LWGP - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: Taboo

Long Aotian didn't know if his brain had gone haywire or what, but he ultimately blamed his predicament on being "forced (no, forced to volunteer) into slavery." He had no choice but to assume the Asian squat on the side, watching as Wang Jiu elegantly, calmly, yet with ferocious speed, pried open that particular part.

He figured the skull offered the strongest protection, while other parts were weaker, which was how she succeeded. But Long Aotian secretly thought that this woman's concern for the chip probably couldn't even compare to her interest in that… part.

Crack! Having pried the part open, Wang Jiu's expression turned somewhat melancholic, and she seemed to fall into deep thought.

Though Long Aotian spoke of his reverence for the Eternal Night Race's power and brutality, his true nature was still wild and flirtatious. His eyes couldn't help but wander. When he saw what lay beneath the pried-open part, he was stunned for a good while.

He had assumed it would be some kind of cosmic metal structure underneath, but he never expected to see a field of flowing starlight.

How strange. It was as if a gap had been torn in the screen of a sci-fi movie, revealing a corner of the supreme, starry cosmos.

Long Aotian was completely floored. Recalling Wang Jiu's melancholic and pensive expression, he suddenly got her point—the tools for the job were missing, but the raw material for procreation was the cosmic sea of stars?

Didn't that fundamentally put her a level above a certain playboy?

Unacceptable!

Just as Long Aotian thought Lao Wang would be ruthless enough to toss a firecracker into that sea of starlight just to stir things up, Wang Jiu suddenly frowned and looked toward the depths diagonally ahead. The distance was still quite far, but she had already sensed it.

There were ghosts in that direction.

It was a vast expanse of terrifying black mist—not a single cloud, but many, densely packed and scrambling to climb out from below.

Long Aotian was also a soul body, so of course, he knew what these were.

They were the soul bodies of the ancient Primordial Spirit Race, those powerful Primordials who seemed to have perished but were actually still clinging to life, holed up underground, waiting for an opportunity. Many among them were on the same level as him.

He felt no joy at the prospect of meeting old acquaintances. On the contrary, there was only fear!

"Master, this is bad, it's…"

Before he could finish, his soul was involuntarily pulled from its body and entered Wang Jiu's. The body he had been using—the one she had given him—slumped to the ground.

Then, Wang Jiu tried to take both the Eternal Night Overlord's head and body with her, as they were highly valuable. But to her surprise, she couldn't collect them.

Impossible. That left only two possibilities.

One, the bodies of the Eternal Night Race could enter a dormant state without being dead. But they could still be collected, unless restricted due to an excessively high level.

Two, he wasn't dead at all!

A ripple went through Wang Jiu's thoughts, but her expression remained unchanged. She made a decision in a split second. She had Long Aotian summon the Gilded King Armor, augmented it with her power, picked up the Eternal Night Overlord's head, and jammed two fingers directly into its eyes. The force was sufficient, but the body's durability was not. As her fingers went in, they fractured. Long Aotian winced just watching, but Wang Jiu paid it no mind. Amidst the sticky golden fluid, she forcibly dug out an intelligent chip, then hastily fled with Long Aotian's soul. She did, however, glance back at the spirit body she had left behind.

In their current state, they couldn't possibly withstand these crazed ancient Primordial Spirit souls. It was just like back then when Wang Jiu had devoured Yin Lao's remnant soul and was about to face her tribulation. Due to "exhaustion," she couldn't succeed and had to inherit the Ghost World's evil karma, ultimately being consumed…

When the number of those countless evil ghosts became too large, it was extremely terrifying, let alone the fact that those ghosts were nothing compared to these souls.

The two of them fled decisively. A moment later, those ghost souls came howling, scrambling over one another to cover the Eternal Night Overlord's body and the spirit body. In the ensuing slaughter, they were finally defeated by the most powerful group of souls.

"It's Qin Fu and his group who won."

"Of course it's him. Who else could win against the Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Arts?"

"There are two bodies. If they're suitable, the Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Arts should be able to escape, and the Poison King too."

"No, the Poison King probably can't get out. That's the body of a top-tier Eternal Night noble. Even if it can be damaged, it absolutely cannot be possessed."

"True. Hey, to think that an Eternal Night noble has appeared. Does this mean even the Third Spacetime is no longer safe?"

"That top-tier noble's intelligent chip is gone. She took it? She's a tough one too. Her body must be superior. After her!"

The ghost souls were fraught with worry. The Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Arts, Qin Fu, and the Poison King didn't linger. They immediately snatched the two bodies and left. After all, even though they were in the top tier among these powerhouses, there were others who could match them. It was hard to say if the others would unite for the sake of the bodies. It was best to take the bodies and hide them before plotting for possession and fusion.

They left, and the others quickly dispersed as well, all heading in the same direction—they were tracking Wang Jiu.

It seemed there was still one body left.

They didn't yet know that Lao Wang had many bodies on hand. As a Ghost Emperor, bodies were like clothes to her.

But even a single body was enough to drive these souls, trapped underground, into a frenzy. They pursued Wang Jiu like mad dogs. Wang Jiu was heavily injured and couldn't conceal the aura leaking from her wounds. She could only flee for her life. During her escape, Wang Jiu also private-messaged the Old Lady to ask about the situation on the surface.

Of course, she wasn't concerned about Chibi or the other cities; she only cared about the Old Lady's safety.

The Old Lady's response was also brief: "Losing ground steadily."

She didn't mention how many had died, because that was an inevitable consequence of war.

While Wang Jiu was messaging the Old Lady, private messages from Xing Yao, Saling, Qing He, and others were also coming in.

They actually had a group chat, yet these people still messaged her privately… As for why, Lao Wang knew full well, but she simply wouldn't ask, wouldn't say, and wouldn't accept.

"Prepare to retreat downward. Hold the line at the thirty-thousand-meter depth. Do not go any deeper."

The Old Lady instantly understood Wang Jiu's meaning. The battle on the surface was absolutely unwinnable; they could only retreat.

Knowing when to yield was a family tradition.

From the moment she was targeted and marked for death, Wang Jiu knew that the Eternal Night Race's forced descent this time was well-prepared. She wasn't arrogant enough to think their sole target was her. Such a forced entry required a huge price. Since they were already in, why not go on a killing spree?

The combat forces on the surface now were likely just a prelude. Wang Jiu thought of the war deployments of empires like Xingyao in the Fourth Spacetime. Her heart skipped a beat, and she went directly into their three-person group chat.

Wang Jiu: "Have your starships check the area between the atmosphere and the barrier."

For Xing Yao and Mo Ran, some things didn't need to be spelled out completely; they would naturally understand.

Both Mo Ran and Xing Yao activated the highest level of authority for their imperial fleets, deploying their most advanced scanners…

A moment later, the results came in.

Xing Yao: "They're there. They are approaching, but they'll need some time to break through the final layer of defense and launch a devastating attack."

Mo Ran: "Fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes. Wang Jiu relayed this timeframe to the Old Lady. Of course, she also knew that Mo Ran and Xing Yao would definitely contact the people in Gobi.

However…

Mo Ran: "How are you?"

Wang Jiu: "Are you concerned about me?"

Mo Ran: "…"

Xing Yao: "It seems your situation is good."

Wang Jiu: "If you don't count the horde of ancient Primordial Spirit souls from below sixty thousand meters chasing me."

Xing Yao and Mo Ran: "…"

They instantly grasped the information Wang Jiu was conveying: underground wasn't that safe either.

Ancient Primordial Spirit souls?

That was indeed very dangerous.

Sometimes, the enemy of your enemy is not necessarily your friend.

At least, not right now.

Xing Yao: "Good luck."

Wang Jiu: "Mhm, continue raising my future little husband for me."

Xing Yao: "…"

Mo Ran didn't say anything. They had already clashed with the high-level Mecha Warriors several times. The situation was, as the Old Lady had said, extremely grim. And with a fifteen-minute deadline…

There was no need for discussion. They would retreat immediately.

Everyone was to return to their territory.

The others also knew Wang Jiu's situation was dire and had no intention of continuing the private chat. After ending the conversation, she continued to flee upward. In any case, without a powerhouse like the Eternal Night Overlord, few could annihilate her soul. She just needed to get above the 30,000-meter depth to escape the pursuit of the Primordial Spirit souls.

The souls below knew her objective and gave chase with a mad howl.

However, Wang Jiu had reacted quickly and fled fast. With Long Aotian's soul inside her, enhanced by Ghost Dao, their souls merged, and her speed was wicked fast. She quickly approached the 30,000-meter limit.

At this moment, Wang Jiu glanced at her status effects.

Pink Memories was still active, but the poison wasn't as strong as before. She was surprised, however, because she wasn't restricted.

"Pig fodder, are you affected by any status effects?"

Long Aotian: Who, who are you calling? Why must you remove the 'Long' from my name?!!

"Yes, Master. The Ground Prohibition. All of us ancient Primordial Spirit souls have it. It's active below thirty thousand meters, and it gets stronger the deeper you go. Why, don't you have it?"

At first, Wang Jiu thought she did, but it turned out she didn't. This was consistent with her original purpose for walking the Ghost Dao.

"My soul is very close to you ancient Primordials, but I changed to the Witch Dao… Perhaps it's precisely because I created my own Ghost Dao, which doesn't belong to the Primordial Spirit lineage, that I'm not restricted."

Long Aotian only half-understood, but he knew how to grasp the main point. "Master, could it be that the Eternal Night Race is targeting you for assassination precisely because you aren't restricted?"

Wang Jiu had thought of that too, but it wasn't the priority right now. She glanced at the intelligent chip in her hand, her eyes darkening slightly.

On the surface, many people were confused, but upon receiving their lords' commands, everyone immediately ceased combat. Those with active status effects flew back, while the rest teleported directly.

The Fourth and Third Spacetimes took such measures, and the First Spacetime was much the same. Even without discovering the crisis beyond the atmosphere, they could only retreat underground in the face of an enemy they couldn't possibly defeat.

The Eternal Night Race had already determined the strategy of the three spacetimes and naturally gave frantic chase. Even after everyone entered their territories, they relentlessly bombarded the territory barriers.

Setting aside other areas, the HP bar of Chibi's territory barrier was dropping faster than a patient with ED, plummeting disastrously. Just as it was about to hit the 10% danger line, the well-prepared Old Lady decisively used her lord's authority to transfer the entire territory, taking most of its people underground. Qing He, Xie Lu, and the other top combatants didn't transfer with the territory but chose to remain by the Old Lady's side to protect her.

Right now, if the Old Lady were killed, the entire Gobi would be wiped out. This kind of transfer carried risks.

Chibi took the risk, as did the capital, which was also under attack. The same went for Sichuan's Shudu, Hong Kong, Shenzhen, and so on. Luo Sheng, Tan Yingzhou, and the others struggled to handle the situation. After suffering heavy losses and the deaths of many comrades, they responded to the national call and likewise transferred underground.

Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, but at that moment, the entire Third Spacetime collectively walked the same path.

Underground. The only hope for survival was underground.

But would the Eternal Night Race really give them time?

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