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

As Chen turned a corner, he saw a figure who had been waiting for a long time.

The man's chest was wide open, revealing his shriveled chest and faintly visible ribs.

It was Pan Nanjun.

He leaned against a pillar, waved to Chen, and said in a somewhat languid voice:

"Your supernatural power is really convenient."

They didn't even need to dig a grave; they just pulled me all the way from Dongting Lake.

Chen glanced at him, but didn't stop walking:

"Why aren't you focusing on recovering? What brings you here?"

Pan Nanjun sighed and followed:

"Still so direct..."

His voice lowered, tinged with worry:

"I want to ask you, why did you send them to their deaths?"

You should know that my disciples are currently not very good at fighting the Three True Ones.

Chen stopped and turned around.

He looked at Pan Nanjun, his blood-red pupils completely unmoved:

"The first half of this event has already been witnessed."

Even if I don't send them, they'll die sooner or later anyway.

His voice was calm:

"It would be better to let them go forward and expend some energy, so that we can..."

He squinted his eyes. "Let's play the second half."

Pan Nanjun remained silent for a moment.

He felt that Chen was selling off his family's land without any remorse.

It's truly unpleasant to have your hard-earned savings wiped out in one go by someone else.

Pan Nanjun sighed, his voice behind the bronze mask carrying a hint of helplessness:

"Then it's up to you."

I'm also giving you my seven trusted confidants; I hope you'll make good use of them.

Chen nodded calmly without saying a word.

Then he asked:

"How's the situation over there in the wilderness?"

Pan Nanjun's voice lowered slightly:

"It will take a little more time."

Chen sighed: "I hope he can make it."

Otherwise, even a mere instant of 36,000 powerful magical talismans would be beyond our ability to withstand.

Chen didn't answer, and turned to leave.

Pan Nanjun stood there, watching his figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and sighed softly.

"In the end, they were the instigators of the first war of cause and effect."

Such unyielding spirit is truly admirable…

Chen hadn't walked more than a few steps.

Suddenly, someone came running up from the side corridor, carrying a scroll of bamboo slips in his hands, panting heavily:

"Sect Master, this is the list of all the medium-level supernatural corpses."

Chen took it, unfolded the bamboo slip, and quickly glanced at it.

The handwriting on it was neat and densely packed with names, supernatural powers, cultivation levels, and destinations.

"This time the efficiency was quite good."

He rolled up the bamboo slips and put them into his sleeve. "Go now. Our sect leader is resting in the secret chamber."

"Yes!"

The man bowed and withdrew.

Chen walked through several corridors and arrived at a hidden secret room.

He took out an incense stick from his sleeve, rubbed it with his fingertips, and the tip of the incense lit up with a red glow.

He inserted the incense into the incense burner, and wisps of smoke rose slowly, drifting through the secret room.

Chen sat cross-legged on the futon and closed his eyes.

The magical power surged, and the temperature in the secret chamber suddenly dropped.

The wisps of smoke gathered in mid-air, gradually outlining a human figure.

He has heterochromia, a slender figure, and wears clothing from Penglai.

The primordial spirit floated in mid-air, its arms clasped together:

"You're so slow! I've been waiting for you for ages."

His voice was clear and bright, carrying a kind of composure that made people inexplicably uncomfortable.

"So, did you get the list?"

Chen snorted coldly and remained silent.

He took out the bamboo scroll from his sleeve and tossed it casually. The scroll flew steadily toward Hai Shan's primordial spirit.

Hai Shan reached out and caught it, unfolded it and glanced at it, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming.

"Yes, it's the same as back then."

He rolled up the bamboo slips again, tucked them into his sleeve, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Send it to your current senior."

"Just make sure he doesn't find any trace of me."

Chen stared at him, his blood-red pupils filled with vigilance:

"I hope you will keep your promise."

Hai Shan gave him a rather strange look:

"Do you have any other choice but to listen to me now?"

His voice carried a certain certainty that seemed perfectly natural:

"You don't actually think those guys who have lived six lifetimes and five reincarnations can beat me, do you?"

Chen's face stiffened, and he remained silent.

Hai Shan waved his hand, his tone becoming casual:

Don't worry, don't worry.

"My senior brother's Book of Life and Death is in my hands; all of you people of Fucheng will be safe and sound."

Chen was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Hai Shan's primordial spirit gradually faded, like a wisp of mist dissipating in the sunlight.

Chen was left alone in the secret room.

He watched the last wisp of smoke from the burning incense stick burn out, and slowly closed his eyes.

He sighed deeply.

He then took out a bamboo slip and added some content to it.

【The Great Lord of All Spirits】

I have infiltrated the Nine Realms Gate and gained their trust.

Currently, all the medium-level magical corpses within the sect have been dispatched by me to the Shaanxi region.

Please take a look.

Chapter 56 Burn Zhang Da's Divine Power Talisman for You!

After receiving confirmation of the news, they were able to get help from Jinmiao and others.

The group quickly took Yun Qing's body, along with Chu Kui's, to the Thousand Machines Hall.

After learning that Wang Yan, the former supreme ruler of Jintai Pear Garden, was actually inside Chu Kui's body.

Jin Miao quickly contacted Wumingzi.

The situation was explained in just a few words.

Looking at Wang Yan before him, Wumingzi was also filled with doubt and surprise.

"How have you lived for so long?"

"Even if you're living in the form of an object, you've lived for over a thousand years, haven't you?"

Wang Yan gave a wry smile and spread his hands:

"How should I know? I've just opened my eyes."

His voice was low and deep, carrying an indescribable weariness.

“I heard you were looking for Xinmei, so I came.”

"Chen Xinmei..."

Gao Haoguang chewed on the name, his gray brows furrowing.