Chapter 160

158. Soul Puzzle: Three-Pointed, Double-Edged Blade (1/1)

“I once read an ancient text that said those protected by the Golden Thread Jade Robe must possess two traits: abundant ancestral virtue and successful cultivation in past lives… Could humans truly have ‘previous lives’?”

“But now, the Spirit Regulation Bureau’s research and observations show that many souls, after leaving their dead bodies, quickly wither and perish…”

Zhang Chunlei’s brow furrowed deeply.

The current situation clearly exceeded his expectations.

Farmer Bai Xue smiled but did not answer; as Bai Xue herself, she understood herself, so she trusted Bai Xue No. 1 to protect Gu Le.

After a cup of tea, the clerk shuffled over with a sheet of paper and said, “My Lord, the results you requested.” Yang Fan glanced at it briefly, his face breaking into a radiant smile. To the three officials on the dais and Gong Bupo, his expression sent a jolt through their hearts—had he slipped up?

“You’ll know when you get there.” Yang Fan handed the old man a silver ingot, but the charcoal seller tossed it back.

“Ruo Yan, cast a barrier around yourself too—avoid unnecessary trouble if someone recognizes you as a descendant of the Imperial Clan.” Seeing Ling Potian enter self-adjustment, Ling Yan immediately told Dantai Ruo Yan.

“Sir, do we know each other?” Yang Fan had never seen this middle-aged man and asked curiously.

Amid the chatter of those around him and Babata’s incessant prodding, Luo Feng arrived before Nie Rong’s courtyard and stepped inside.

The defining event of this era was Nie Rong killing Zhu Yue Sacred Land’s sixth-rank top Cosmic Lord, Lord Tu Long, and acquiring four Supreme Treasures in the Myriad Caves Demon Sea. From then on, humanity possessed a Supreme Treasure to guard its clan, and the Axe of the Giant became the peak Cosmic Strongest whose overall deterrence rivaled the Primordial Ancestor.

However, the responses of Ningshuang Ancestor God, Haolei Star Lord, and Zhenjia King remained strikingly similar to those of the Bone Clan and the Divine Eye Clan—they all ordered their strongest within Liuzhong Mountain to head toward Wanshuan Lake.

“I can’t hear you. Say it again.” Liu Xin saw his lips twitching but couldn’t make out any words.

The Iron Robe Sect had existed for over a thousand years; everyone in the grand hall carried the blood of the Iron Robe Sect.

…The remaining twelve eccentric doctors and maids in the room anxiously awaited Ye Qingjue’s decision.

“I came with Mr. Fa Ji and Tim and the others—as an audience member,” Zhang Yunze said with a smile.

When the Mushroom Spirit was thrown into the unfamiliar environment, it immediately looked bewildered. After standing frozen for several seconds, it began twisting its mushroom cap left and right, as if surveying its surroundings.

With no other option and life hanging in the balance, a white orb suddenly shot out from Ye Ge’s Dan Sea, like pure moonlight cast into darkness, forming a crystal-like tortoise shell that slowly drifted toward the Flame-Spider Cage.

Opening the first page, Li Jian’s face drooped—the page listed eight names, all men he knew, eight veteran soldiers who had died in the battle.

Wang Yuehan flung herself into her arms, embraced her tightly, and finally could no longer hold back her emotions, bursting into tears.

The lake was about two hundred zhang wide; in its center rose a jet-black colossal tree. From afar, it had been indistinct, but now that they were closer, they saw its trunk was at least ten zhang in diameter! Looking upward along the tree, nothing could be seen—the howling clouds had long obscured the view.

“Crash—” Yun Meng crossed her arms and gripped hard, shattering the two-meter-square ice block into fragments.

How did these subterranean creatures survive? Isn’t there a molten layer underground? Why weren’t they boiled into charcoal? Of course, the molten layer lay more than ten kilometers deep—beneath ten thousand meters, everywhere was red-hot magma.