The long night reappears, and the world plunges into darkness.
All the Ancestor Masters have already gathered the Heavenly Light and Consciousness Spiritual Light.
Cao Qianqiu feels stifled inside; he has beco the biggest loser.
Deep within the highlands, a stream of misty radiance floats up from the ground, catching the eyes of all the Ancestor Masters.
Cao Qianqiu’s gaze is somber, staring intently at it.
It is the very rusty long spear, now awakening on its own, ascending into the night sky.
At this mont, without rounds of "Big Sun" crossing the sky, it is so conspicuous, with clear Divine symbols appearing on its shaft.
Everyone knows this was thrown by Old Cao, and now nobody dares to seize it, for they all sense its eerie nature.
Cao Qianqiu looks at it, experiencing mixed feelings; ever since acquiring this spear, he has never had peace, as incidents occurred repeatedly.
Especially, today’s turning point was when he suddenly fell into a void, being exploded in that instant, rendering his decline irreversible.
"Could the influence of the Black and White Mountain still be lingering?"
Afterward, Cao Qianqiu’s gaze remains somber and unusually silent; no one knows his feelings or what he is contemplating.
The rusty long spear wobbles like a drifter, flying under the vast sky, hovering ghost-like near Old Cao.
Lastly, it circles around Cao Qianqiu once before leisurely flying away.
Fire flashes in Old Cao’s eyes, truly like a fallen tiger being bullied by dogs!
Even a rusty spear cos near him to "show off"; he feels like slapping it away.
But he restrains himself, for he has profoundly realized how deep the water is here and how terrifying the involved issues might be compared to the Ancestor Masters’ battle.
The spear moves away, disappearing into the vast night, seemingly heading toward the Black and White Mountain.
No one else obstructs it; everyone is extraordinary and can naturally discern so clues.
Sun Taichu, Zhao Wenhan, and others know well that this was brought out by Cao Qianqiu from sowhere, and his recent plight is visible to all, frequently encountering mishaps.
The Yewu World is vast and boundless, with no end, filled with mystery, the unknown, and unfathomable terror!
Grandmaster Level figures are not only cautious of the Great Exploration but also remain vigilant over the territories they’ve occupied.
Within the existing human territories, there still lurk unknown dangers; any slight carelessness could lead to the fall of an Ancestor Master.
Heavy dark clouds once again cover the grand skies of the highland.
All the Ancestor Masters rise like rounds of bright moons, ascending through the clouds, disappearing from people’s sight.
The world returns to its inky color, restoring its original hue.
Grandmaster Level figures have gone above the thick clouds to negotiate.
Without a major battle, there wouldn’t be this current tranquility.
Ultimately, power makes one rational.
Of course, sitting on the dark clouds to talk doesn’t allow for a particularly amiable atmosphere.
After all, they were fiercely fighting earlier, and everyone is wounded.
Occasionally, glaring lights tear the clouds apart, as if the Ancestors are "slamming the table," like thunder slicing through the night sky.
"What? Are you negotiating? If not, let’s fight again; each will block the other’s path, no one will have peace!"
Such a voice clearly cos from deep within the clouds above the firmant, like Duke of Thunder and Mother of Lightning arguing, shaking the long sky.
Outside the highland, many people are terrified.
"Sun Taichu, you’re such a hypocrite, acting one way but doing another!"
Instantly, many Immortal Path Disciples on the plain quickly lower their heads; is this kind of language for them to hear?
Everyone thinks the Ancestors of the rebirth path are so bold, daring to utter any words outwardly.
"Little Cao, go sit to the side, there’s no place for you to speak here. Even if you’re angry, hold it in; otherwise, we’ll just erase you!"
In the distance, people are left dumbfounded.
In fact, many truly don’t want to hear the big shots talking, fearing disaster could befall.
But who doesn’t have a bit of curiosity? The news actively drifts into their ears; who doesn’t want to explore an Ancestor Master’s secrets?
"Lu Yu, are you threatening us?"
"Qingtian, have you eaten rotten corpses recently? Your mouth is so venomous!"
"Tathagata, it’s better for you to be mute; suddenly chiming in at a crucial ti, thinking you can determine our fate?!"
Even Ancestor Masters are human, not transcendent during negotiations.
Amidst the heavy dark night, clouds occasionally burst open, as Heavenly Light Force and Consciousness Spiritual Light agitate.
"If we undermine each other, cut off tender buds, who’s afraid of whom? We have a large base on the rebirth path and low thresholds, while you seek Disciples with special talent and more powerful Immortal Seeds, which is much more troubleso!"
At this ti, the number of Immortal Road Ancestors is advantageous, but they notice the rebirth path Ancestors aren’t fazed; instead, they’re provoking, each with eyes gleaming, full of fighting spirit, wishing for another battle.
Sun Taichu, Qian Jingxing, and others have to suspect once more, that soone opposite truly has expanded the road, needing to die once, and then be reborn? These are all lunatics!
Ultimately, both sides roughly agreed.
As for the bumps during the process, they don’t really matter.
Only Cao Qianqiu remains frustrated, filled with resentnt.
Because, even during negotiations, old scoundrel Qingtian was "routinely insulting Cao."
"Cao Si, you have less than half of your Taoist capabilities left, more than forty percent of Pure Yang Consciousness Origin, you’re not qualified to sit at the sa table with us."
On the plains, people listened in silence; Old Cao is truly tragic, joyfully receiving a new title from the rebirth path Ancestors for him.
Undoubtedly, this is significantly worse than the previous "Cao Bubai" title.
The privacy of big shots should not be overly leaked; there is a hazy light emitted from the pitch-black cloud’s prominence, shrouding that place, with no more sounds leaking out.
"Old Cao, don’t worry. Rest up for a while, and there’s still hope for everything." Sun Taichu comforts.
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