Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin showed a solemn expression: "I am not joking with you, nor am I trying to make you laugh."
"Xiao Sun, you have taken care of my son for many years, and I am infinitely grateful to you."
"This ti, your infiltration into the Immortal City is blessed by fate, with unexpected assistance."
"On the contrary, things on my end are extrely perilous! I only regret that I don’t have enough troops; more would be better."
Sun Lingtong frowned: "Could it be that the Grey Bone Elder will face a life and death crisis?"
Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin nodded slowly, her expression grave.
Sun Lingtong’s heart imdiately sank, and he couldn’t help but think to himself: "For Aunt to take it so seriously, the enemies of the Water Burial Valley might be even more terrifying than those in the Wangchuan Immortal City!"
"After all, if the Lord of Wanchuan’s hundred-year conspiracy is truly thwarted this ti, the role and contribution of the Grey Bone Elder would be imasurably great."
"Aunt had received guidance from the Grey Bone Elder during her lifeti. The reason we have two cultivation armies is definitely due to Grey Bone Elder’s strategies."
"If I were the Lord of Wanchuan, once I knew the truth, I would absolutely despise the Grey Bone Elder and would want to eliminate him quickly!"
"Aunt is also doing this for my sake, which is why she deliberately separated from ..."
"But how can I cross the River of Oblivion and enter the Immortal City?"
Sun Lingtong looked at the wide river in front of him, quite troubled.
Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin had already set off again leading her army. Before leaving, she extended her hand to grab at the air, pulling out a sphere of aura from her own body that slightly glowed.
"This is my aura, which you can use to conceal yourself and help you get through the city gates."
Sun Lingtong took it with both hands, looking up at Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin, who was already accelerating in her war chariot.
Watching the back of the war chariot, Sun Lingtong shouted: "Aunt, how do I cross the river?"
Buddhist Doctor ng Yaoyin conveyed her thoughts through Divine Sense: "Xiao Sun, it’s not that I don’t want to continue guiding you."
"It’s just that my state is unique—I am no longer a living being, nor a ghost god. This awakening, after multiple calculations, has already caused lifespan fluctuations. Too much guidance would be inappropriate; you should let things happen naturally."
After these instructions, she led her army of papern away in a thunderous departure, exuding a solemn fighting spirit as they headed to another battlefield.
Sun Lingtong, a little boy, was left alone.
He looked at the vast and boundless river, feeling lost and unsure of what to do.
If this were his first ti here, he might have tried to use so spells or stealing techniques, suffering in the process.
But he had t Luo Si before, and that experience gave him a deeper understanding and reverence for the River of Oblivion.
Luo Si, a Nascent Soul Level, appointed as a general to command the army attacking the White Paper Immortal City, was naturally quite formidable. Even so, he only dared to sit on the riverbank, fishing, and did not dare to easily enter the water.
"Wait a minute, that’s wrong, wrong!"
Sun Lingtong suddenly had an epiphany, realizing a key point: "There are so many residents in the Wangchuan Immortal City, not everyone can be powerful enough to cross the Wangchuan River on their own."
"With so many people, there must be a stable passageway that allows easy access to the Wangchuan Immortal City. Perhaps it’s a transmission array."
Thinking of this, Sun Lingtong’s spirits lifted.
He imdiately started walking along the river, conducting his investigation.
Before long, he pierced through the thick river fog and saw a ferry.
"Indeed, indeed! My thoughts were correct." Sun Lingtong’s spirits lifted again, feeling both excited and cautious as he approached the ferry.
The ferry was quite rudintary, and there was already a group of cultivators waiting at the ferry.
Out of caution, Sun Lingtong stayed at a distance at first. He noticed that among these waiting beings, there were not only Soul Cultivators but also various ghostly entities. Their cultivation levels varied, with the highest being at the Golden Core Level, but only one of them. There were a few Foundation Establishnt cultivators, more at the Qi Refinent Realm, and most were just ordinary folks.
Sun Lingtong slightly lowered his guard.
He touched his face. At this mont, he naturally appeared as a Yin Ghost Cultivator. Confident that his disguise was still effective, he nonchalantly walked into the ferry.
His arrival did not attract attention, but as he wandered around the ferry, more eyes were drawn to him.
The ferry really was quite rudintary; Sun Lingtong could see it all at a glance, gaining little.
His attention finally returned to the cultivators, noticing how they silently ford a line and was intrigued by their orderly behavior.
Sun Lingtong stood near the front of the line, pondering in his mind what to say to probe for information when the ghost cultivator closest to him suddenly spoke up: "Young man, are you looking to join the Wangchuan Immortal City?"
"Ah? Yes, I am." Sun Lingtong nodded.
The ghost cultivator grinned widely, showing a friendly smile: "Then you can get in front of ."
Sun Lingtong was surprised.
Before he could react, other ghostly entities and Soul Cultivators chid in.
"Cut in front of , cut in front of !"
"Why cut in front of you? I’m ahead of you. Young man, co over here."
"Co, co, I’ll give you my spot."
The waiting cultivators were incredibly enthusiastic and very accommodating.
Sun Lingtong, being naturally astute, imdiately sensed sothing odd and eerie beneath the overt enthusiasm.
Seeing his hesitation, the Soul Cultivators beca even more clamorous, eagerly vying to assist Sun Lingtong. So ghostly entities even glared with bloodshot eyes, revealing fierce expressions before restraining themselves.
Sun Lingtong decisively distanced himself from these people and moved toward the end of the line.
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