Chapter 3542: Chapter 1737: Chaotic Arrows Startling the Dead Sea, No Vanishing Technique to Return Sky, Death Sleeveless
“Not long after, they were simultaneously imprisoned in the tenth layer of the Dead Sea. Did more stories happen there?”
As this was said, the Dao Imparting Mirror recorded Lord Shou.
The people of the five regions all gazed intensely at Lord Shou, knowing that he ca to the tenth layer to find his Master.
Sword Deity Elder Wuyue was secondary.
The fact that Feng Zhongzui narrated all the way here indicated that Sleeveless Saint Servant was likely nearby before entering the Ran Ming ruins!
Xu Xiaoshou didn’t speak much, casually gesturing with his fingers and indifferently said:
“Step back a little.”
…
Hum!
The ripples of Net Water pushed forward ferociously on both sides.
The image of the Dead Sea beca a blur for a mont, and in the mirror, Lord Shou’s handso face swiftly turned into a black dot.
“Is it necessary to run so far?”
The people of the five regions nervously craned their necks, watching and complaining simultaneously.
Yet recalling the horrifying scene of being bloodily repelled by the Sword Deity Bei earlier, Feng Zhongzui’s team retreating swiftly seed understandable.
Fortunately, the Dao Imparting Mirror could retreat, and its image could be manipulated to zoom in.
Soon, across an imasurable distance, after capturing the eerie ambiance of the Dead Sea’s tenth layer entirely, the people of the five regions could once again focus on Lord Shou in his black attire through the lens’s zoom.
“Elder Sang…”
The close focus after the distant view, this whisper from Lord Shou seed laced with desolation.
No!
It wasn’t an illusion!
Indeed, Lord Shou’s face exhibited intense sorrow.
From his chest garnts, he retrieved a broken willow branch, unsure from where it was taken.
Then, gently bending forward, he placed the willow branch into the black Net Water before him, as if offering a tribute to the deceased.
“Hum!”
Lord Shou ford a hand seal, seemingly about to perform a technique.
Gentle ripples spread around.
“Hiss…”
This was too bizarre!
Without reason, everyone gasped, their scalps tingling slightly.
Yet, their curiosity was equally piqued.
With such a grand setup, what exactly did the Sleeveless Saint Servant and Lord Shou intend?
Even Ai Cangsheng from the Southern Region paused, unable to fathom Xu Xiaoshou’s intentions.
Sleeveless’s return…
Wasn’t it enough to end oneself at the Divine Relics?
Could it be that they intended to do sothing upon this return?
Then at this mont!
Without any warning!
In the mirror, Lord Shou’s sorrowful eyes snapped wide open, tears blending into the Net Water. After forming the hand seal, he forcefully struck the willow branch, simultaneously shouting aloud:
“Resurrect, my Elder Sang!”
…
The five regions seed to have the pause button pressed, all eager onlookers suddenly froze.
So clenched their fists, so widened their eyes.
But they were utterly perplexed!
No one truly understood what kind of show Lord Shou was putting on, did Sleeveless Saint Servant need to perform such a… ritual on return?
“This is too much…”
Feng Zhongzui nearly couldn’t hold the Dao Imparting Mirror, the uninford might even think Lord Shou had beco revered at the gate of hell.
Yet all of Lord Shou’s shocking acts seed always laden with deeper aning?
No ti for much comntary, everyone then saw the willow branch shatter, followed by the surrounding Net Water bubbling and finally boiling!
“It’s burning!”
“Really burning up!”
Feng Zhongzui yelled incredulously.
What was happening, Dead Sea Forbidden Technique!
Even if Lord Shou truly resurrected… no, summoned back his Master Sleeveless, how could such phenona occur?
Had the Sleeveless Saint Servant reached such a terrifying level of enlightennt at the Divine Relics that even the Dead Sea Forbidden Barrier couldn’t suppress?
“He has surpassed the Ten High Nobles?”
Imrsed in the Dead Sea, amidst the Net Water, Feng Zhongzui’s blood boiled!
But before the tear-filled Lord Shou in the Dead Sea, quickly a withered figure materialized.
He bent slightly, one hand pressing down on a straw hat, completely obscuring his specific features.
His form transitioned from void to substance, clad in the most common white prison clothes of the Dead Sea.
Yet that lonely aura of a Saint Servant superior was uncontrollable, wildly emanating from within, a combination of arrogance and disguised tenderness:
“Good disciple, it wasn’t in vain for your Master to earnestly impart teachings at the Spirit Palace…”
…
“It’s him!”
“It is indeed him!”
Feng Zhongzui’s roar rumbled from his throat.
This wave of restrained yet agitated low roars perfectly stirred the emotions of all spectators from the five regions.
With his shout, the image on the Dao Imparting Mirror focused on the peculiarity of the old man in the straw hat’s prison attire.
Differing vastly from the prisoners seen along the way!
The one before Lord Shou, his prison robe had no sleeves!
The bare arms appeared charred like blackened coal, the cracked skin under which showed no bones, seemingly flowing with molten lava.
The bubbling Net Water around him fractured and reford, rendering his presence both illusory and real.
“Sleeveless!”
Feng Zhongzui ceased to restrain.
After the initial whisper, he fully opened up, joyously narrating with animated gestures:
“The Four Disciples of the Holy Palace, Fen Qin Zhu He, Sleeveless Saint Servant, Lord Shou’s Supre Master!”
“Each of these titles, no matter which one singled out, carries the potential for eternal fa—whether in a good light or infamous infamy.”
“But collectively, they each represent rely a part of one person’s life!”
“How powerful? How enigmatic? How unfathomable? The existence of this person, how truly…”
Feng Zhongzui pondered for a long ti over the choice of words for this description.
Yet his passionate speech was just beginning.
Above the Dead Sea, as the Net Water surged and an unknown fissure suddenly opened and consud it all.
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