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I pierced Song Qianqiu's forehead with my sword, nailing him to the ground. His eyes widened in shock, refusing to close even in death.
I set Song Qianqiu's corpse ablaze with Dao Fire. On Mount Tai, countless bodies lay scattered; apart from me, Yang Sanqian, and Iron Bull, everyone else who had come to the mountain was dead.
Suddenly, Iron Bull and Yang Sanqian in front of me began to blur. I heard a noise behind me, seemingly coming from Song Qianqiu's corpse. Turning around, I saw a black light emerging from the flames, piercing my eyes like a crack in the void, pulling me into a chaotic abyss.
I raised my hand to shield my eyes. When the noise subsided and I opened them again, I found myself no longer on Mount Tai but weakly sitting on a bed, cradling a milky-white beast in my arms.
"What happened? I clearly didn't use Time Walk; why did I suddenly return to Qingliang Temple?" I wondered, perplexed by the situation.
At that moment, my body felt frail; my Nascent Soul had shrunk to the size of a fist. My Qi Sea was frozen, and I couldn't muster a trace of Dao Qi. The beast pointed at a pile of herbs beside the bed for me to take.
"Did I faint on the mountain? Did Injury of the Dao deplete my Ascension Elixir and bring me back to this deadly predicament?" I sighed. Yunxi was dead, Zhou Manman had died saving me, Wu and Huzi were gone as well, and now I faced this dire situation alone.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the next room.
"How about we send Yang Hao's head to Song Qianqiu? That's currently the only way."
"Five?" I felt dazed. This was something Five had said before. When I first heard those words, I had been heartbroken, holding the beast while sitting on the bed, overwhelmed with mixed emotions and not paying attention to others' conversations. But now hearing Five's voice stirred an impulse to cry.
I leaned against the wall, continuing to listen to the voices from the next room. Wudao said, "Of course we don't actually kill him; we just need to find a corpse's head and disguise it as Haozi's. Then I'll present it to Song Qianqiu. After all, Daoists are still human; every Daoist Art has its casting time, including Great Wilderness Scripture. Before he can use it, I'll catch him off guard with Yin-Yang Binding Technique and trap him in Linglong Tower for refinement. Without the Great Zhou Compass, Song Qianqiu won't escape Linglong Tower using Great Wilderness Scripture."
"But Song Qianqiu specifically asked Yunxi to deliver Hao's head," Huzi's voice chimed in.
Wudao replied, "Song Qianqiu can't stand Haozi; he obtained his Golden Core from Haozi himself but acts so high and mighty. Moreover, when he was at Azure Cloud Mountain, he was suppressed by Yunxi. Asking Yunxi to deliver the head isn't his true intention; he just wants Yunxi to suffer despair. At that point, Yunxi can follow behind; Song Qianqiu won't care about such details."
Guo Daozhen's voice interjected, "This idea is good, but your cultivation is only at the early Mahayana Realm. Any movement will alert Song Qianqiu immediately since he is already Supreme. To catch him off guard requires power above his."
"You don't need to state the obvious. If your power is above his, why would you need to be so humble and endure?" came a voice.
Guo Daozhen said, "From what Dongfang Yuqing has observed, Song Qianqiu's rapid improvement in power is due to absorbing too much of others' abilities. Although he has found a way to eliminate the Corpse Qi from the dead, he cannot refine the mixed powers into a cohesive whole in such a short time. Thus, while he possesses Supreme power, his Dao Body is not as strong as mine; my Dao Body is more powerful than his."
"Are you saying you want to deliver Haozi's head?" Wu asked.
"No," Guo Daozhen replied. "Attempting to subdue Song Qianqiu carries significant risks. He won't be on high alert if he sees you, but if I present him with a head, he will be more cautious. If we exchange our Dao Bodies, he may let his guard down, allowing me to entangle him while you use Linglong Tower to envelop both of us. How long will it take for Linglong Tower to refine the Supreme?"
Wudao responded, "If there are no surprises, it will take three hours to turn the Supreme into blood water. However, I don't know how to get you out of the tower. Once I open Linglong Tower, Song Qianqiu will escape through the spatial cracks along with you."
Guo Daozhen said, "Then let's refine together!"
"Huh? I still have Rouer waiting for me. If I take over your old body, how will I face my Rouer?"
A voice from Iron Bull chimed in, "Why not let me do it? I don't mind."
...
Listening to their conversation filled me with both sadness and gratitude. They were discussing how to deal with Song Qianqiu, but I had been so disheartened earlier that I missed this exchange. Why was I able to hear it so clearly now? Could it be that Zhou Compass's time-reversal ability allowed me to catch this conversation?
I wiped my tears and set the beast aside, preparing to check next door. Just as I opened the door, I bumped right into Wu.
I held my forehead; it truly hurt. Wu covered his nose and said irritably, "What are you rushing about for?"
"Yunxi, Manman."
I shouted the names of Yunxi and Zhou Manman, looking towards the door, but only Yunxi stood there. I embraced Yunxi tightly, crying like a child, realizing this was not a dream; I had truly returned to three years ago!
"What’s wrong with you?" Yunxi had never seen me so vulnerable before.
"I..."
Suddenly, a heavy blow struck the back of my neck. Five covered his nose and said, "You’re really unstable; you can’t even say goodbye properly."
Guo Daozhen said, "Iron Bull, carry your boss to bed. We need to get ready to leave."
"Got it!" Iron Bull responded, lifting my unconscious body and placing me on the bed.
"Where's Manman?" Five asked.
Huzi replied, "Manman is still injured and hasn’t recovered. We might as well leave her here."
"But if we have Manman assisting us, we would have a much better chance of trapping Song Qianqiu in Fury Realm and killing him," Wudao argued.
"Haozi is unconscious; Douding can’t take care of him alone," Huzi countered.
"But..." Five hesitated.
"Forget it; let’s go," Guo Daozhen said.
Huzi turned to Douding at the door and instructed, "Stay home and watch the door; don’t run around."
Douding nodded and looked at Sister Yunxi, saying, "You must be careful."
Yunxi smiled lightly and walked away with the others. Douding, feeling a bit wronged, said, "I'll wait for you to come back."
After he finished speaking, a look of confusion crossed his face. He scratched his bald head and muttered, "Why do I feel like I've said this before?"
At the top of Mount Tai, the ruined Altar of Sacrifice had been repaired. Since ancient times, emperors and generals regarded the Altar of Sacrifice as a symbol of honor. At this moment, the entire Mount Tai was surrounded by Yin Soldiers, making it impossible to escape.
Song Qianqiu suddenly woke up on the Altar of Sacrifice, drenched in sweat and looking terrified as he touched his forehead.
"What troubles you so much, my lord?" the Ghost King asked, standing beside the Altar of Sacrifice.
Song Qianqiu quickly stood up, looking puzzled at the Ghost King and then at the intact Mount Tai and the restored Altar of Sacrifice around him.
"The Ghost King and I are not dead; could it be that I was dreaming?" Song Qianqiu said. He recalled the great battle at Mount Tai in his memory when he was trapped in Linglong Tower and nearly refined to death. His power and vitality were drained until he was killed by Yang Hao, after which he woke up on the Altar of Sacrifice. "Or perhaps I've returned to three years ago?"
"My lord?" The Ghost King's voice snapped Song Qianqiu back to reality.
"Yes?" Song Qianqiu replied.
The Ghost King continued, "I believe it would be best to eliminate Yang Hao and Guo Daozhen's group as soon as possible. Their army is pressing down; we should crush Qingliang Mountain without delay to avoid complications since they are not ordinary people."
"Indeed, they are not ordinary people," Song Qianqiu agreed. "If it weren't for my awakened Divine Ability, I might have already lost my soul by now."
Seeing the Ghost King's puzzled expression, Song Qianqiu became more certain that he was the only one who had returned to three years ago. At the moment he was killed, the void trembled, time reversed, life returned from death, everything reset to its origin—and only he remembered!
Thinking of this, Song Qianqiu couldn't help but laugh heartily. "You want to use the Linglong Tower against me? Lu Wu, Guo Daozhen, and that wretched Yunxi. I'll make sure you come and go without return!"
Hearing Song Qianqiu's nonsensical words, the Ghost King thought that perhaps Song Qianqiu had damaged his mind while practicing, and asked, "So, are we going to attack Qingliang Mountain?"
Song Qianqiu replied, "No need. They will arrive here on the morning of the Three After Fengshan Sacrificial Ceremony, bringing Yang Hao's head with them. Go find someone of similar stature to mine; there will be a good show to watch."
Although the Ghost King did not understand what scheme Song Qianqiu was plotting, he could only respond affirmatively and went off to find someone.
On the morning after three days, with autumn dew and cold frost, Song Qianqiu sat in the center of the Altar of Sacrifice, surrounded by the Sun Refining Cauldron encircled by nine dragons. Guo Daozhen and his group had already arrived at the foot of Mount Tai, their Yin Soldier Long Spears forcing them to stop at the base.
The Ghost King beside the Altar of Sacrifice said, "Master, Guo Daozhen and his group have arrived."
Song Qianqiu opened his eyes with a smile and said, "Let them come up."
After a while, Wu appeared at the front carrying Yang Hao's head. He presented the head before Song Qianqiu and said, "Song Qianqiu, those who know how to adapt are wise. I hope you won't go back on your word and spare us."
Song Qianqiu raised an eyebrow and replied, "I won't. Let Yunxi personally deliver Yang Hao's head to me. Lu Wu, do you think you deserve to kneel before me?"
Wu spoke in a deep voice, "Yang Hao was my best brother. Presenting his head to the future new Dao Sovereign is the greatest irony for him."
"Oh?" Song Qianqiu tilted his head back and said. "Why does your voice sound a bit aged? Are you suffering from a cold or throat inflammation?"
Wu frowned; at this moment, his physical body concealed Guo Daozhen's Dao Body. The sound produced through Wu's body should not have been recognized as different from his original voice.
Song Qianqiu snorted and said, "Still not rolling back? Tell Yunxi to present Yang Hao's head to me."
Wen Yan turned to look at the others, and Yunxi stepped forward. She took the head of Yang Hao and walked toward the Altar of Sacrifice.
"Five, aren't you Song Qianqiu? Shouldn't you care about this detail?" Huzi asked through a mental message.
"How was I supposed to know he insisted on having Yunxi step forward? Never mind, Old Guo and I will act simultaneously to trap Song Qianqiu inside the Linglong Tower. Yunxi, remember to get away from the Altar of Sacrifice immediately. If Song Qianqiu uses the Great Wilderness Scripture, we'll need your Tai Xu Ling," Five communicated to everyone.
Everyone felt a bead of sweat in their palms. The moment Yunxi handed Yang Hao's head to Song Qianqiu, a freezing power suddenly appeared in her hand. Song Qianqiu's body stiffened, a layer of frost forming around him, and he was quickly frozen in place. Five immediately recited the incantation for Linglong Tower, enveloping Song Qianqiu within it.
Guo Daozhen and Five's Dao Body returned to their own bodies. Guo Daozhen paused for a moment; the plan was for him to catch Song Qianqiu off guard, but before he could act, how had Song Qianqiu been so easily trapped in Linglong Tower?
Inside the Linglong Tower, the frozen Song Qianqiu died instantly, his blood stagnating and his life force dissipating.
"Uh-oh, that's not Song Qianqiu! It's a trap! We need to get out of here!" Guo Daozhen shouted as he grabbed Guo Huaiyi and flew into the air.
As Clear Light passed through, everyone's movements came to an abrupt halt; birds stopped flying, and the wind fell silent.
Song Qianqiu emerged from the other side of the Altar of Sacrifice, looking at the group frozen by the Time Barrier. He laughed heartily and said, "Only you fools would play tricks like this. You're all finished!"
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