"If we lose, let's go get some drinks." The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse.

Wang Ling felt a bit helpless, "Uncle Quan, it's almost the fifteenth, let's have a drink after we defend the city."

Wang Quan smirked with an indifferent expression, "It's uncertain if we can even stay in the city until the fifteenth."

"Don't." Wang Ling's heart skipped a beat, quickly stopping his uncle from speaking recklessly.

For nearly a month, quite a few people indeed went missing from the Inner City.

Disappeared?

Perhaps, but the uncle and nephew knew where the elders disappeared.

The Divine Worship Hall!

Once you enter the hall, you never come out.

What did Lord Qiang Xiu do to the believers, and where did those Jianghai disciples go?

No one knew.

"Go, buy some drinks." Wang Quan waved his hand casually.

Wang Ling had no choice but to get up and walk towards the door.

Yan Shuangzi faintly deduced something from their conversation.

These are two Great Powers from the Sea Realm; if they don't stay in the city, where else can they go?

The depths of the Demon Cave?

Or perhaps they've been sent to guard other city districts?

Wherever they go, they will face the chaos of the fifteenth, making Wang Ling's persuasion for a drink a common argument.

So, digging deeper, the implication of the man's words is the uncertainty if the uncle and nephew will even survive before the fifteenth.

Yan Shuangzi frowned slightly, analyzing calmly.

In the Human World, Yangyang Sea roams freely, and the Qiang Xiu sect even possesses the Instant Teleportation Technique.

So what kind of presence could make a member of the Yangyang Sea feel uncertain about tomorrow's life or death?

There's one and only answer: Qiang Xiu!

Yan Shuangzi knew well that All Gods never regarded humans as equals, yet also knew that they wouldn't arbitrarily demolish Sea Realm believers.

Thinking this through, she suddenly realized!

Perhaps there is no need to elevate the matter to life and death; the man might just feel uncertain about his future fate and whereabouts.

Which means...

Yan Shuangzi analyzed meticulously, considering the possibility of the two being thrown into Holy Spirit Mountain.

On the Heavenly Realm Battlefield, the God Demon camp suffered heavy losses, and the Lord God should indeed respond swiftly, casting disciples into the Land of Gu Raising.

They need to quickly nurture powerful Heavenly Realm Great Powers to join the Heavenly Realm Battlefield.

Deng Yuxiang toyed unconsciously with his Xiling Blade, and a plan gradually took shape.

Should they meet in the mountains, it would be a good choice...

Day turns to night.

Time flew by and it was three days later.

In the early morning, a Sound Transmission Seal entered Yan Shuangzi's mind: [Sister, have you found them?]

[I found them.] Yan Shuangzi stood on the rooftop of the secluded courtyard, surveying the desolate Inner City.

[Oh?] Lu Ran suddenly became interested.

[Wang Ling is living with a middle-aged man, calling him Uncle Quan. I found information about this person online; his name is Wang Quan and he is a relative of Wang Ling.]

[Wang Quan?] Lu Ran was momentarily stunned.

Memories from years ago resurfaced in his mind.

[Does the master recognize him?]

[Indeed.] Lu Ran chuckled and shook his head, [Back in the day, Wang Quan and I defended Rain Alley City together when the Evil Spear Emperor attacked that night.

Additionally, it was the Night of Ghosts, plus the Demon Lord descended!

Goodness,~ do you know how I endured that night?]

Listening to the young man's chatter, Yan Shuangzi couldn't help but smile slightly, picturing his pouting face.

[...Sister? Are you listening?]

[Yes, I've been investigating in Rust City for a few days and discovered that many Great Powers have disappeared without reason in the past month. I suspect they've been thrown into Spirit Mountain by Qiang Xiu.]

[Oh?]

[Yes, this has been happening for only the past month.] Lu Ran was stirred, reflecting, [We started slaying gods from the fifteenth of last month.]

Yan Shuangzi analyzed, [Qiang Xiu probably wants human clan power. Now, the remaining Sea Realm believers in the city are older, and there's not much potential to be tapped, making it difficult to ascend to the Heavenly Realm.]

She paused, then continued, [The Wang family uncle and nephew are still strong and vigorous, likely to be thrown into the Mountain Realm at any time, what if we...]

Listening to the woman's thorough analysis, Lu Ran couldn't help but marvel, nodding repeatedly.

No wonder she's the prodigy of the younger generation of the North Wind Sect!

No wonder she's the Great Evil Shadow of my family!

Under normal circumstances, Qiang Xiu should keep Wang Ling trapped in the Human World, but now the situation has changed; the God Demon camp has suffered heavy losses, with the outlook quite grim.

The phenomenally talented Wang Tianjiao, thrown into the mountains to be nurtured, might ascend to the Heavenly Realm even faster.

And become an important force on the battlefield!

[Alright, then you continue to stay undercover...]

[Shh!] Lu Ran was cut off by Yan Shuangzi's hush directive in his mind.

Lu Ran: "..."

In a daze, he almost thought it was Deng Yuxiang giving the orders.

No wonder you're such good friends.

Lu Ran secretly grumbled but didn't dare to make a sound for fear of disturbing her.

Far away in Rust City, standing on the rooftop, Yan Shuangzi watched as the uncle and nephew duo, donned in neat attire, walked out of the small courtyard carrying long spears.

Wang Ling was always clean and neat, clad in a refined black outfit.

Yet the weathered man with disheveled hair took care of his appearance today, tying his long hair into a ponytail and wearing a smart outfit.

The crucial point was that both of them were carrying weapons!

Yan Shuangzi realized something, holding her blade in one hand, quietly following them.

Her other hand reached into her chest pocket, taking out a small note she had prepared in advance.

Yan Shuangzi flew forward all the way, following the uncle and nephew duo, and sure enough, arrived at the Divine Worship Hall, where the small note in her hand was lightly twirled into a ball at her fingertips.

She sneaked into the Divine Temple, discovering more than ten people already kneeling deep inside.

After waiting for a moment, a total of twenty assembled, and the heavy hall doors slowly closed.

Inside the hall was a dead silence, and Yan Shuangzi was mentally tense.

Thinking back, she had once shattered the Divine Ruins, boldly breaking into Holy Spirit Mountain.

However, 99% of the people on the mountain were directly thrown in by the gods they revered.

Yan Shuangzi had never experienced this scene but had heard of it; now it seemed she was about to witness it firsthand.

Wang Ling knelt on the prayer mat, his head bowed, listening to the teachings of the Lord God.

Holy Spirit Mountain?

Holy Spirit Energy?

Practice diligently, no slacking allowed...

The usually aloof and proud Lord Qiang Xiu, had a lot to say today?

Wang Ling did not dare to show anything, sneaking a glance at his uncle kneeling beside him.

He saw Wang Quan expressionless, his eyelids drooping.

Clearly only in his forties, yet his eyes looked cloudy, like an old man close to death.

Sigh...

Uncle Quan was right after all.

Before fifteen, both of them were summoned to the Divine Temple by the Lord God.

What exactly is Holy Spirit Mountain?

Practice diligently...

Is the cultivation environment there better? Even denser in energy than the ancient city below the gods?

"Hoo!!"

Wang Ling suddenly looked up, only to see a thick mist released from the several-meter-tall stone sculpture of Qiang Xiu within the hall, surging toward the people inside.

The terrifying energy fluctuation made everyone inwardly speechless.

Also at that moment, Wang Ling suddenly sensed an odd feeling in his palm.

A mysterious and hidden presence, with a fingertip pressing a marble-sized paper ball, nudged it into Wang Ling's palm.

Wang Ling reacted quickly, instinctively clenching his fist to grasp the small paper ball, yet failed to hold onto the mysterious figure's finger.

"Hoo~"

Within the dense mist, the mysterious figure vanished.

Amidst the terrifying divine power fluctuations, a group of Qiang Xiu disciples left one after another.

Wang Ling felt as if his vision blurred, with a breeze brushing his face.

Looking around was a lush and verdant forest, with white clouds floating in the azure sky above.

Is this Holy Spirit Mountain?

It looks rather beautiful.

"Elder brother? Where are you going?" a voice came through.

They saw a slightly aging disciple of Qiang Xiu cast a cold glance back at everyone, stepping on clouds as he left.

"Elder brother, Lord Qiang Xiu wants us to gather Holy... Holy Spirit Energy, and diligently cultivate. We should... elder sister?" As the young man spoke, several more disciples of Qiang Xiu departed.

The disciples of this sect were solitary in nature and strong in power; venturing through Holy Spirit Mountain in groups was a rare occurrence.

"Let's go, Xiao Ling."

"Yes." Wang Ling immediately responded, leaving with Wang Quan.

A team of twenty was scattering just like that.

Hmm... that's so Qiang Xiu.

If it weren't for the blood relation, Wang Quan probably wouldn't bother with Wang Ling, right?

The uncle and nephew stepped on white clouds, exploring the unknown world.

A moment later, Wang Quan slightly frowned.

This realm seemed vibrant and full of life, yet it subtly revealed an eerie air, without a single bird or beast, not even an insect to be seen?

Wang Quan turned to look at his nephew, about to say something when he noticed Wang Ling with wide eyes, staring at his palm.

"What's the matter?" Wang Quan instantly arrived, looking into Wang Ling's hand.

It was a crumpled small note, with delicate handwriting that seemed to be from a woman:

In the southeastern continent, the Thousand Flower Mountain Range.

————Ran.

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