Wanwan is not Wanwan: Who will spoil you after you are reborn?

When Shen Wanwan and the others reached the end of the stone steps, they took a deep breath upon seeing the scene before them.

Before climbing the stone steps, they had guessed that the altar was at the top of the mountain, but they never expected to see such a scene upon reaching the top—

Seven stone pillars stand around the altar, with one person hanging from each pillar—six adults and one child.

The altar was filled with people—or more precisely, people who were dead or dying. Among them, a few were dressed in soldiers' uniforms, but most were dressed as ordinary villagers.

In the center of the altar stood an old man in black robes, none other than the National Preceptor of Japan. He sat cross-legged in meditation, and a round vessel floated about a foot in front of him.

Above the altar, Ye Tianlan was surrounded by six bronze lamps, as if frozen in mid-air, completely still.

"Uncle has been taken into custody!" Little Candle Dragon exclaimed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Nangong Wanning stared at the people on the stone pillar, "Those are Mother and Guangguang, and..."

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, her breathing became rapid, and her legs trembled slightly.

They were clearly told not to leave the princess's residence, so why are they here?

Shen Wanwan's heart was in her throat, and her complexion was not much better than Nangong Wanning's.

She bit her lip tightly, and noticing the strange behavior of the person beside her, she quickly reached out to stop him.

"Wan Ning, don't get agitated. We will definitely save everyone."

Even the emperor's elder brother was trapped, which shows how strange this place is, and it is definitely not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

"But……"

With red eyes, Nangong Wanning looked up at the sky. Even her cousin, the Crown Prince, had been affected. Could they really save him?

Since she began cultivating spiritual power, she can see things that ordinary people cannot.

Most of the people under the stone pillar were shrouded in a thin layer of black smoke. One after another, phantom figures left the bodies of those who were still alive and, drawn by the black smoke, walked toward the vessel in front of the Grand Preceptor.

The black smoke from the altar, like countless threads, all converged on the vessel and the imperial advisor.

All of this was also observed by Shen Wanwan and Gu Beichen.

The Grand Preceptor appeared motionless, yet he was constantly controlling everything on the altar.

Xie Moxuan couldn't see the black smoke, but he could feel the strange power on the altar. He grabbed Nangong Wanning's other hand and said, "Ning'er, don't worry. There's a formation here. We have to find a way to break it first. Otherwise, we won't be able to save them, and we might be trapped here like them."

Gu Beichen frowned, his gaze shifting between the seven stone pillars and the six bronze lamps in the air.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the legendary Big Dipper Formation. Each of the six bronze lamps represents a position in the formation, and as for the formation's eye..."

His gaze fell on the vessel in front of the Grand Preceptor. "The seventh bronze lamp is over there. If we want to break the formation, we need to find a way to destroy that one..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

I always felt that the shape of the seventh bronze lamp was different from the other six.

However, this did not affect his judgment. All the black smoke gathered in it and then connected with the Grand Preceptor. It was clear that the living soul was refined through it and then used for his purposes.

Xie Moxuan couldn't see these things, but he could sense the eerie undercurrent in the air. Moreover, like Gu Beichen, he had some knowledge of formations, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

"The key to breaking the formation lies in it. Among us, the only one who can barely fight the Grand Preceptor is Little Candle Dragon. As long as it can..."

His idea was simple: Little Candle Dragon would hold off the Imperial Preceptor, he and Gu Beichen would break the formation, and the three girls would rescue people.

The whispers of the group reached Ye Tianlan's ears in mid-air without a single word being missed.

He was extremely anxious at this moment.

When the familiar voice reached his ears, he wanted to remind everyone to hurry up, but he found that he could not only not move, but he could not even open his mouth to speak. He could only watch helplessly as everyone walked up the stone steps to the altar.

Hearing their discussion made him break out in a cold sweat.

He could hear the specifics of their discussion, so how could the Grand Preceptor not hear them?

He could understand Wan'er and his cousin Ning's eagerness to save lives, but what exactly was going on with those two?

Are they all brainless?

Little Candle Dragon suddenly spoke up: "But Father, this is not a good matter..."

"speak English!"

Meeting Gu Beichen's gaze, Little Candle Dragon shrank back. "Alright, Father didn't see wrong. This is indeed the Big Dipper Formation, a formation arranged according to the positions of the Big Dipper. It borrows the power of the stars in its form, which is an extremely powerful force."

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

Even if it were at its peak strength, let alone now that it is just a cub, it could only fight to a draw with a powerhouse who has just mastered the power of stars.

The power of stars is a branch of the power of chaos, how could ordinary mortals like them possibly deal with it?

With their current strength, breaking the formation? Dream on!

Gu Beichen looked at the little candle dragon, "Even if you fight with all your might, do you have a chance of winning?"

Little Candle Dragon shook his head, "Even if this formation only borrows power in form, the power of the stars is simply too strong. According to the strength of you humans, my current strength is at most the early stage of Foundation Establishment. This level of strength is simply not enough to contend with it."

Little Candle Dragon's words plunged everyone's hearts into despair.

Meeting Gu Beichen's disdainful gaze, the little candle dragon quickly tried to salvage the situation: "It's not my fault that I'm weak. Don't forget, I've only been out of my shell for a few days."

It's already quite good that it has its current strength. If it weren't for the space, it wouldn't even be able to take human form, which would make it truly weak.

Nangong Wanning clenched his fists. "Are we just going to do nothing and watch them die? No, I can't do that..."

"Wan Ning, calm down!"

Shen Wanwan's eyes reddened. "It's not that we don't want to save them, but we need to discuss it before we act. Otherwise, if we get into danger before we even start, how can we talk about saving them? Besides, they would never want to see us in danger because of saving them."

Little Candle Dragon suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? Why does that old codger look so much younger than before?"

It clearly remembered that when it lifted the old man's veil, it saw a wrinkled old face that was even more unsightly than tree bark, but the face it saw now looked at least ten years younger.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the Imperial Preceptor.

Nangong Wanning casually wiped the corner of his eye, glanced at the Grand Preceptor, and then his gaze swept over the person trapped on the altar.

Previously unnoticed, after the soul left the body, the black smoke guided the soul forward, and the remaining body was no longer surrounded by black smoke.

Therefore, it can be seen that those who do not have black smoke on their bodies are all dead.

"No, we have to save them immediately, otherwise they'll die, they really will die..."

If the soul leaves the body and is drawn into that dark, indistinct thing, there is no chance of survival.

Without further hesitation, Nangong Wanning broke free from their hands and strode into the altar.