The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

"This is the easiest year?!"

"If I hadn't come up with a quick thinking idea, I would have really been in trouble this time!"

Pan Nanjun wholeheartedly agreed.

That makes sense.

Zhuo Zhao looked down at Jiang Mingzi's broken body.

The robes were torn.

His chest was pierced.

The left arm was severed at the shoulder.

It was covered in cracks, looking like a piece of porcelain that could shatter completely at any moment.

But none of that matters.

As long as there is still the Eternal Bright King.

As long as we can reach the future.

They will find an opportunity to recover!

Thinking about this...

Zhuo Zhao grinned again.

In short.

"The light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains."

"We lost in 1906, and that's that."

"Let's go win this game!"

She waved her remaining right hand forward, displaying a certain boldness reminiscent of a captain giving the order to set sail.

"Jiang Mingzi, depart!"

"Prepare to save the prison from famine!"

The words fell.

The Eternal Bright King operates once again.

The completely manipulated corpse is like a sophisticated puppet, going against the current along the causal connections between the six lifetimes and five worlds.

His form vanished completely from time.

Heading straight for a hundred years from now.

However, Zhuo Zhao and the others did not discover it.

In 1906, a year they considered utterly worthless and even wished to avoid forever.

Xia Chuan's mood fluctuated.

Although he did win, he let Liu Sheng Wu Shi escape.

This group has already begun traveling through time, but he

But the next moment, he felt a tremor.

He looked down.

A blood-red primordial spirit was quietly floating in the palm of his hand.

"The patriarch?!"

Xia Chuan then realized what was happening.

Jiang Mingzi's primordial spirit was captured by the [Spirit Binding and General Command] technique.

So logically speaking, he is now in charge.

He originally thought that Jiang Mingzi's soul had completely fallen into the madness of the Dharma Corpse.

But at the moment.

It has been freed from the physical body tainted by the true blood of all things.

He was forcibly awakened again and again through the summoning of spirits and generals.

That primordial spirit from 525 AD was trembling incessantly.

The blood color gradually faded from his eyes.

A faint, yet undeniably clear-headed glimmer of understanding appeared, belonging to Jiang Mingzi herself.

"You actually have intelligence?!"

Xia Chuan quickly moved closer.

Jiang Mingzi's primordial spirit was extremely weak.

His lips kept opening and closing, but he could only make intermittent breathy sounds.

Xia Chuan brought his ear close to his mouth.

Finally, I could hear the sound that was almost blown away by the wind.

【go……】

[Develop all industries...]

Jiang Mingzi struggled to raise one finger.

Pointing to the distant, withered, almost skeletal, crimson figure.

[Use...your supernatural powers.]

Chapter 115 Paradox: Supernatural Powers, Truth and Delusion Converge! (5.7K)

The year is 2020 AD.

Today's gate.

In the spacious hall, dozens of figures were either sitting or standing.

"ended."

Gu Shifang curled his lip:

"As soon as Gao Haoguang comes back, this guy is completely finished."

"Even if the High Immortal Lord cannot return for the time being, Hai Shan will be resurrected sooner or later."

"With those two guarding it, how can Wanye ever turn things around?"

"Turn over?"

Another Yan You scoffed.

"To be able to leave behind a little bit of true blood and prolong one's life is already quite an achievement."

"Jiang Mingzi, Xia Chuan, Hai Shan, Gao Haoguang."

"Throughout history, how many monsters have emerged from the Three Realms?"

"It would be bad luck to run into even one of them, but now we've offended a whole bunch."

"If not death, then who will?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Gu Shifang sat on a wooden chair, resting his chin on one hand, gazing at the desolation frozen in mid-air in the light screen.

He suddenly let out a long sigh.

"It's the same script every year."

"I'm so tired of seeing it."

There was little sense of relief or joy in Gu Shifang's tone.

Instead, it carries a sense of boredom, like watching a play too many times.

Someone next to him turned to look at him.

What script?

Gu Shifang stretched out his hand and tapped on each of the figures in the light screen.

"What other script could it be?"

Gu Shifang shook his head.

"Next, it's just a matter of waiting for someone to come back and collect the body."

"What's there to guess about the ending?"

Wu Yuanzhen leaned against a stone pillar.

Upon hearing this, he glanced at Gu Shifang.

"If it weren't for this script, would you still be sitting here talking?"

Gu Shifang turned his head: "What do you mean?"

Wu Yuanzhen pointed to the desolation in the light screen.

"What if Sanzhen really loses?"

“Every single one of us has to be Wanye’s dog.”

Gu Shifang remained silent.

Yan You stood in front of the light screen, his hands behind his back.

His gaze remained fixed on the frozen meteorite.

After a moment of silence, he spoke with emotion:

"These two brothers are both outrageous."