The sun hung high in the sky; it was noon.
Li Boyang sat cross-legged atop the altar at the highest point of Ghost God Cliff.
When he finished preaching to the ghosts and spirits of Yunng Marsh as he usually did, Xiluo did not spring out unexpectedly as she used to.
Instead, outside the Mountain God Temple, Wu Peng appeared utterly entranced.
Entirely unconcerned with the disdainful look from the Silver Horn beside him.
It was unclear if it was an illusion, but the ghost gods felt that today’s sermon by Li Boyang seed to touch upon many concepts related to the heart and beliefs.
While this was advantageous for so ghost gods in achieving their Primordial Spirit or practicing divine powers like Telepathy,
it was overly esoteric and difficult to understand for the majority.
Fortunately, when Li Boyang later analyzed witchcraft and discussed the commonalities among barriers and arrays, the ghost gods easily followed.
After all, residing in Yunng Marsh, the ghost gods were no strangers to arrays.
As for the witchcraft derived from the divine blessing technique?
The ghosts who hailed from a millennium ago knew it thoroughly.
"Thankfully, he hasn’t learned the ’Barrier Realm,’ or else Wu Xian and the others would definitely kill ."
Upon hearing Wu Peng’s muttering, the Silver Horn sneered slightly.
She refused to believe that her master hadn’t learned Wu Peng’s Barrier Realm.
Silver Horn was more inclined to believe that her master had already discerned the various flaws of the Barrier Realm and was organizing his thoughts to perfect it.
A flawed spell—even if it is the strongest barrier at the pinnacle of spells—
would probably seem no more precious than an ordinary spell in her master’s eyes.
"Little one, do you look down on the ’Barrier Realm’?"
Seeing through Silver Horn’s disdain, Wu Peng found a rare spark of curiosity.
"By the way, where’s your brother gone?"
"It seems I haven’t seen him since early this morning?"
At these words, Silver Horn imdiately widened her eyes, glaring at Wu Peng furiously.
"Who are you calling little one!?"
"Also, I don’t acknowledge Golden Horn as my brother!"
"He was only born a few seconds earlier than ; we’re actually the sa age!"
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At the sa ti, at the foot of Feilai Peak,
Golden Horn was leading Bahu, Xuansi Gu, and Ling Guzi up towards the top of Ghost God Cliff step by step.
At this mont, the golden gourd on Golden Horn’s back was already stained and soaked in a blood-red hue, presenting a peculiar mingling of purple, gold, and red.
Following closely behind Golden Horn, Bahu’s expression was complicated, struggling to suppress the turmoil within.
Just a day ago, Bahu had not felt so strongly.
Yet as ti passed, Bahu felt as if she were inside the gourd, gradually being refined.
In contrast, Ling Guzi seed much more composed.
Watching the restless phalanx bone in his hand, Ling Guzi occasionally cast curious glances at the golden gourd.
At such a close range, ng Zhang, trapped within the bone, was vicariously experiencing Long Jikui’s agony.
This directly caused the formless embryo to appear hideous and twisted, with a trend toward mutation.
As for ng Zhang?
His Divine Soul, though immortal, had its will already shattered, gradually turning into countless fragnts of mory.
"I say, you two should pull yourselves together."
Throwing a helpless glance at Ling Guzi and Bahu, Xuansi Gu cautiously advised.
"We’ll soon arrive at Ghost God Cliff; no need to act like you’ve never seen the world."
Though Xuansi Gu’s words were directed at the two, she was clearly warning Ling Guzi more.
"Hmm, always listening to the Prophet preach..."
"But it seems this is actually my first ti setting foot on Ghost God Cliff?"
Unfazed by Xuansi Gu’s warning, Ling Guzi retorted righteously after retracting his gaze.
"By that asure, saying I’ve never seen the world isn’t far off."
Attracted by Xuansi Gu and Ling Guzi’s conversation, Bahu suddenly laughed.
"To be invited by Celestial Beings to Feilai Peak..."
"A few days ago, it was sothing I wouldn’t have dread of."
"I just don’t know how that Celestial Being will ultimately handle ?"
While saying this, Bahu couldn’t help but glance again at the golden gourd on Golden Horn’s back.
Now, she was both happy to gain the recognition of the Celestial Being,
and fearful the other might refine her as part of the Elixir of Immortality.
With such contradictory emotions, Bahu even felt a readiness for death.
"No need to be so pessimistic. My master isn’t that sort of person."
Turning back to glance at Bahu, the leading Golden Horn spoke in a deep voice.
Amidst such conversations, they drew nearer and nearer to Ghost God Cliff.
Passing by the Mountain God Temple, Wu Peng took a mont to glance at them before once again sinking into contemplation.
Wu Peng certainly recognized Bahu, but he no longer cared.
Whether it was due to his shattered Heart Image or the content of Li Boyang’s lecture...
He had lost interest in the incomplete version of the Elixir of Immortality.
As the group departed, only then did Silver Horn leap out from so corner, no longer showing her earlier vigor.
"Why not follow them?"
Raising an eyelid lightly, Wu Peng asked calmly.
While he wasn’t completely certain about the relationship among Golden Horn, Silver Horn, and Bahu, Wu Peng was almost perceptive as the fire.
As fellow plant-type Innate Gods, Wu Peng didn’t believe this was re coincidence.
"No need to, I don’t like her."
Pretending to be lighthearted, Silver Horn’s stubbornness was evident to even an outsider like Wu Peng.
"Feelings need to be nurtured with ti..."
"You were so cold last night, so Bahu was timid and didn’t dare to speak to you."
"Look at your brother, they get along quite well."
Glaring fiercely at Wu Peng again, Silver Horn found this annoying fellow tireso.
"Tsk tsk, don’t look at like that, I’m just speaking the truth."
"Even among beings as naturally born as you lot..."
"Even among humans, many don’t know how to deal with problems."
"Especially the parent-child bond, perhaps the most complex feeling in the world... ah!"
Before Wu Peng could finish, Silver Horn kicked his knee.
"Shut up, you defeated underling!"
Turning away in a huff, Silver Horn’s figure quickly vanished from Wu Peng’s view.
Yet throughout, Wu Peng rely rubbed his knee, unconcerned by Silver Horn’s offense.
"Ah, such naïve Innate Gods! Such beautiful emotions!"
"If not for conflicting stances, I’d truly wish to stay in Yunng Marsh!"
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