Witch
"To sacrifice an entire complete Realm just so the Lord of Wuji can have Immortality? You guys are simply insane!"
Durand glared at Brand. That pair of deep blue eyes seed to want to see right through his soul. "Whose idea is this? Yours... or the Lord of Wuji's?"
"This isn't a question of whose idea it is, but rather that we are complentary to each other." Brand spoke unhurriedly. "Lord of Wuji possesses the authority to toy with matter, yet cannot sustain his spirit; our alchemy, although childish and laughable before the Lord of Wuji, is the only one that possesses the thod to carry a spirit...
With our mutual cooperation, Lord of Wuji can obtain Immortality, while we shall beco the rulers of this Eternal Domain!"
"It seems you were the one who proposed the 'Philosopher's Stone' plan." Durand's eyes narrowed slightly. "President Shang's death, and the turmoil among the other mystic schools in the Realm, should all be related to you, right?"
"Durand, you can't say that... The Paths within our Path of the Witch God are too nurous and complex. From ancient tis to the present, wherever civilization bred, professions related to 'witches' extended from it. In the East, there are spirit diums, Gu sorcery, Feng Shui masters, and Kagura dance. In the West, there's alchemy, black magic, and even older priests and shamans...
In this city, there are at least dozens of different Paths. The personalities and ideologies of the wizards in each Path are all different. It's perfectly normal for so friction to occur, and not everyone can understand the importance of the Lord of Wuji.
As for Shang Shaoquan, he only knew how to refine those broken pills every day, was indecisive in his actions, and even tried to stop my plan with Lord of Wuji..."
Brand smiled and pointed to the gold paving the ground beneath their feet,
"In the end, he was naturally taken care of by Lord of Wuji... It can also be considered another way of making a contribution to the Wuji Domain."
So it was the Lord of Wuji who killed the forr president of the Witchcraft Association, Shang Shaoquan, and simultaneously blood-washed the other mystic schools in the Wuji Domain? He was the real culprit behind all this?
Durand's heart instantly sank. He had originally thought that the Lord of Wuji was most likely bewitched by Brand and indulged him to reorganize the Wuji Domain. Looking at it now, this Lord of Wuji himself was no kind soul.
"Durand, to tell you the truth... there aren't many alchemists left in the Wuji Domain now, and we urgently need manpower." Brand slowly walked forward, his eyes staring fixedly into Durand's. He spoke word by word,
"Do you choose to join us and beco one of the creators of the Eternal Domain... or beco a part of the Philosopher's Stone?"
Brand finally dropped his disguise, revealing his ferocious fangs. The gold spread out on the ground beneath their feet reflected his face, making it look increasingly sinister and cold... In the center of The Church, that rcury Moon with the eyeball surfacing was also silently watching him.
Durand knew that this ti, he was likely facing an Ill On with little chance of survival.
His hands within the sleeves gradually spread open, and faint strands of lightning arcs wandered across the Markings on his palms. Just as he was about to fight to the death with Brand as a last resort, that rcury Moon suspended in mid-air suddenly shrank its pupil and looked towards the edge of The Church!
At this mont, Brand also seed to sense sothing and simultaneously turned his head to look.
He saw an ordinary-looking passerby wearing plain clothes standing in the corner of The Church. His appearance was so ordinary that one would seemingly forget it after a single glance... He stood there quietly, as if he had already rged with the surrounding environnt. If the Lord of Wuji hadn't detected his existence, Brand probably wouldn't have noticed soone was there even if he waited until dawn.
"Who?! When did you get there!" Brand's figure instantly tensed, and he growled vigilantly.
"I was seen through after all... As expected of a Rank 9 Demigod." Mo Jue shrank in the corner and sighed helplessly. "However, this trip was truly worth it. I bumped into quite a remarkable scene."
Mo Jue's appearance instantly froze the atmosphere in The Church. After all, before this, they never expected that such a highly confidential conversation could actually be heard by an outsider. Brand's expression instantly beca as ugly as if he had eaten iron.
But before he could make a move, the Lord of Wuji moved first. Thousands of rcury hands reached out from mid-air, grabbing towards Mo Jue's body from all directions. A Rank 9 Oppressive Aura descended abruptly!
The next mont, Durand seized the opportunity, unhesitatingly raised his hands, and clapped his palms together!
Smack——!
With a soft sound, an ash whirlwind surged around him, directly enveloping more than half of The Church. Then, he unhesitatingly took advantage of the chaos to escape outward!
"Trying to leave?!" Seeing this, the viciousness in Brand's eyes intensified. His figure transford into a mass of black shadow, rapidly chasing in that direction!
In contrast, Mo Jue was the calst one present. He just watched as thousands of rcury hands wrapped around his body. Under their touch, his figure was converted into other materials bit by bit, decaying and rotting.
"We of the Dusk Society have never participated in matters between Realms." Mo Jue calmly looked at the rcury sphere in The Church.
"However, we will definitely retrieve the corpses of the Nine Monarchs. No matter how you struggle midway, the outco will not change... I look forward to the day I attend your funeral."
Under the conversion of countless rcury hands, this clone of Mo Jue quickly disappeared, eventually turning into a handful of dust that lightly drifted away in the air.
Within The Church, the Lord of Wuji's eye narrowed slightly...
...
Boom——!!
As a giant wave crashed against the reef, Chen Ling's figure was once again swept into the seabed!
"Nineteenth ti." Outside the image, Wen Renyou once again bent down a finger, his expression sowhat complicated. "Having been sent flying nineteen tis in a row, Little Junior Brother's movents still don't show a hint of hesitation... It seems he's truly going all out."
"This is just the beginning." Ning Ruyu said calmly,
"According to my estimation, before being sent flying fifty tis, he might not necessarily be able to grasp the crucial essentials. Even if he grasps them, he might not necessarily be able to successfully release it... Even with a terrifying talent like Little Junior Brother's, he should still have to be sent flying seventy or eighty tis before he can succeed."
Luan i pondered from the side for a long ti and shook her head:
"I feel... he won't need that many tis."
"Oh?"
"Haven't you noticed?" Luan i pointed at Chen Ling's hands and said, "He is no longer deliberately imitating Senior Brother's gestures. This shows that he most likely has already guessed the essentials and is in the stage of trying to release it..."
"He guessed it this quickly?" A hint of astonishnt flashed in Wen Renyou's eyes.
Ning Ruyu focused entirely on Chen Ling's hands. After the latter was sent flying for the twentieth ti, a faint smile surfaced on his face.
"Junior Sister is right. He has indeed already attained enlightennt... Next, it depends on what he does."
At the sa ti.
Amidst the turbulent sea waves, a hand full of scars reached out, gripping tightly onto a protruding reef. Imdiately following, a great crimson figure slowly climbed up...
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