The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 874 Those people are truly insane! (2nd update)
This tension probably stems from the feeling that all the speculations will be resolved in just a few seconds, and there's absolutely no time to miss it.

The crack stopped healing halfway through, and the ice coffin's healing process stalled.

This scene made Yun Ran's mind race with a thought: what if the magic weapon caused enough cracks...

Junior Uncle has already come to the conclusion: "Not enough!"

Yunran counted them; there were 34 magical artifacts.

Including the one that broke on the ground, there are only 35 in total.

Unfortunately, she broke one of them just now. It's a pity, because maybe the final variable lies in this magical artifact?

Hey, that’s not right!

Those within the Xuanmen (Taoist) community have a particular sensitivity to the number of such magical artifacts.

For example, numbers like nine, twelve, thirty-six, seventy-two, and so on.

Yunran's gaze immediately fell on the dragon spirit, who had already drawn half of the Purple Imperial Talisman.

Wow, this guy really does have some talent in talisman-making. When she was learning this talisman, it took her a whole day to learn it.

However, now is not the time to marvel at Long Ling's talent.

"Why are there only thirty-five? Did you not collect them all?"

Long Ling turned her head and looked over, listening to Yun Ran's words, and replied.

"Oh, when I was out before, I gave, oh no, I lent one to Xie Xuzhi."

At the time, he felt that this magical artifact would be very useful if it were used to strike other restless creatures.

This was lent out to reduce the pressure on the little paper doll.

Yunran: ...

This person's perfectly matching magical artifacts were just taken apart by the Dragon Spirit!
Yunran suddenly felt like she couldn't catch her breath.

Now, she seems to understand a little better the distress her master felt every time he saw her distributing the magical artifacts in her hands.

Perhaps Yun Ran's hatred for him was too obvious, for Long Ling asked in a somewhat weak tone, "Is there a problem?"

Of course there's a problem, a really big problem!
With only 34 magical artifacts, the cracks in the ice coffin are already unable to heal. If all 36 were still there, perhaps they would have already taken down the ice coffin.

At this moment, Yunran completely forgot about the fact that she had also broken one of her hairs earlier.

It's often said that people easily forgive their own mistakes, yet treat the same mistakes of others as unforgivable acts.

Long Ling wasn't the kind of person who would foolishly wait for someone to answer his questions.

His gaze then turned towards the direction of the ice coffin.

Then he paused. He had tried before to leave his mark on the ice coffin.

In the end, however, half of his strength was absorbed by the ice coffin. If it weren't for the broken dragon providing him with energy, he would still be carrying the dragon horns.

He doesn't like that little dragon look, no matter who likes it!
The scene before him told him that these magical artifacts he had 'picked up' had such great power when used together!

"So, the formation in the underground palace was there to suppress this ice coffin!"

These words were like a key, instantly unlocking some of their previous confusion or points that didn't make sense.

"Could it be that the fog we saw before was the work of those black-robed men, whose purpose was to kill all the living beings still inside the Demon-Sealing Tower?"

But will the final power of the mist be absorbed by this ice coffin? And is the formation, primarily composed of these magical artifacts, meant to prevent the spirit within the ice coffin from awakening?

If that's the case, then everything before makes sense.

Thinking of this, Yunran recalled the skeletons she had discovered earlier.

Instantly, a chill ran up from the soles of my feet.

This behavior could not possibly be the first time it has happened.

Over the centuries, such so-called 'cleansing' may have occurred many, many times.

"But why?" These actions could barely be described as providing nourishment to the spirit of the Demon-Sealing Tower, yet they were also suppressing it from awakening.

"Of course, the spirit of this artifact is sleeping soundly, which makes it even more useful to them."

Those men in black robes neither wanted the spirit to die from exhaustion of its energy, nor could they allow it to awaken and escape their control.

Now, not only Yunran felt a chill run down her spine, but even the dragon spirit, who hadn't taken other living beings too seriously, felt a slight sense of unease.

"Those people are really crazy!"

Especially at times like these, Yunran's mind raced, and she remembered what Xie Xuzhi, that so-called teacher, had said before.

He needs Xie Xuzhi's blood, and even Yun Ran's life, as a sacrifice.

Yun Ran immediately looked at Long Ling: "Take us to the place where you found this ice coffin!"

Dragon Spirit: ...

He had taken such a long detour that he had completely forgotten the way.

But seeing Yun Ran's words, which clearly brooked no refusal, Long Ling swallowed the words she wanted to say she didn't remember.

It's just finding it again. He's a dragon spirit after all. He can't be stumped by such a small thing.

Ha, absolutely not!

Long Ling resignedly stood up and prepared to lead the way.

But then Yunran said, "Pull this ice coffin up!"

Dragon Spirit: ...

They're really just taking advantage of him!

After a moment of anger, Long Ling obediently started dragging the ice coffin.

Because he's the only whole person here right now.

Yunran seemed to have recovered, but the magical artifact's attempt to strip away her soul had still affected her, leaving her with unsteady steps.

As for Junior Uncle, he is now just a phantom. Even if Long Ling had the strength to pull him, he would be too embarrassed to slack off.

He had just managed to gain some favor with his junior uncle, and if he dared to slack off, he would be letting down all his previous efforts!

Long Ling pulled the ice coffin back with all her might.

at the same time.

At the Kyoto Special Administration Headquarters, Xuan Yuan Yao looked at himself in the mirror and saw that dozens more strands of white hair had grown.

On that handsome face, faint lines began to appear.

All signs point to one outcome.

That is, the flow of time within him, which had long since stopped, has truly been restarted.

This also means that a major change has occurred on the other side of the Death Mountain.

Xuanyuan Yao was somewhat irritated. In order to isolate the Demon Locking Tower from external influences, they used the Yin Moon Stone to block the other side's communication methods.

But now some problems have arisen, leaving him in a very passive position, with no idea where the problems lie.

Xuanyuan Yao had no choice but to pick up the phone again and make the call.

The call was answered quickly.

"I am very dissatisfied with your current efficiency!"

The person on the other end of the phone felt a chill run down their spine upon hearing this.

Those who received similar evaluations in the past are now nothing but dust.

(End of this chapter)