The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?! Chapter 885: 885: I Don't Believe You Can Win

Chapter 885: Chapter 885: I Don’t Believe You Can Win

On the head of the giant jade cicada mantis, Li Muyang and Yu Chan stood side by side.

Yu Chan’s secretive inquiry made Li Muyang’s face stiffen.

He then sighed: “So what… the final battle is upon us, where is there ti for romance.”

Li Muyang shook his head and said, “Anyway, Xiaoru is very traditional and not jealous, I trust her completely.”

Yan Xiaoru is a standard traditional woman, having stated many tis before that Li Muyang could take concubines.

With the great war approaching, he wasn’t at all worried Yan Xiaoru would cause any trouble.

But Yu Chan looked at him with a strange expression and said, “There is no problem now, but you gathered all the sisters-in-law together without saying anything, letting them communicate on their own… Aren’t you avoiding it a bit too much?”

“The final great battle is coming soon, everyone’s fate is uncertain, and who knows how many will die.”

“At tis like these, shouldn’t you be with them, say sothing?”

“In case in the future… pfft pfft pfft!” Yu Chan quickly spat after her words, “Curse my mouth, curse my mouth.”

She didn’t dare to finish her sentence, but Li Muyang understood her aning.

She feared that in the coming battle, soone might die, leaving things unsaid and regrets behind.

No matter if it was the Dragon Girl or Liu Li Fairy Chu Qingxue, they followed Li Muyang here without complaint.

But against a powerful enemy, how many of those following Li Muyang will survive?

Even if they lose…

So words left unsaid, might never have a chance to be said later.

Li Muyang was silent for a mont, then sighed.

“I understand.”

He also wanted to say sothing, but these days, Yan Xiaoru was constantly hanging around with the Dragon Girl and Chu Qingxue, the three won sticking together almost 24 hours.

Li Muyang never had the chance to speak to anyone alone.

He couldn’t really go up and hug one in each arm for a group hug, could he?

The final great battle was imminent, was it the ti for such things? There were people all around.

And even if he hugged them, wasn’t there still one too many?

The most important was, his relationship with Chu Qingxue, and the Dragon Girl though very ambiguous, was tacitly understood.

But until now, it remained tacitly understood, without any substantial progress.

Li Muyang wanted to say sothing, but he had no opportunity.

After listening to Yu Chan’s reminder, Li Muyang seriously considered finding a chance to talk.

Yet along the way, he found no opportunity.

Yan Xiaoru tirelessly chatted with the Dragon Girl and Chu Qingxue, and both were happy to keep her company, the three won seed to enjoy the conversations.

It was as if Li Muyang was completely forgotten.

At tis like these, Li Muyang felt sowhat out of place.

The mist retreated around him, as Li Muyang stood on the jade cicada mantis, which skirted the sea searching.

The vastness of the sea made locating the Ghostly Sacred Spirit seem challenging.

But there were indeed guides.

The wandering spirits and immortal corpses in the seawater ford a wall of flesh to keep the sacred spirit from stepping on land.

By observing the distribution and movent of underwater corpses, they could guess roughly where the Ghostly Sacred Spirit was forced.

Not to ntion, Yu Chan had visited the Sacred Spirit’s ho and stolen a little wildgrass statue.

Li Muyang decided to visit the Sacred Spirit’s ho first, if unsuccessful, he would search at sea.

The jade cicada mantis had its goal set, while Li Muyang sought a chance to speak alone with Chu Qingxue, Dragon Girl, and Yan Xiaoru.

But until they reached the Sacred Spirit’s lair, Li Muyang didn’t find the opportunity.

A mysterious island erged in the fog ahead.

Everyone standing on the jade cicada mantis grew cautious.

“Here it is!”

Yu Chan pointed out the destination.

The jade cicada mantis carried everyone closer to the island.

Finally, everyone arrived over the island, as fog cleared, revealing a vast terrain below.

A cold wind roared over the island.

Though the sun shone overhead, the light had no warmth, cast on all they felt only chill.

The air lacked any Spiritual Energy; it seed the island was cut off from Spiritual Energy.

What they felt was a sinister, chilling power that tried to corrode the living.

Li Muyang frowned: “This place is just like The Peaceful Realms…”

The sa laws as The Peaceful Realms.

It seed the island had been transford by the Ghostly Sacred Spirit into the visage of The Peaceful Realms.

They moved towards the island center.

There awaited a solemn, eerie city, its heart hosting a gigantic altar.

The city’s architectural style differed from the earthly, filled with a grim, cold aura.

Much akin to the style within Ghost Moon Fox’s secret realm.

The grand altar there stood like a mountain, hundreds of zhang high, an astounding sight.

The giant jade cicada mantis flew over Ghost City, seeing the stiff silhouettes within.

But these specters were oblivious to the living people above, trapped in a transparent viscous liquid.

The entire Ghost City was subrged in this transparent viscous liquid, like a giant amber.

Li Yuechan was astonished: “Are they… sealing themselves?”

The jade cicada mantis approached the city’s central grand altar, not covered by viscous liquid.

But there on the altar stood an ugly, giant monster quietly.

This monster alone was sealed in viscous liquid, yet even sealed, its majestic aura remained unaffected.

Encased in amber, it smiled at the imposing Li Muyang.

“… Long ti no see, Jiang Xiaoyu.”

The Ghostly Sacred Spirit smiled at Li Muyang: “Have you found a way to awaken Fairy Qinghe?”

Li Muyang frowned at the monster and said, “You’ve sealed your whole race… for what?”

He couldn’t understand the Ghostly Sacred Spirit’s motives.

According to Yu Chan, this sealing is a long, powerful self-sealing skill over ti.

Entities within such a seal are almost removed from the world, no force from the human realm could harm the ghosts within.

Yet the seal lasted at least a millennium.

Before ti elapsed, the ghosts couldn’t erge.

If soone awaited outside the seal, setting a Killing Array, the sealers would surely die upon erging!

Li Muyang couldn’t fathom the Ghostly Sacred Spirit weaving its own constraints.

Yet from the seal, the Ghostly Sacred Spirit chuckled, “Our reasons to self-seal are simple, not wanting to battle with you nor let the Otherworldly Demon God of the Deep Space Temple profit.”

“Also, I don’t believe you can defeat those demon gods!”

“After your death, our race will re-erge. We’ve waited ten thousand years, we don’t mind waiting a few thousand more!”

“Those demon gods aren’t like you, they can’t find this place.”

“Once you’re dead, my race will be at ease!”