Immortal Creation.

Chapter 673 Taking the Stage to Seize the Bone!

They had the same idea and decisively activated the Thousand-Mile Dragon Traveler to teleport back to the Black Cloud Battlefield.

The Black Cloud Battlefield has collapsed, leaving only a barrier of turbid air enveloping the Altar Battlefield.

However, after the previous fierce battle, and with Zeng Jide directly stealing the Earth Lung Turbid Qi Barrier from the Forgotten River Immortal City, the turbid qi barrier has become very thin, and the passage created by the Guixu Black Ball still exists and has not been repaired.

The dragon, soaring through the passage, flew into the sacrificial altar battlefield.

There is a protective array here, so the Wanli Youlong cannot directly pass through.

Upon seeing this scene, the Lord of Wangchuan, far away in the Immortal City of Wangchuan, immediately frowned deeply.

"Look, that bone is back on top of the altar!" Qing Chi exclaimed, then looked at Luo Si and Ning Zhuo, "How did you two guess that?"

Ross remained silent.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly: "Simple. When the Earthly Fiends and Turbid Gods fight, they will receive a power replenishment, which is obviously due to the teleportation of the formation."

"Although I can't identify the grand formation here, I already know it has teleportation power."

"The fact that the tributary of the River of Oblivion did not follow the flying skull is also a major point of suspicion."

"The combination of the two suggests that the Lord of Wangchuan may be able to use this great formation to directly teleport the Heavenly Ghost Skull that has been lost abroad back to China."

Qing Chi looked at Ning Zhuo with admiration: "Xiao Ma, you've become so smart! You're much smarter than before!"

Ning Zhuo's eyes sharpened as he looked at the altar: "The Buddha's phantom has vanished, and Lord Wangchuan has retrieved the Heavenly Demon Skull. We must not let him succeed!"

"Otherwise, all our previous efforts and sacrifices will have been in vain."

Qing Chi thought of his father, and his face immediately showed anger and hatred: "Xiao Ma, you are right, we must not let Lord Wangchuan have his way!"

Ross was already deep in thought about how to break the deadlock.

The altar stood silently in the center, as stable as a mountain.

A tributary of the River of Oblivion flows around the altar.

At the top of the altar lay the skull of a celestial demon, no longer shrouded in the crimson aura. But now it was covered with a layer of hazy yellow dust, the remains of the filthy earthly god.

Ning Zhuo is once again facing the old problem—how to break through the tributary of the River of Oblivion!
However, compared to before, only the three of them remained on the altar battlefield. Of course, it was obvious to anyone that the Lord of the River of Oblivion had already ordered his army to arrive. Perhaps, his true form was also on its way.

Therefore, Ning Zhuo didn't have much time.

He still has to race against time!
"We'll split into three groups first," Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and then gave the order.

The three left the mechanical dragon and split into three directions, ready to break in at any time.

They communicated with each other using their spiritual senses and acted at the same time.

Lord Wangchuan was completely focused, remotely directing the tributaries of Wangchuan to block left and right, preferring to release Qingchi and Luo Si rather than let Ning Zhuo pass by.

"To ascend the altar, three conditions must be met simultaneously."

"Of the three, I'm afraid only I can do it!"

Ning Zhuo sensed something was wrong.

The previous phantom of the Buddha of Nirvana was caught in this trap and was successfully outmaneuvered by the Lord of the River of Oblivion.

Qing Chi and Luo Si were just cover; Ning Zhuo was the key figure, as only he could ascend the altar.

However, Lord Wangchuan also saw this and kept a close watch on Ning Zhuo!

"A fierce attack on the tributary of the River of Oblivion? That would be too exhausting and would also waste too much time."

"Sigh, Boss Sun meets the requirements too. If only he were here!"

At this moment, Ning Zhuo missed Sun Lingtong terribly.

On the banks of the River of Oblivion.

“Cough cough cough…” Zeng Jide bent over deeply, coughing violently, his ghostly body trembling incessantly, spitting out a series of soul breaths.

His breath hit rock bottom, revealing an unprecedented weakness.

"Senior!" Sun Lingtong said with great concern.

Zeng Jide turned his head and stared intently at Sun Lingtong: "You brat, you went to Wangchuan Immortal City with ulterior motives, didn't you?"

Sun Lingtong touched her nose and said frankly, "You've figured it out, senior. That's how it is."

"Hehe! So that's why you couldn't wait to try to steal these round stone cores, actually trying to lure me into helping you." Zeng Jide took a deep breath to steady himself.

Sun Lingtong chuckled awkwardly, "Senior, it was my fault..."

Zeng Jide waved his hand: "I didn't expect to be outsmarted by you, you brat. Hey, what deep-seated grudge do you have against the Lord of Wangchuan that you want to ruin his path?"

"Given the City Lord's Mansion's strong reaction, these small stones and the large stone I stole must be extremely important!"

Sun Lingtong hesitated for a moment.

Zeng Jide frowned: "Never mind, it's fine if you don't want to say it."

"Our fate has run its course, and we must part ways here."

Despite saying that, Zeng Jide still took out a talisman and flew it to Sun Lingtong.

"Attach the talisman to your body and run straight away as fast as you can, as far away from the River of Oblivion as possible!"

"Never underestimate the power and methods of a ruler of a prefecture."

"The reason we were able to cause such a ruckus in the Immortal City of Oblivion was also by chance. The Lord of Oblivion was attacked from all sides and had no time to spare. The power of the entire Oblivion Underworld was greatly weakened, and it was at its weakest."

Seeing that Zeng Jide was still willing to help her, Sun Lingtong immediately showed gratitude: "Senior..."

"Hey, brat, you owe me a huge favor. We'll meet again someday!" Zeng Jide waved his hand and vanished into thin air, leaving Sun Lingtong, a little boy, standing forlornly by the wide riverbank.

Sun Lingtong tried to contact Ning Zhuo, but to no avail.

After thinking for a moment, he immediately took out the black blood paper horse and ran towards the direction of the Water Burial Valley.

"I've probably completed the task assigned to me by the Buddhist physician Meng Yaoyin. If things go smoothly... I should reunite with Ning Zhuo's mother!"

The battlefield of the altar.

The tributary of the River of Oblivion flowed ceaselessly, weaving and moving with extraordinary agility, blocking Ning Zhuo's several attempts to break through, thus thwarting all of his breakthrough plans.

Ning Zhuo suddenly grinned and took out the Spirit Mirror.

The mirror light shone directly onto the altar, instantly unleashing the Shadow Blade - Night Tiger!
But the next moment, Meng Yehu's figure was shrouded in yellow dust, and he lost contact with Ning Zhuo.

"Oh no." Ning Zhuo's expression changed slightly.

Luo Si transmitted his thoughts to remind him, "Young Master, this yellow dust and smoke was scattered by the earth elemental avatar of the Lord of the River of Oblivion. It has the power to pollute magical treasures and can even taint their spirituality."

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth. How could he not know? He just hadn't expected that even though the Earthly Fiend God had collapsed, the yellow dust left behind still possessed such power.

"If Meng Yehu is like this, then if I want to reach the top of the altar, I also have to pass through a vast expanse of yellow dust. How can I solve this problem?"

As Ning Zhuo was asking himself this question, Luo Si suddenly made his move.

He unleashed the last remaining half of the River of Oblivion ferry line and once again used the fishing technique [Nine Abyss Water Drainage Pouch]. "Now!" Luo Si shouted, manipulating the Water Drainage Pouch to protect Ning Zhuo's side.

Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity, and piloted the Cang Tie Han Armor, shooting away at breakneck speed.

His flying ability was invaluable in this battle. His modifications to the Azure Iron Armor were crucial and indispensable!
The tributary of the River of Oblivion was blocked by the spillway, and much of the water flowed through the mesh and into other directions. The originally vigorous tributary, having lost too much water, immediately slowed down its momentum and speed.

Ning Zhuo then rushed onto the altar!
"We did it!" Qing Chi cheered.

But new challenges are imminent.

Ning Zhuo rushed into the yellow dust, only to find it difficult to breathe and his movements stiff. At the same time, his magic power and thoughts were also struggling to function.

"Everything and everything lights up and the calamity is coming!"

Ning Zhuo was suddenly struck by a sudden inspiration, and the prophetic poem flashed through his mind once again and again.

He took out the Qianmo Lantern.

This lamp comes from the Myriad Manifestations Sect and is the one in Ning Zhuo's possession that best represents the "Myriad Manifestations Lamp".

It is an octagonal prism, four feet two inches high and one foot eight inches thick. The top is domed and the bottom is square, implying the principle of a round heaven and a square earth.

The dim, yellowish light, though seemingly powerless, easily separated the yellow dust!
This is because the lamp's specialty is to greatly regulate the local climate, creating fertile soil and enabling the passage of paths.

The filthy spirits of the earth are mostly transformed from the turbid air of the earth's lungs. What else could they be but earth air?
Most importantly, this divided spirit has already dissipated, and the turbid qi of the earth's lungs, even if it is very rich, is just a kind of natural treasure without anyone in charge.

"No!!!" At this moment, Lord Wangchuan's eyes widened, and he lost all composure.

Ahead of Ning Zhuo, the yellow dust and earth energy automatically separated as the light shone through, forming a spotless passage.

He walked forward, his pace slowing down more and more.

The invisible pressure is as heavy as a mountain, vast and boundless!
This pressure, originating from ancient rituals, points directly to the source of life; it is the might of heaven!

The pressure acted directly on his soul, causing Ning Zhuo to hallucinate, as if he heard the wails, prayers, murmurs, and maniacal laughter of billions of living beings!
The sea trembled violently, as if the ocean were churning.

A surge of distracting thoughts and a flurry of emotions threatened to overwhelm Ning Zhuo, making it impossible for him to think calmly.

Ning Zhuo grunted, and the Qingjiao Army's military strength receded like the tide, unable to provide any support.

Ning Zhuo's soul was stimulated, and although it shook violently, it was also accompanied by heavy pressure, and began to emit a soul halo.

The halo, though not vast, was as refined as fine steel!
Ning Zhuo was as resolute as a rock in a raging storm. Although his speed was getting slower and his steps were getting shorter, he kept moving forward, even if it was just moving forward little by little, inch by inch!
Ning Zhuo felt as if his feet were filled with molten lead, and endless hatred and resentment seeped into his body, like millions of rotting maggots gnawing at his body!
This is the curse of the Heavenly Ghost upon its tragic death, a curse upon Heaven and Earth, and a hatred for all living beings.

A venomous aura enveloped Ning Zhuo, causing wisps of blue smoke to rise from his body, a burning smell to be emitted, and excruciating pain to pierce his heart.

Ning Zhuo let out a low shout, rousing the military aura within his body, and unleashing it fiercely! A dense, blood-red aura burst forth from his body, powerful, sharp, and filled with the resolute will to kill on the battlefield.

The resentment and jealousy were overwhelmed by the military aura, and the enemy suffered a series of defeats.

Ning Zhuo was like a demon clad in blood-red armor. With each step he took, his feet exploded in a burst of bloody light on the steps as he struggled to find a foothold!
Jun Sha was rapidly depleting his strength; his face turned from white to red, blood seeped from his clenched teeth, but his pace gradually quickened.

He survived the most difficult period and gradually adapted to the terrifying pressure.

The soul undergoes a rigorous test, becoming several times more refined.

On the way, he also found Meng Yehu.

Meng Yehu was covered in yellow dust, his spirit obscured, and he could not be awakened. Ning Zhuo had more important things to do, so he put him away for later.

Ning Zhuo finally stepped onto the last step and reached the top of the altar.

Ning Zhuo reached out and picked up the Heavenly Ghost Skull.

I can't lift it!
A single skull fragment, yet as heavy as a mountain.

At the same time, a chill arose from the deepest part of Ning Zhuo's heart. It was a bone-chilling cold, as if he were being judged by fate and scrutinized by heaven and earth.

This is not something you should take.

You do not deserve!
You are not qualified!!

Click, click...

A cracking sound rang out.

Ning Zhuo looked down and saw cracks appearing on the dragon-shaped jade pendant on his belt. Dragon energy surged out and flowed into Ning Zhuo's body.

In an instant, Ning Zhuo suddenly raised his hand, and the Heavenly Ghost Skull became incredibly light. Caught off guard, Ning Zhuo almost lost control and fell backward.

The deep blue skull, so close at hand, exuded a mysterious aura, leaving Ning Zhuo in a daze.

"Watch out!" Qingchi and Luo Si shouted in unison.

But the Lord of the River of Oblivion had already anticipated Ning Zhuo's reaction. At the critical moment, he exerted all his strength, drawing the tributary of the River of Oblivion like a dragon raising its head, directly climbing onto the altar and swallowing Ning Zhuo whole.

Ning Zhuo ultimately ended up in a tributary of the River of Oblivion!
hula.

The tributary of the River of Oblivion receded, becoming a winding river that connected head to tail, encircling the altar.

The string of beads left behind by the Lord of the River of Oblivion has completely disintegrated. This has caused him to lose all control over the tributary of the River of Oblivion.

But he has already achieved his goal.

Seeing Ning Zhuo drowning, he muttered, "Die, die!"

"No!" Qing Chi ignored everything and rushed towards Ning Zhuo.

Ross grabbed her shoulder and said, "Wait a minute!"

"General Qing, calm down. I have a way to rescue the young master."

Qing Chi turned around abruptly: "You have a plan? Tell me quickly!"

Luo Si took out a spare fishing rod, fishing line, and fishing hook, quickly assembled them, and handed them to Qing Chi: "I'll teach you fishing techniques!"

Qing Chi stared in disbelief, then suddenly realized, "Although I've caught fish before, your fishing skills are definitely superior to mine. You're more likely to succeed!"

But Ross immediately shook his head, revealing the cruel truth: "To fish in the River of Oblivion, the bait must be memories and sentiments, something extraordinary."

"Our current goal is to save the young master, so we need to use the memories and feelings associated with him."

"But I haven't spent enough time with the young master, and without a heavy bait, there's no way I could catch him."

"General Qing, you are the only savior for our young master! Don't hesitate any longer, hurry!"

Qingchi gritted his teeth and hurriedly took the fishing rod, casting the line under Luo Si's guidance.

This step went quite smoothly, after all, Qingchi lived in the gloomy, dark, and damp swamp and had relatively rich fishing experience.

The tributary of the River of Oblivion was relatively clear, and Qingchi and Luo Si could see the fishhook probing into the tributary and getting caught on Ning Zhuo's body.

Qingchi was overjoyed and quickly raised his fishing rod, wanting to catch his lover ashore.

The fishhook was firmly caught on Ning Zhuo's clothes. The fishing rod bent, and the fishing line stretched taut, but it couldn't lift the rod at all; instead, it drooped as Ning Zhuo sank.

Qing Chi's heart skipped a beat as he recalled Luo Si's instructions.

She must use her past memories and feelings as bait to rescue her beloved!
(End of this chapter)