LWGP - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Primordial Court

Xing Yao looked at the palace, then asked Wang Jiu, "Do you have some expertise in architecture?"

"No," Wang Jiu denied, lightly patting down her clothes. Though she was a bit disheveled, she was unwilling to ignore the dust clinging to her. However, her fingers twitched slightly, and she couldn't resist reaching out to brush Mo Ran's hair.

Mo Ran was startled and glanced at her but didn't refuse. She just averted her eyes slightly and said to Xing Yao with a playful tone, "You know she has Yin Lao's memories, yet you still have to ask. Even if you're just looking for a chance to talk, you could be more direct. Why mind me, the third wheel."

How sarcastic.

Was there no revolutionary camaraderie left at all?

Xing Yao wasn't being greasy; it was just his first time trying to get close to a woman like this, so he was a bit clumsy.

Clumsiness could be cute—as long as it wasn't exposed by some brutally blunt woman.

Then it would be a little awkward.

But Xing Yao wouldn't argue with Mo Ran, because she was telling the truth.

Silence equaled admission. The atmosphere should have been delicate; at the very least, Wang Jiu should have been shy or responded.

But… Wang Jiu's fingers hooked a strand of Mo Ran's hair, casually tucking it behind her ear. Her fingertips unintentionally brushed against a delicate, porcelain-white ear. Just as Mo Ran was about to push her hand away, Wang Jiu withdrew it and said flatly, "Little lightbulb, your hair is full of dirt."

She didn't have OCD, she just couldn't stand it. It was probably because she grew up in a filthy environment as a child, and combined with the Old Lady's upbringing, it made her a bit obsessive later in life.

Of course, some of the young girls she had charmed in the past would romanticize it as grace.

When a mature woman has too much grace, it can sometimes be quite alluring.

Mo Ran: "…"

As the two women looked at each other, Xing Yao scraped his fingers against the wall, making a grating sound. When they looked over, his fingers were tracing a relief on the wall as he asked seriously, "Do you two recognize this?"

If this were a time of peace, none of them—not Wang Jiu, Mo Ran, or Xing Yao—would have much interest in architecture or culture. They were more passionate about pure power and strength, so they had no real concept of the architecture or reliefs of this Primordial Court.

"Yin Lao doesn't recognize it either?"

"No. That woman was a love-struck fool. After falling out with her husband, she was all drama—threatening to die, severing all ties, and taking revenge on society. Why would she care about this crappy building and its graffiti?"

The words were particularly critical and harsh, but for once, Mo Ran agreed with Wang Jiu's point of view.

Xing Yao looked at the two women, first with helplessness, then with a faint smile.

One was a player, the other a career-driven iron lady. It wasn't exactly like playing a zither to a cow; they still had some common ground.

But it was quite the cliché for a palace to have reliefs depicting a story.

Was it going to describe the history of the Primordial Spirit Race next?

"These reliefs do indeed record some of the great emperors who achieved the Dao back then. Look, here's a former emperor of the Undead Race, and people like Qin Fu. Even Long Aotian is here."

At the mention of Long Aotian, all three paused. Mo Ran was the first to walk away. Xing Yao was about to leave as well, but he saw Wang Jiu looking up at the contents of the relief. From the side, she looked like a diligent student, her temperament elegant and her bearing charming.

He hesitated for a moment before reminding her, "Time is tight."

Don't look anymore.

What was there to see in this R-rated content?

But Wang Jiu tugged on Xing Yao's sleeve. Just a single tug, and Xing Yao came back to look. He felt that Wang Jiu wasn't really that concerned with such sexual matters. What she was focused on was…

"His poison gas awakened in this place?"

The more powerful the ability, the more likely it was innate, or else it was a divine ability of the Dao achieved at the end of one's cultivation path. The spatial secret arts Qin Fu had used before were the latter, as was the Ghost Dao Wang Jiu used. But Long Aotian's was inherent to his bloodline, though it had to be awakened.

"It seems so. Compared to people like Qin Fu, he's the only one who isn't human."

While the two were talking, Mo Ran had actually been listening. She had also seen the relief recording Long Aotian just now. At this moment, she called to them from ahead.

There was a fork in the road.

"The stone slab in the relief recording the awakening site looks like this fork."

Xing Yao pointed to the corridor on the left.

No matter what was hidden in these Primordial Spirit Race ruins, nothing was more attractive to the three of them than the place where Long Aotian had awakened.

Since they had found the path… Xing Yao directly picked up a small stone from the ground and tossed it.

Mechanisms triggered, and a dense volley of crossbow bolts shot out, piercing through the area in a 360-degree spread.

Wang Jiu said to the System, "I hate you big shots the most. You want to leave messages with your graffiti, but you also want to turn people into pincushions. You want to have it both ways."

System: "??? No, this is from the Primordial Spirit Race. What does it have to do with our game?"

Wang Jiu: "I suddenly felt like cursing you out. I was afraid you couldn't handle it, so I found a reason for you."

System: "…"

I fucking think you're the one who wants to have it both ways! Ptooey!

But Wang Jiu was clearly in a bad mood. She had just barely managed to survive her tribulation, only to be hit with a dimensional reduction strike by the Eternal Night Empress, the ceiling of combat power. She had barely managed to escape the Ghost World, only to be swept into a chaotic torrent. She had barely managed to escape the torrent, only to end up in some godforsaken place where she was restricted to being an ordinary person.

It was like barely managing to ascend to godhood, only to have your divine tendons ripped out and be cast down to the mortal realm before you could even get a firm footing on the celestial court's floor.

She was in a bit of a temper.

But she couldn't take her anger out on Xing Yao and Mo Ran, since the two tool-users still had their value.

So…

The System cursed and swore, but Wang Jiu had already muted it.

Fuck!

The three of them took the right path and saw some conference halls and places for worship and cultivation.

"There are no signs of damage, inside or out. It seems the Eternal Night Race didn't manage to break into the Primordial Court during the war back then. Instead, they moved it into an alternate dimension underground."

Relocating such a massive ruin space was something Wang Jiu and the others could do now, but only on a small scale, like a building the size of a city. Those who specialized in the spatial Dao, like Qin Fu and Xing Yao, could move a medium-sized space, one that included some of its geographical environment.

Mo Ran said, "This ruin is connected to the entire desert, a single entity of sky and earth, incorporating feng shui and celestial phenomena. It's equivalent to a small, independent world. This is not something we can do, nor can Qin Fu and the others. In the entire Primordial Spirit Race, there should only be two people capable of this."

It was either that Founder, or the second strongest of the Primordial Spirit Race back then, Bai Chi.

If it was the Founder, that would be one thing. But if it was Bai Chi, then his strength would be unfathomable.

His average stats were probably all over ten million.

Compared to the awe of Mo Ran and Xing Yao, Wang Jiu was dismissive. "No matter how strong they were, there was still an unbridgeable gap with the Eternal Night Race. There were only a few powerful ones in total. Some died, some went into hibernation. Their combat power was not renewable. But the Eternal Night Race…"

Thinking of how that Eternal Night Overlord had revived several times like a cockroach, the mood of the three grew heavy.

And that was just one Eternal Night Overlord. How many top-tier Mecha Warriors did the vast Eternal Night Race have?

"Let's not talk about the Primordial Spirit Race. They were defeated and severely wounded back then, losing their physique and many resources, and were suppressed for many years. The souls that remain today are inherently disadvantaged. But your first, second, and fourth spacetimes have been developing for so many years. Why haven't you produced any old masters? Logically, the total amount of resources and time should have been enough for you to cultivate a few powerhouses in the five-million-stat range. As far as I know, the history of your Fourth Spacetime empires has no record of such powerhouses existing or dying in battle."

Someone like Qin Fu had an average combat power of five to six million, with a peak of seven million. But based on her contact with Wu Geng and the others, their strongest, Wu Geng, was far from reaching that level.

"It's not that I'm looking down on you, but you really are worthy of being looked down on."

Fortunately, neither Xing Yao nor Mo Ran felt awkward. Xing Yao fell silent for a moment, walking ahead to guard against any surprises. While keeping watch on their surroundings, he said, "Actually, they did exist, but they disappeared."

Wang Jiu was taken aback, but she noticed Mo Ran's expression turn a few shades colder.

Is there a story here?

"Back then, the Xingyao, Heiyan, and Taihuang empires were not separate. They originally belonged to a single empire," Mo Ran suddenly revealed a shocking secret.

Mo Ran was a woman of few words and didn't like to explain things at length. Lest she gloss over the details, Xing Yao took over. "Their respective founders were actually a close-knit team back then. The three of them built their foundation together and went through several wars with the Eternal Night Race. Later, for some unknown reason, the three founders and their respective subordinates mysteriously disappeared during the final war. Only some remains and wreckage were left on the battlefield. It could have been assumed that they were killed by the Eternal Night Race, but in the period before this war, the three of them often argued. They nearly had a falling out several times, and it was quite a big deal. Everyone in the empire knew about it. This led to their respective followers suspecting and blaming each other after the tragic news. Due to power struggles and selfish motives, division and conflict arose. It wasn't long before the empire collapsed and split into three duchies, which have been at odds for many years."

"And we are the descendants of those three founders."

What came after was the story of the three of them working to establish their new empires. Because they were also empire-builders, their Boundary Breaking Scepters were incredibly powerful, allowing them to fight above their level. If they were merely inheritors, the scepters' power would be at least halved.

After Xing Yao finished, he saw that Wang Jiu wasn't contemplating or digesting this information. Instead, she pointed out a suspicion. "Disappeared? Is the timing related to when the Primordial Spirit Race moved underground? Is there a connection in the timeline? After all, your ancestors also had Primordial Spirit blood, and were even closer to the first generation."

She was sharp, but Xing Yao and Mo Ran had long suspected this possibility. Mo Ran denied it.

"The timing is wrong. Our ancestors founded the empire about eighteen hundred years after the Primordial Spirit Race was defeated and moved underground."

"With no way to find out the truth, we can only assume they were simply wiped out by the Eternal Night Race back then, or… the three of them really did kill each other in an internal conflict."

Mo Ran didn't put her ancestors on a pedestal. All humans have selfish desires. Just like now, if she and Xing Yao weren't bound by their cooperative agreement and were on equal footing, and if there was a chance to annex Xingyao without affecting the bigger picture, she wouldn't hesitate to make a move.

She believed Xing Yao was the same.

Xing Yao thought for a moment. "Actually, the latter isn't impossible. I heard there were some romantic entanglements between the three founders back then."

He was just revealing the truth, lest it affect Wang Jiu's judgment. As a result, the latter had a look of sudden realization.

"That explains it. Two people are usually fine, but with three or four, it gets messy… you know what I mean."

She was well-versed in the study of such social dynamics.

Mo Ran was speechless and had no desire to understand, so she didn't respond.

It was Xing Yao who said faintly, "I've always been alone. I don't really understand."

Wang Jiu: "Oh, is that so? No wonder your Young Prince isn't much like you."

A direct hit.

Xing Yao: "…"

Mo Ran let out a sneer, but the smile vanished abruptly. They had just walked past an area piled with stones. Before they had taken more than a few steps, she swiftly turned sideways, dodging a black spear that suddenly shot out from the wall beside her.

The spear tip was sharp, slicing off a lock of her long hair. In the few breaths it took for the hair to fall, the section of the corridor they were in was pierced by a frenzy of spears, hundreds of them appearing every second.

Although they were all restricted, their five senses and perception were still intact. In a short period of time, the three of them quickly parried, their blades and swords clanging.

A moment later, a pile of shattered spear fragments lay scattered on the ground.

But the three of them didn't rush to escape, because the spear mechanisms within the five-meter-long walls on both sides had all been discharged. However, the path ahead was still fraught with unknown dangers.

The three of them needed to rest.

"Our stamina is low. Trying to run through it will just get us injured." As Xing Yao leaned against the wall to rest, he saw Wang Jiu squatting on the ground, picking something up.

A strand of hair?

Mo Ran's expression was cold and elegant, her eyes deep and radiant. Her red lips parted slightly. "It's melting."

"Yes, this weapon is a bit strange. It's possible that when a living creature's flesh is wounded by it, its material structure is disintegrated."

Xing Yao was also surprised. He prodded a broken spear with his weapon. "It's a metal body, but I don't know what kind of metal. Its hardness is average. Let me see if it works on clothes."

He tore off a small piece of fabric and touched it to the spear. It also melted.

This was because fabric was also made from materials derived from living things, like hemp and silk.

Even alchemical clothing had to incorporate such materials. Wang Jiu had supplied materials to Wang Shu before, so she knew a little about it.

After it melted, they used their weapons to separate the remaining residue. The three of them looked thoughtful. "The alchemical metals and ore materials are still there. Only the organic materials have had their structure disintegrated."

It was like hemp clothes being burned to ash, leaving only carbon.

"If it's only ineffective against metal, then these weapons are quite formidable. Wouldn't they cause immense harm to us living beings?" Although Wang Jiu said this, she knew there was no way to verify it. They were currently restricted to being ordinary people, and Mo Ran's hair no longer possessed its former extraordinary power.

Normally, their bodies wouldn't melt even if thrown into lava, but here, if they bled without healing, they would die.

"What I'm worried about is whether they are effective on pure contact, or if they also have a radioactive effect. Mo Ran…"

As Wang Jiu was voicing her thoughts, she suddenly called out to Mo Ran. Before she could even move her hand, Mo Ran preemptively used her short blade to cut off a lock of Wang Jiu's hair.

"Don't ask. No. Use your own."

Wang Jiu: "…"

I was just trying to be polite and ask you, but I didn't expect you to be so dishonorable.

Xing Yao suppressed a laugh as he watched Mo Ran take a few strands of hair and hold them near the spear, but not touching it.

The three of them squatted down to observe carefully.

System: "There's something I'm not sure I should say."

Then don't say it.

No, I have to say it!

Wang Jiu's System NPC suddenly materialized, but only as a voice, so it was quite abrupt. "The way you guys are squatting on the ground looking at an anthill… you look like three little toddlers."

Two emperors and a demon king, acting like little children.

Wang Jiu ignored her system, but unexpectedly, Mo Ran's system NPC came out to harass her. "Your Majesty, there is something I'm not sure…"

Just as Mo Ran was about to mute it, the system quickly blurted out a sentence.

"In ancient times, taking a lock of someone's hair was a proposal of marriage."

After saying that, it was muted.

The cold-faced Mo Ran glanced at Wang Jiu's profile from the corner of her eye. Just as she was about to look away, Wang Jiu, without looking at her, said, "Don't worry, we're not getting married. Unless you get pregnant."

Mo Ran, who was often retorted to by Wang Jiu with the same tone and language: "…"

Seeing this, Xing Yao immediately muted his own system NPC to prevent it from jumping out and babbling. However, he did ask Wang Jiu's NPC, "Why are you suddenly able to manifest your voices? Aren't game abilities forbidden here?"

The System NPC itself was also confused. "I don't know. It just suddenly became possible."

The three exchanged a look. Did this mean that this place didn't actually restrict the game itself, and that the game's own rules were even enhanced, but it only restricted the players controlled by the game?

"Because we are living beings."

Just as the three of them reached this conclusion, they all noticed the strands of hair in the air…

They had melted.

"Not good, let's go!"

If the walls in this few-meter-long section could hold hundreds of black spears, how many must be stored in the entire corridor, or even the entire palace? If they were all radioactive, they wouldn't last long before they naturally melted and died here.

The expressions of all three changed, and they ran forward together. As they approached, the weapons in the corridor walls began to shoot out one after another, whether by sound or motion sensor.

They soon determined that the weapons were triggered by sensing living bodies; otherwise, if it were sound-activated, they could have just thrown the broken spears to trigger the mechanisms.

They had no choice but to go through it themselves.

The barrage was too dense, and the main problem was that they couldn't rest. But the reason they didn't run back was that turning back to wait outside was also a death sentence. They didn't have the ability to open this small world ruin. They could either press forward and fight for a future, or go out and wait for time to run out and die.

The three of them decided on the former with almost no discussion.

Judging the length and direction of the corridor by the airflow, Wang Jiu, with her superior perception, led the two of them at a sprint.

The air behind them gradually began to circulate. Just as the open space was in sight, the three of them felt exhausted, their stamina failing.

Good heavens. They were practically demigods, yet they felt like they were in a high school 3000-meter race.

They were so tired they wanted to lie down, but they couldn't.

Even when the game first loaded, it wasn't this miserable.

Their panting was clearly audible.

None of the three encouraged the others, nor did they try to help, because they could barely save themselves. Moreover, to ensure enough space to swing their blades and swords, they had spread out, moving in a triangular formation. A sudden change in trajectory would cause the others to lose their rhythm of continuous parrying.

Swoosh!

As her vision began to blur, a spear shot towards Wang Jiu's abdomen. Wang Jiu turned slightly, her blade slashing diagonally upwards from below to cut it in two. She then leaped into the air, her leg sweeping in a fan-shaped attack that cut down a swath of spears. The moment she landed, she jumped backward, and a large number of spears separated her from Xing Yao and Mo Ran. The two of them were trapped by spears from all directions. Because Wang Jiu had suddenly pulled away, too many spears were left intact, preventing them from moving forward. They were in immediate danger.

Was this black-hearted woman finally going to make her move? That couldn't be right. Were the two of them no longer useful?

Suddenly, as they watched Wang Jiu land safely… she raised her hand and forcefully threw her Gilded Abyss, the blade spinning.

Homing Bird Sword Art!

A section of spears in the middle was viciously cut down.

Clang!

The hilt landed in her hand and was sheathed with a clang. Mo Ran and Xing Yao finally landed in front of Wang Jiu, sweat soaking the hair at their temples, their faces pale.

Not from fear, but from exhaustion.

Wang Jiu sat leaning against the wall, panting to catch her breath, while Xing Yao sat cross-legged. They couldn't be bothered with their image anymore. Mo Ran, however, stood leaning against the wall, beads of sweat trickling down her slender, elegant jaw. As a drop fell, she said to Wang Jiu, "Just now, I thought you were going to abandon us."

Thinking about it, perhaps they really were of no use to Wang Jiu anymore.

Xing Yao smiled bitterly. "We have no value left. We're useless in this place."

Wang Jiu's head was tilted back against the wall, her eyes closed as she recovered her strength. Her lips moved slightly as she said softly, "You do. Teasing you is entertaining."

The two of them: "…"

After her breathing steadied a little, she opened her eyes and smiled. "When the pressure gets to be too much, I can also use you to relieve my desires."

It was clear now. Lao Wang was in a terrible mood, making her as crude as a horse-taming herdsman in a felt hat from the northern steppes.

Or like the brutish young man who carried Jiu'er into the red sorghum fields.

Knowing they couldn't beat Lao Wang in a physical fight and might actually be pushed down, Xing Yao and Mo Ran fell silent.

After resting for a while, Wang Jiu, whose recovery speed was clearly faster than the other two, got up first. She sensed the only entrance ahead for a moment and asked them, "Do you hear anything?"

They didn't.

It was a bit eerie. Even the airflow was gone, as if the space inside was completely still.

The three of them carefully walked through the short corridor together. Moss gradually grew on the corridor walls, and soon they saw a square, cube-like cave.

The walls were as smooth as mirrors, their black surface reflecting their images like new. The material was not unfamiliar; it was the same as the black spears.

If that was all there was, Wang Jiu and the others would have to be tired of living to go in. But in reality, the walls were covered with dense totemic secret patterns.

They couldn't see them clearly, but from some of the visible content, they could tell that the surface was fluid, shrouded in a thin layer of mist. Without getting close, it was impossible to record the true content—it was impossible to do so with the naked eye from the entrance. One had to get close to read it.

The four walls contained at least eight thousand square meters of information, recording the Dao inheritances from the entire history of the Primordial Spirit Race. It was thousands of times more precious than the 300 billion in resources Wang Jiu had extorted before.

Such a supreme treasure, such a…

None of the three moved to rush in, because they saw skeletons scattered here and there on the seemingly ordinary ground.

The Primordial Spirit Race were not ordinary humans. Their bodies were different from typical flesh and blood; at the very least, their bones were golden.

These were all from the Primordial Spirit Race, and their cultivation was not low. Their bones contained a marrow like warm, moist jade, possessing extraordinary spirituality.

Wang Jiu said, "Remember the passage we came through before? There were some broken stones piled up. I think there was originally a sealed door in front of the corridor, but it was later broken down. Under normal circumstances, external enemies wouldn't be able to reach the interior. It must have been internal members who, taking advantage of the chaos or the defeat back then, coveted the inheritance here. They gathered some people and broke through that path of death. Some died in the corridor, their bodies melted away by the corridor itself, leaving no trace, which is why we didn't notice. But some managed to fight their way here."

Mo Ran glanced at the ground. "But they still died. And judging by their posture before death, their legs were disabled first, hence the strange leg positions—there might be something strange about this ground."

She casually took off a hairpin and threw it forward.

As the hairpin landed, the ground rippled as if a thin membrane of illusion had been touched and dissipated, revealing its true form.

It was a square surface of liquid, like mercury.

But this was not mercury.

Wang Jiu didn't recognize the black metal material, but she recognized the silver liquid.

"It's Flowing Silver."

Wang Jiu frowned. "This stuff devours souls."

Soul-devouring?

This Primordial Court was toxic. First, it melted living bodies, and now it devoured souls. It was determined to kill anyone who entered.

"Touching the walls will melt your body, and touching the ground will damage or even destroy your soul. Unless you can fly, but it also has a restriction that turns people into ordinary humans."

This setup was like the dilemma where your mom and your wife fall into the water at the same time, but you can't swim. A truly vicious design.

As Mo Ran felt speechless, she saw Wang Jiu's expression relax, as if she wasn't troubled. "You have a way?"

"I like this kind of setup," Wang Jiu answered cryptically. Xing Yao seemed to realize something and said in surprise, "Don't tell me you can still separate your soul from your body?"

Mo Ran had a sudden realization. Could it be that because Wang Jiu was the Ghost Emperor, her soul was free to leave her body? Unlike them, who had to use soul power and spirit power to separate their souls, which was also within the restriction. But Wang Jiu was different…

Separating her soul was as easy as drinking water for her.

But why hadn't she done it before? If her soul could leave her body, she could have passed through all the areas and directly seen the true nature of the Primordial Court.

Unless…

Both Mo Ran and Xing Yao glanced at Wang Jiu's body.

Although she was set as an ordinary person, a physical body was very important. A soul body had its advantages, but also its inconveniences. She probably didn't trust them enough to leave her body with them.

This was understandable. It was only right to be cautious, especially for someone who had always been prudent and would never trust anyone except the Old Lady.

The two of them just had this realization and had no objections. It was Wang Jiu who suddenly asked them a question.

"So, which one of you is going to hold me?"

The two of them: "???"

Before they could react, Wang Jiu's soul left her body, and the soulless body naturally collapsed… Xing Yao and Mo Ran caught her at the same time, each holding an arm and her waist, but they both subconsciously glanced at each other.

It's unclear what they were thinking, but both of them simultaneously let go, dropping her right on the ground as if tossing a corpse. Then they stood tacitly at the entrance of the square space, quietly watching Wang Jiu's soul float and fly inside…

Holding her was impossible. Absolutely impossible!

Wang Jiu didn't notice this. She started reading the records from one wall. The two at the entrance were in no hurry and took the opportunity to rest and recover their stamina.

Actually, these inheritances were secondary. The most important thing was to find a way out. They hoped that among these inheritances, there was a method to leave this small world ruin.

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Three days later, Mo Ran looked at the dense melting marks on her skin, her expression cold.

The three days had been painful and long. There was a certain amount of radioactive black metal substance in this space. They couldn't resist it and could only be slowly melted. However, it hadn't reached a fatal level yet.

By their calculations, they had seven days of melting time left.

If they couldn't get out in seven days, they would surely die.

But neither of them urged Wang Jiu. They didn't even make a sound, just quietly recuperating and thinking.

Until…

"It records 188 types of Dao, obtained by all the great emperors in the history of the Primordial Spirit Race, but there is no record of a way to leave the Primordial Court."

After Wang Jiu spoke, Mo Ran and Xing Yao frowned. Xing Yao asked, "If you focus on digesting these inheritances, can you cultivate to a certain level and break out?"

"Theoretically, yes. But there's far from enough time, and we only have seven days left."

Because she knew it was impossible, she had simply focused on memorizing these inheritances instead of cultivating and studying them?

But reasoning in reverse, she must have a way out, otherwise there would be no need to memorize everything like a top student.

So… the two of them watched as Wang Jiu's soul flew down and approached one of the corpses.

They noticed that this corpse was different from the others. The marrow inside its bones had already begun to crystallize.

Its cultivation level must have been terrifying.

But what Wang Jiu cared about was the ring on its hand.

She had seen this ring on another person.

"Yin Lao's wedding ring? You mean this person is Bai Chi?!"

"Then what are you going to do now…"

Xing Yao and Mo Ran were stunned, having already guessed what Wang Jiu intended to do. And Wang Jiu directly entered Bai Chi's body. It didn't matter that there was no flesh; the skeleton was still a physical entity.

"I understand Yin Lao. She hated Bai Chi to the bone, preferring to erase her memories of him, yet she alone wore a ring identical to this one. If it were a wedding ring, it would mean lingering feelings, which is not her character. So I guess—this ring is a symbol of the power or authority that Yin Lao coveted."

After possessing the body, Wang Jiu raised the skeletal hand and poured her soul into it, trying to control it… Soul power couldn't be used, but that didn't mean her soul couldn't sense.

She had to sense what this thing was…

Just as Wang Jiu's soul probed into it, Mo Ran and Xing Yao didn't have to wait long.

Buzz!

They felt a terrifying pressure. In that instant, they almost fell to their knees. Out of self-respect, they forced themselves to lean against the wall for support, looking in horror at the standing skeleton inside.

To be able to exert such tangible pressure in a place of infinite restrictions was truly extraordinary.

And in the next second, they also saw a faint, snow-white radiance, which condensed into a soul-thought.

It was somewhat blurry, seemingly extremely weak, but they could vaguely make out an elegant, ethereal man.

Wang Jiu looked at him. "Bai Chi?"

Bai Chi nodded. Because he was weak, he didn't waste time. "This is the Primordial Ring, the royal ring passed down by the founder of the Primordial Spirit Race, my master Dao Yan. It is the first ancient spirit ring and can control the Primordial Court, possessing infinite power. After the defeat back then, some traitors within the clan tried to steal the inheritance of the Nullification Wall. I defeated them, but I was already severely injured. With no strength left, my soul was weakened, and I could only attach myself to it to survive, unable to even control it, nor could I contact anyone to pass on the inheritance… In truth, there was no one qualified to inherit it. After all, no one could even enter this place. You are the only one."

Bai Chi looked at Wang Jiu, his eyes filled with emotion. "I never thought that after so many years, a Ghost Emperor would appear in the world. But that makes sense. Besides those who possess the Primordial Ring and my master, only an existence like a Ghost Emperor could enter here."

He explained the cause and effect clearly and also named Wang Jiu as the successor.

As the beneficiary, Wang Jiu didn't refuse. She said directly, "Anything else to say? If you're done, I'm binding this ring. Can't you see those two beauties over there are already getting disfigured?"

Bai Chi glanced over, then looked back, sighing in admiration. "You have good taste."

Wang Jiu smiled. "Not as good as yours in choosing a wife, senior."

Bai Chi was slightly surprised. "You know A'Lao?"

His soul body had already begun to dissipate.

Bai Chi's face showed worry and sadness, but no hatred. Wang Jiu gave him one last look.

"I ate her."

With that one sentence, Bai Chi was stunned. Then he gave a bitter smile, full of sorrow, and dissipated.

"Ah, Lao, so hopelessly stubborn. Why did you have to bring this upon yourself."

His voice lingered. Wang Jiu paid it no mind; her soul was already being devoured by the soul-devouring mithril.

The essence of her soul was too powerful. This kind of damage was not yet fatal. It was possible that even after Mo Ran and Xing Yao had completely melted, her soul would still be fine. But… she deliberately pretended that her soul had weakened a lot.

For no particular reason.

Just to keep a card up her sleeve.

No matter how weak she was, Wang Jiu still bound the Primordial Ring. As she did, she checked to see if any of Bai Chi's soul remained within it.

Finding no trace of a soul, Wang Jiu was relieved.

"You two, get ready."

At Wang Jiu's call, Mo Ran and Xing Yao both grabbed Wang Jiu's body on the ground. They once again glanced at each other, and Mo Ran let go.

"I'll give you the chance to princess-carry her."

"After all, the two of us carrying her would look a bit like we're collecting a corpse."

Xing Yao: "…"

This proud, icy woman was becoming more and more devious, insulting two people at once. Such a nasty attitude must have been picked up from someone.

But Xing Yao didn't hesitate and directly lifted Wang Jiu's body.

The entire Primordial Court transformed and melted away. It was opening up, releasing them…

As she controlled the Primordial Ring and was leaving the Primordial Court, stuck in the space between the chaotic torrent and the court, Wang Jiu, who had recovered some of her soul and spirit power, inexplicably sensed the Primordial Ring being drawn to a certain place.

In the depths of this chaotic torrent.

Perhaps it was adjacent to the Primordial Court, or perhaps it was very far away, but it definitely existed.

Powerful and mysterious, mysterious and terrifying.

Wang Jiu immediately withdrew her attention and, before the chaotic torrent could strike, decisively grabbed Huai En and Long Aotian, who had been waiting in a certain part of the Primordial Court and had also been ejected. Together with Mo Ran and Xing Yao, she rushed out of the torrent.

After returning to the original cave cliff, the group was in a sorry state, though they had regained the use of their spirit and soul power.

They were still weak.

Rushing out of the chaotic torrent again had consumed what little strength they had left. Fortunately, they could now use resources to recover.

"Aren't you tired?"

Wang Jiu suddenly said.

Xing Yao reacted and put down Wang Jiu, who had already returned to her own body. She was also rummaging through her game inventory.

But Huai En was generous and directly gave them a batch of recovery resources, for both spirit power and soul power.

Oh, so Buddhists are also professional healers.

No one was polite. They accepted it with a smile. As they took the potions to recover, Long Aotian was lamenting, "What bad luck this time. I didn't get anything. You bald monk, you actually got lost."

Huai En's expression was calm. He put his palms together. "Benefactor Pig, not only did you get lost, but you also had vomiting and diarrhea. I told you not to eat the watermelons in the desert, but you wouldn't listen…"

If Huai En's expression were a meme right now, it would be "Trying to stop my companion from eating shit, but he insists on eating it…"

Whose fault is it? Whose fault!

Long Aotian was embarrassed. Having an ordinary constitution, he was starving. How could he resist the temptation of those watermelons? He ate several of them, and the result was…

They didn't even get to touch the edge of the Primordial Court. They were trapped in the desert for three whole days.

So pitiful!

But he hadn't been wailing for long when Wang Jiu suddenly asked, "I have the Nullification Wall inheritance from the Primordial Spirit Race of the Primordial Court. Who wants it?"

Everyone was shocked.

But Xing Yao and Mo Ran weren't that shocked. Mo Ran, in particular, asked calmly, "What are the conditions?"

In front of them, Wang Jiu calmly took out a book so thick it could be used as a murder weapon.

They all looked.

A Slave Agreement.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

System: "Here it comes, here it comes. That familiar recipe, that familiar flavor."

My great Demon King, you're at it again.

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