"Quick, look, there's sothing on the bone table,"
a Red Dust Immortal exclaid.
The crowd moved closer, slowly approaching the bone table, to find that it was covered with fragnts of three artifacts and a blood-stained skin, with bloody writing on it that read "Life-Death Prophecy."
"All forty-nine of you who have co here this ti must die!"
"Die?" Everyone exchanged glances, their expressions suddenly tight.
A mysterious prophecy, a verdict of death.
Everyone felt an imnse evil presence.
At this mont, Ji Youdao took action, preparing to destroy the prophecy.
With his strongest strike, the terrifying Dao Principles transford into a Sky Saber slashing at the bloody skin.
Hum!
Mysterious rules burst forth from the bloody skin, amazingly blocking his Sky Saber. All of its power vanished into thin air, causing no ripples.
"What?" Ji Youdao's face changed color, incredulous. He swung three more sabers in rapid succession.
The sabers of Dao Principles, without dazzling light or imnse montum, yet carrying the force of the Great Dao.
This ti, three slashes aid at the bloody skin were almost perfectly blocked by the mysterious interwoven Dao Principles, stirring up just a ripple, as if a calm sea had been disturbed by the lightest breeze.
"This..." After the three slashes, Ji Youdao was overrun with a strong sense of unease.
"You finally arrived, but you made wait for so long," an inexplicable voice suddenly rose, its indifferent tone hitting the heart like a hamr, overwhelming everyone with an almost deathly oppression, causing blood to spill from their mouths as they staggered backward.
Even Ji Youdao, who had regained his strength, couldn't bear this imnse pressure; his complexion beca pale as snow. While he tried to withstand it, he unexpectedly suffered internal injuries and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his breath instantly weakening.
Everyone was horrified. A single voice had caused them all severe injuries—who could possess such power?
In the next mont, the space distorted and an old man in a gray robe appeared, looking no different from a human, except his skin was a gray-brown color, and he exuded a cold, evil aura.
His presence caused ti and space around him to continuously disintegrate, incredibly powerful.
The statue of the Immortal Armored Army that had been outside the hall had, at so unknown point, already entered. Seeing the old man, it knelt on both knees, respectfully.
The gray-robed figure's dulled gray eyes swept over everyone, and he said with a light smile, "Forty-nine people, ultimately it's my win! You can stop hiding now, co out!"
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed, pulling Mo Wudao out from within the mind of a Red Dust Immortal, who showed a look of horror on their face.
The appearance of Mo Wudao shocked everyone.
Only Yang Ji was not at all surprised, as he had long known that Mo Wudao was hidden within that person. Now, he stared intensely at the three pieces of artifact fragnts on the bone table, trembling greatly.
"Yang Ji, could those be fragnts of the Wheel of Destiny?" the Rotten Wooden Box exclaid in shock.
"Yes, they are the fragnts of the Wheel of Destiny, all three of them!" Yang Ji took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself.
"King of Life and Death, have a million years made your vision poor?" Just as the gray-robed figure laughed softly, a contemptuous voice suddenly sounded, as if coming from the heavens.
Everyone's gaze swept the room, and suddenly they noticed an old man in a black robe had appeared—it was the ancient ancestor of the Life and Death Immortal Sect, Dao Yi!
"Ancestor!" Ji Youdao saw this figure and instantly trembled with excitent, bowing respectfully.
Dao Yi, at this mont, looked at Ji Youdao with a complex expression, "You... I don't know if I should call you little Ji or little Dao."
"Ancestor, I have a part of their mories, please call Ji Youdao," Ji Youdao said excitedly.
"Good!" Dao Yi nodded with a smile, then his gaze swept past Yang Ji and others before turning toward the gray-robed figure.
"Dao Yi, what did you an by your earlier words?" the gray-robed figure's eyes flashed with an unusual light.
"What did I an? King of Life and Death, after millions of years of struggle between us, have you beco dull? Standing right behind are fifty people, why did you say there are only forty-nine? Your Life-Death Prophecy was wrong, ultimately it is I who have won," Dao Yi said slowly.
"Clearly there were forty-nine... Hmm? How co there are fifty? How is that possible? I couldn't have miscalculated, how can there be one extra person?" the gray-robed figure looked towards Yang Ji and the others, and suddenly paused, then showed a maniacal Frenzy in his expression, his body slightly trembling, "Impossible, this cannot be!"
"Hahaha, after studying the three peculiar artifacts for countless years, when it cos to calculations, you are far less adept than I am. Just as you are the Immortal King, still, you cannot win against !" Dao Yi suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Who is this extra person? Who has escaped my calculations?" The gray-robed figure's eyes shone sinisterly as he swept his gaze over Yang Ji and the rest, his expression turning extrely cold, revealing intense murderous intent.
(Thanks to Hanti for the 200 coin tip!)
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