I picked up the scattered attributes

As talents personally selected by Emperor Xuanwu, they naturally wouldn't harbor even the slightest bit of wishful thinking to have reached this point.

"But... what exactly is it?"

Qingyue Xiaotong couldn't help but swallow.

Among everyone present, he was the youngest and had the lowest cultivation level.

Although he has always looked down on everyone and made "outrageous remarks" when he went to Qianqiu Valley, he always believed that as long as he had enough time, he could surpass everything.

However, when facing a strange and powerful enemy, the enemy will not give him enough time to grow stronger.

"I...I'm only eleven years old..."

Qingyue shivered, her lips turning pale.

Outside the ancient king's chariot, darkness was thick and gray mist was swirling. Even with the cultivation of the Yuan Dan realm, it was difficult to see through the gray mist and see what lay behind the darkness.

Perhaps for this reason, the supernatural power used by the Wind Sect Leader's partner has now lost its effect and is unable to connect the two of them.

"Your Majesty, is the entrance you mentioned... really here?" Mo Zi'an asked worriedly. "In my opinion, it would be best to wait for Sect Leader Feng to return, and then we can join forces to search for the entrance to the third level. That would be much safer..."

"Sect Leader Feng has been gone for many days, and we cannot wait indefinitely."

Upon hearing this, Mo Lianque shook his head helplessly: "According to the calculations of our ancestors, this is our last chance. As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth declines, Xuanwu Kingdom is gradually weakening, and the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is also gradually weakening. And this era... is the moment when the gap in strength between our two sides is the smallest!"

How could he not long for Fengxia's return?

Unfortunately, time really waits for no one!

If we miss this era, then it will be the last era.

From this day forward, the countless human races of the Xuanwu Kingdom will almost never have the chance to rise again, generation after generation, for thousands of years.

For the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, this may be a trivial matter, but for the Xuanwu Kingdom, it is undoubtedly a hopeless future!

"Let us move forward. My ancestors and I have been preparing for this day for far too long."

Mo Lianque took a breath, regulated his breathing, and regained his composure, his gaze calm: "It's better to rely on ourselves than on others. Even without the power of Sect Leader Feng, we must achieve complete success in this battle!"

The atmosphere inside the ancient king's chariot gradually became oppressive.

Mo Lianque silently added a sentence in his heart:

“My ancestors… have been waiting here for far too long!”

Boom——

The ancient king's chariot soared into the sky, transforming into a magnificent streak of light, like a shooting star piercing the heavens, illuminating the darkness in all directions.

Shortly after that, the darkness suddenly stirred.

It was not the light that dispelled the darkness, but the darkness itself that was writhing, like an endless curtain of sky moving along the desolate land!

High up, some distance away, a gray mist suddenly surged and coalesced into figures.

They varied in size, some were male, some were female, and some were even of different races. However, they were all composed of gray mist, their faces blurred, making it impossible to see their true appearance.

"Our divided souls... have been destroyed..."

"Who on earth made this move? Not a single memory of the divided soul's death has been transmitted back!"

"I can sense that the divided soul was in great pain before it died, as if it had gone through endless torment. What exactly did it encounter, and what did it see before that?"

One after another, figures shrouded in gray mist spoke, as if they were discussing something, with many different voices ringing out every moment.

Over millions of years, they have split into countless fragments of their souls. These fragments are not without death. However, it is said that after a fragment dies, its memories should return to the original body!

But this time, something unexpected happened.

The divided soul died, but it didn't transmit any of its memories back.

"It's alright, it's just a fragment of a soul. If it dies, it dies. We can just create another one."

Just then, a rather tall figure of gray mist spoke: "More than three thousand years have passed, and the restrictions left by the Grand Preceptor Lingyun back then can hardly trap us anymore."

"Right now, there are only two things that really need our attention."

"One is the current Demon Emperor. This boy is not strong in cultivation, but he has many tricks up his sleeve. He has repeatedly delayed our chance to break the seal. If we hadn't tricked him away this time, the time for us to show it again would probably have been postponed even further."

"As for the Celestial Pattern Divine Kingdom, which is dead but not yet dead..."

At this point, all the figures in the gray mist paused for a moment.

Immediately, the tall voice sneered: "The Heavenly Pattern Divine Kingdom, do you really think no one knows their scheme? They want to resurrect the Supreme Demon Dragon Emperor and eternally annihilate us, along with this world, into the primordial chaos?"

"It's nothing but wishful thinking!"

"Let's send another branch of their souls. Since they've been longing for this for so many years, let's completely destroy their hopes and make them watch their ancestral land... become our backyard for growth and expansion!"

"To be on the safe side, to cut off all their hopes, and to prevent any further accidents, let's use the soul power of a True Spirit Realm expert this time."

Chi chi chi——

At that moment, the gray fog seemed to boil.

A shadow fell from the sky, seemingly with a clear target, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared beside a woman.

"Xiuer".

"what!"

Hearing the voice behind her, the woman immediately screamed, but then she came to her senses with a look of surprise: "Your Highness! Is that you, Your Highness? It really is you?"

"it's me."

The voice paused for a moment before speaking calmly.

"It's so good that you're alright!" Upon hearing this, the woman patted her chest vigorously and let out a long sigh of relief. "I knew it! Your Highness, your divine might is unparalleled. How could Xia Donghai possibly do anything to you?"

After the Holy Son was killed, Mo Zhongxiu became extremely fearful and uneasy.

After all, she left her homeland and came here alone, and her greatest reliance was on that Holy Prince!

If the Holy Son were to truly perish, she would become utterly alone, a rootless duckweed, with no choice but to carefully hide herself and prevent anyone from discovering her existence.

This is also why she chose to act alone after entering the second level.

However, Mo Zhongxiu is in an unprecedentedly happy mood right now.

because……

His Highness the Holy Son has returned!

"Your Highness, what are you going to do next?" she asked cautiously, suppressing her excitement.

"Enter the third level and wipe them all out!"

The Holy Son spoke each word clearly.

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Chapter 0379

"Someone has already entered the third level?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zhongxiu immediately became alert.

As far as she knew, those who could enter the second level of the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum were already one in a hundred, truly the elite of the elite.

Entering the third level is even more difficult!

Because the entrance to the third level is mobile, its coordinates are constantly changing.

To find it, one must either possess sufficient power to search the entire second level in an instant and pinpoint the location of the entrance.

Alternatively, you have to master the transformation rules of the entrance coordinates and, after extremely complex calculations, wait ahead of it on its path!

Furthermore, the second method is not simpler than the first.

The calculation process is incredibly complex, requiring the deduction of massive amounts of information. Those with slightly weaker cultivation levels may not be able to withstand it in the blink of an eye, their soul power will dry up, and their brains will boil!

"Regardless of whether anyone enters, this time, the third level is destined to become a forbidden zone."

The Holy Son slowly emerged from the darkness. Mo Zhongxiu only glanced at him before she froze on the spot, overwhelmed by an intense wave of terror.

In Mo Zhongxiu's memory, although the Holy Son's true form was a demon, he was usually a handsome young man.

She had also fantasized about what an honor it would be if the Holy Son could marry her and she could become rich and powerful overnight.

But what did she see at that moment?

It was clearly just a gray ghostly figure!

Although it was still the voice of the Holy Son, no matter how you looked at it, it was just a hazy gray mist, sometimes twisting and twitching, without thickness, without warmth, and without even complete facial features.

In what is roughly the position of the face, only one eye is open, its inner light radiating endless ferocity, as if even a single glance could devour a person's soul!

"you you……"

Mo Zhongxiu retreated a few steps in terror.

Is this still the same holy son who once captivated her?

"Ok?"

At this moment, the figure formed from the gray mist frowned, a cold glint appearing in its single eye, and said coldly, "Don't waste time. I have come to you with an important task."

The moment that eye fixed on him, Mo Zhongxiu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.