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Chapter 1312: Chapter 709: Meeting an Old Friend, Returning to the Tianzhu Realm

Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng felt a chill in his heart and an even more urgent desire to return home.

In an instant, he shifted away once more.

...

Deep within the White Bone Abyss, the yin wind howled, and black clouds covered the sky, yet a "Crescent Moon" hung in mid-air.

This "Crescent Moon" was extremely thin, appearing like a slightly curved "line of light," stretching no less than a hundred miles.

At this moment, directly below the "Crescent Moon," atop the majestic and grand White Bone Mountain Peak, stood a Bone Palace over a hundred zhang tall. The palace was entirely white, without any decorations on the outside, appearing to be built from billions of bones, exuding a constant eerie and cold aura.

The internal space of the Bone Palace was enormous, with dozens of giant bone pillars, each as thick as three people could encircle, standing on the ground. Hundreds of skull fire basins hung on the four walls of the palace, emitting a green ghost fire, making the entire hall appear even darker and more sinister.

In the deepest part of the great hall, on a high platform, stood a white bone throne made of countless human and demon skulls.

Curiously, while the wind howled outside, the great hall inside was extremely silent, with not a sound to be heard.

"Clang clang"

On that white bone throne, the figure of a frail "person" suddenly raised that dry face ever so slightly, causing the crystal chains entwined around her body to emit a sound of metal friction.

This person’s cheeks were sunken, their face dry, and a row of sinister fangs was exposed from a broken mouth. Wearing a tattered armor, with skin exposed that was blue and black, they resembled a green-faced zombie with long fangs.

Upon closer inspection, her limbs and the vital areas of her chest and abdomen were all wrapped with chains as thick as an arm. One end of these chains extended in all directions, covering the entire hall, with the other ends burrowing underground, connected secretly to the remaining Earth Veins.

At this moment, her originally tightly shut eyes suddenly opened a sliver, revealing pupils entirely white, and a strange expression appeared on her blue-black dry face.

"The breath of a living person, who could it be? Jiu’er!"

The powerful Corpse King let out a low growl, her voice hoarse and deep, as if filled with sand.

No sooner had the words fallen than the eastern wall suddenly twisted and blurred, from which emerged a lean man in a Daoist robe.

The man’s face was shrouded in a layer of black light, his body slightly blurred. As soon as he appeared, he knelt on the ground, respectfully calling out:

"Ancestor, for what matter do you summon your grandson?"

The Corpse King growled, "A living person has trespassed the Forbidden Land, go capture him and bring him back."

"Yes, Ancestor! Xiao Jiu will be right back!"

With that, the lean man’s body became blurry, about to disappear from the palace.

At that very moment, a completely unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in the hall: "No need to go! I have already arrived!"

The one who spoke was Zhao Sheng, who had shifted in.

As soon as he appeared, an overwhelming force like the vast ocean instantly enveloped the entire hall.

Neither the Corpse King nor the Golden Core ghostly creatures could move, frozen on the spot by the pressure!

Zhao Sheng glanced around the hall, his gaze suddenly stopping on the face of the Corpse King, his expression slightly startled.

Scrutinizing that vaguely familiar face, he was silent for a moment, then abruptly asked, "Are you... Zhao Yueru?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall changed dramatically.

The Corpse King’s body trembled, the chain sounds clattering chaotically.

"Who... are you? How do you recognize this king’s appearance before death?" The Corpse King growled repeatedly, voice even more hoarse and deep.

Sigh!

Zhao Sheng let out a long sigh, slowly recalling that radiant figure from past memories, almost unable to reconcile it with the grim zombie before him.

Who knew what astonishing change had occurred in the past!

The Zhao Yueru he had once regarded highly had turned into this undead ghostly form.

Now, she was a Nascent Soul Flying Sky Netherworld King, and bore the important mission of guarding the two realms’ passageway.

"You needn’t ask who I am! I merely wish to return to the Tianzhu Realm through the Time-Space Rift. Do not fear, I am a friend, not a foe!"

Having said that, Zhao Sheng flicked his finger, sending a flash of Flowing Light into Zhao Yueru’s body.

In an instant, Zhao Yueru seemed as if she had taken a Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pill, her momentum soared continually, her entire body bursting forth in great swaths of eerie black light, the Soul Suppressing Chains confining her clattering incessantly, suddenly emitting radiant spirit light.

"Ancestor!" Ghost King Xiao Jiu shouted in shock upon witnessing this.

At this time, Zhao Sheng appeared as if nothing had happened, nodded seemingly satisfied, then once again tossed a Storage Bag onto the ground before suddenly vanishing without a trace.

Just after two breaths, a more immense and terrifying Divine Thought pressure descended from the hall’s ceiling, Ghost King Xiao Jiu screamed in terror, quickly burrowing underground, not daring to reveal the slightest ghost body.

Fortunately, this terrifying pressure appeared quickly and disappeared just as fast!

In the blink of an eye, the pressure mysteriously dissipated, leaving only Zhao Yueru roaring repeatedly within the hall.

...

The time and space bizarre and manifold, yet passed away in an instant.

As Zhao Sheng once more opened his eyes, before him was a brand new world.

The Heavenly Vault was filled with dark clouds, gusts of yin wind, and the air was permeated by a strange stench.

Overlooking the land, the surface was actually sunken into a massive depression, forming a basin nearly a thousand miles in diameter, with the surrounding terrain uneven and riddled with potholes, vaguely reminiscent of that world-shaking battle of years past.

In the distance, a sprawling and continuous Great Wall could be vaguely seen on the horizon.

That was once the Golden Wall, which, after thousands of years of weathering, had degenerated into a dilapidated war relic.

Gazing down at the land below, Zhao Sheng’s face bore a deep expression of remembrance.

In those days of golden spears and iron horses, a single battle determined the fate of the two realms!

Now, countless extraordinary talents have been washed away by the winds and rains, with few still enjoying freedom today!

Mad Monk, Pig Emperor, Heavenly Termination Immortal, Zhao Xuanjing, Zhao Changdu, Zhao Qingbi... countless figures flashed one by one through his mind, like a kaleidoscope.

In the blink of an eye, millennia had passed, old friends had joined the earth, time has always been so cruel and unkind!

"Hey, report your name!"

A voice, filled with hostility, abruptly interrupted Zhao Sheng’s thoughts.

He looked up to see a Cloud Boat rushing over, upon which stood a broad-shouldered, long-haired Great Han, who eyed him warily, holding a blood-colored banner.

More hoarse and deep.