In the Liuli World, the voice of Daoist of the Hundred Blossoms ca through, "What do you know! This is for survival!"
"Not just for , but for the entire Celestial Lotus Sect!"
Amidst the furious shouting of Bai Hua, brilliant radiance burst forth from the Liuli World, completely tearing free from the golden net that bound it.
"Kid Sun, pull back!"
"Senior, please forgive ..."
She faintly heard the sowhat embarrassed voice of the Craftsman and the helplessness in Sun Erlang’s tone.
Back in the Void, the two of them were nowhere to be seen.
The Liuli flowers blood again, concealing the central Liuli Wansheng Realm. Daoist of the Hundred Blossoms returned to her true form.
She did not pursue them but instead returned to the Five Elents Great Cave Heaven.
"Just had a fight, it wasn’t so boring anymore. I wonder when I can truly go to war with the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals?"
"If I could really escape the Immortal Ruins, or even the entire Abyss Star Ocean. Perhaps there will be a day when the Celestial Lotus Sect can re-erge into the light of day." Thoughts spun in Daoist of the Hundred Blossoms’s mind.
She had a special confidence in the Great Enlightennt Saint Emperor.
Bai Hua inadvertently looked beyond the Void.
There, where the Emperor had once been, she vaguely sensed an energy that made the entire Liuli Wansheng Realm tremble and fear.
"What a madman..."
Within the Sacred Dynasty Daqi, the ssy Craftsman, while feeling sowhat sorry for the seven dark golden Puppets, cursed under his breath.
"I should’ve known, those who survive the World-ending Calamity aren’t simple folk. Seeing how she acted so submissively in front of the Emperor, I can’t believe I was fooled..."
"Oh, Craftsman, you’ve really beco muddled!"
Sun Erlang remained silent.
This Senior Hundred Flowers, who had always seed gentle, truly showed a frightening burst of strength.
However, the purpose of seeking her out for a test was also achieved.
Sun Erlang looked at the seven dark golden Puppets in the field.
With the help of the Puppet Bodies, he not only beca more familiar with the power of the seven Essences of Heaven and Earth in the Puppet Cores.
But also his grasp on the Essence of Source Power advanced further.
"No way! I refuse to believe that I, a Heavenly Machine Craftsman, can be outdone by the tiny Liuli Wansheng Realm!" The Artisan, speaking fiercely, pulled out an object from his chest.
"Kid Sun, install this into the Puppets!" The Craftsman said nacingly.
"What’s this?"
Sun Erlang looked at the square black object in the Craftsman’s hand, asking curiously.
"Heh heh heh, this is the ’experience’ we Heavenly Machine Craftsn extracted from the ancestors of the Fairy Puppets a long ti ago. It can’t be replicated, and after the destruction of the Celestial chanism World, using it ans one less share. I’ve always been reluctant to use it, but now..." The Craftsman looked at it reluctantly for a mont and then, grinding his teeth, said,
"I can’t be outdone by that woman!"
Hearing the words Fairy Puppet, Sun Erlang felt a slight tremor in his heart.
Just about to take it, he suddenly rembered sothing and hesitated, "Such a precious item should be given to Senior Tianyang, right? Perhaps it would be more useful to him..."
The Craftsman waved his hand, "I gave him one already. Where do you think he’s been all this ti? He’s been in seclusion, seeking Enlightennt and hasn’t co out yet!"
"Stop arguing, just do as I say! Quick, before I change my mind and regret it!"
Sun Erlang, hearing this, no longer protested.
His spirit connected with the seven dark golden Puppets, and he crushed the square black object in his hand.
Black liquid flowed out from between his fingers.
Like living creatures, it climbed up Sun Erlang’s arm and up to his head. It rose like a hunting cobra, and then suddenly plunged straight into Sun Erlang’s eye sockets.
Trusting in the Craftsman, Sun Erlang did not resist.
The mont the black liquid covered his eyes, the environnt Sun Erlang sensed changed.
A flood of blurry images surged like a tide, accompanied by disjointed battle mories.
Or more accurately, mories of getting beaten up.
Mystical and unfathomable magic pounded on the Immortal Puppet’s body.
The Immortal Puppet could only rely on its own durable material to withstand the blows and had little chance to counterattack.
Even just getting hit like this, profound senses of mysticism began to erge in Sun Erlang’s heart.
Having been beaten up extensively, Sun Erlang seed to form a certain instinct.
When attacks of Immortal Techniques appeared in his Spirit Consciousness again, his body instinctively had a sense of how to counter these spells.
This feeling enticed Sun Erlang.
But alas, just as he seed on the verge of grasping sothing real, the various images suddenly vanished.
The profound realizations also receded like the tide, leaving not a single trace behind.
"Ah..."
Sun Erlang’s forehead bulged with veins, his fists clenched, as he gasped for breath.
His eyes were bloodshot, staring fixedly at the Craftsman.
But the Craftsman, as if he had expected this, had already kept a good distance away, saying coldly, "Kid Sun, clear your mind. Don’t be blinded by illusions!"
"Those feelings of nearing Enlightennt, do they co from yourself, or the Immortal Puppet?!"
The Craftsman’s words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, and Sun Erlang instantly beca much more sober.
Even so, it took him almost half a day to slowly suppress his desire to seize the experience of the Immortal Puppet from the Craftsman and continue the Enlightennt.
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