He Pingsheng nodded. “I’m fine… you’ve done well, Bingyao!”

“By the way, where is Tianya now?”

Luo Bingyao said, “In the small spiritual world of your Wood Avatar. Don’t worry—he’s safe!”

He Pingsheng nodded.

Of his four small worlds, he carried one with him as the [Family World], gave one to Liu Molin, and one to his Wood Avatar.

“Good!” He Pingsheng rose from the void and glanced at Luo Bingyao again. “Bingyao… you’re impressive—you’ve reached the same realm as your master!”

“Hehe…” Luo Bingyao laughed awkwardly. “Master, I may be at your level, but my combat strength is leagues away from yours!”

Once, she’d been hunted down by Feng Wanxi and the others, barely surviving.

Yet He Pingsheng had instantly slain all four.

The gap was simply too vast.

“I’ve mastered a time-law technique that can instantly freeze cultivators of the same realm. Otherwise, I couldn’t have killed all four so easily!”

“When I have time, I’ll pass this technique on to you.”

Speaking of time techniques, He Pingsheng thought of the Dao of Time.

His cultivation had advanced so slowly—even surpassed by his own disciple, and left far behind by Master Wang.

The reason? His focus on the Dao of Time.

Too slow!

Time arrays were too hard to comprehend.

Since their parting at the Stone Platform Stairway, he hadn’t seen Master Wang in eight hundred years.

That Master Wang reached Mahayana Emperor peak and ascended in eight hundred years was no surprise.

“Oh, by the way… Master…” Luo Bingyao said, “Master Wang left you something!”

“He said you must open it yourself!”

With that, Luo Bingyao pulled out a jade box from her space.

The jade box was sealed.

“I didn’t open it!” She respectfully presented the jade box to He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng opened the jade box.

Inside were two items.

A green jade slip, and a small black porcelain bottle.

He Pingsheng took out the jade slip first.

With a single spiritual sense sweep, a voice echoed into his mind.

“Little brother… I heard what happened to you…”

“The Phoenix Clan is despicable—they sealed you in that small spiritual world. I never expected it. To be honest, if I hadn’t been occupied with urgent matters, I’d have entered that world myself!”

“But I knew you’d get out someday!”

“I couldn’t help you directly.”

“But I peeled off the aura from that Five-Fifty Talisman I once carried!”

“This wisp of aura still resonates faintly with the Great Lun Mingwang.”

“Whether you can use this aura to open the small spiritual world activated by the Great Lun Mingwang… depends on your own ability!”

“Brothers in heart—call if you need anything. We’ll meet in the Immortal Realm!”

“Don’t make me wait too long, okay?”

Wang Dun’s voice cut off abruptly.

He Pingsheng drew a deep breath and tucked the jade slip away.

At least, in times of crisis, Master Wang had always been there—this brought He Pingsheng a flicker of warmth.

As for this aura?

He picked up the black bottle.

But he did not open it.

Wang Dun had once used a Five-Fifty Talisman to bind himself to the Great Lun Mingwang.

He never expected this man to be so extraordinary—he’d actually peeled off that aura.

Worse, that wisp of aura still faintly connected to the Great Lun Mingwang in the other world.

Excellent.

He just didn’t know if he’d ever find a way to open the portal to that other world.

“Old bastard… don’t just sit there watching…”

“Speak up!”

“Is there any way to open a passage to the other world?”

Jin Ku, living in He Pingsheng’s mind, said: “Difficult… but you might try one place.”

He Pingsheng asked: “Where?”

Jin Ku said: “Piaomiao Mountain!”

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