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In the inner sea.

Yin and Yang Island, Heaven Stairway Mountain, Yin Yang Hall’s spirit cave, Ancestral Master Hall.

Here stood the longevity tablets of the Pseudo Divine Power Realm experts of the Yin Yang Hall.

As for the Divine Power Realm, they were peerless experts who could enter grotto-heavens directly. Their tablets were all in Heavenly Saint Grotto-Heaven.

“Creak! ”

A middle-aged man in purple, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, pushed the door open and entered. He had a shiny head, a short figure, and a chubby face. Coupled with his curved eyebrows and slender eyes, he looked like Maitreya Buddha.

This person looked at least 80 to 90% similar to Zhao Wuxiu. The only obvious difference was that he was half a head taller than Zhao Wuxiu.

It was Zhao Wuxiu’s brother, Zhao Wuji.

Previously, the two brothers had surrounded the Blood Mosquito with Huo Lingtao, Hua Yuanwu, and Ying Xuan of the Holy Emperor Palace.

In order to protect his brother, Zhao Wuxiu, he was injured by the Blood Mosquito and lost a lot of blood essence.

He recuperated for nearly a year before he basically recovered.

“Looks like my longevity tablet is about to shatter.” Zhao Wuji looked at the longevity tablets placed in front of him in a daze.

There was a trace of their divine sense in the longevity tablet placed here.

Whether they died in meditation or accidentally died, their divine sense would disappear together, causing the longevity tablet to shatter.

The longevity tablet at the bottom row had already shattered, indicating that the Pseudo Divine Power Realm expert who was registered elder on it had already died.

The loss of blood essence directly affected Zhao Wuji’s lifespan. He could have lived for another hundred years, but now, he could only barely live for 60 years.

He directly became the Pseudo Divine Power Realm expert with the least lifespan among them.

“Sigh… After 800 years of bitter cultivation, it’s all for nothing in the end.” Zhao Wuji sighed.

He and his brother were the fourth-generation legacy disciples of the Yin Yang Hall who moved to the inner sea. Because of their outstanding talent, they entered the grotto-heaven directly. Later on, they were even chosen by the Sect Master, Yuan Xiyu, who was the owner of the grotto-heaven. They became his registered disciples and were in the limelight.

However, when they cultivated to the perfected Seven Fiend realm in their early years, their teacher told them that with their strength, even in the grotto-heaven, the probability of them transcending the Divine Power Tribulation would not exceed 20%.

After more than 700 years, the two of them had only cultivated to the Six Revolution Pseudo Divine Power. They were the most useless disciples of the Sect Master.

Without the Great Dao of Divine Power, everything was fake.

Ni Ying could obtain the “Reincarnation Dharmic Edict” from the Sect Master because she was a Nine Revolution Pseudo Divine Power. If she reincarnated and cultivated again, the probability of obtaining a Divine Power in her next life would increase greatly.

Many Divine Power experts in the various grotto-heaven worlds took this step.

However, they were only Six Revolution Pseudo Divine Power experts. Even if the Sect Master was their teacher, he could not give them two uses of the Reincarnation Dharmic Edict.

Crack! Crack!

Just as Zhao Wuji was sighing at the ruthlessness of time and recalling the glorious years of the past, a crisp sound made him come back to his senses.

“This is?”

Zhao Wuji looked in the direction of the voice. A crack appeared on the longevity tablet on the leftmost side of the second last row.

The words “Zhu Yannian” on it, which were originally suffused with dense divine light, quickly dimmed at this moment. As the first crack appeared, dense cracks appeared on the entire longevity tablet in a breath, crisscrossing like a spider web.

From the appearance of the crack to the complete disappearance of the divine light on the longevity tablet, the entire process took less than two breaths.

“Old Ghost Zhu is dead?!” Zhao Wuji’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Some time ago, Zhu Yannian left the grotto-heaven and descended to the Yin Yang Hall. After meeting the descendant of the Zhu family, Zhu Zizheng, he left the inner sea.

He said that he was going to find a precious spiritual herb for Zhu Zizheng to consume.

He did not expect him to die in just a month!

Zhao Wuji’s expression was as dark as water as he shouted out of the hall,

“Men!”

“Ancestor.” A respectful voice sounded from outside the door.

A slender and handsome young man appeared outside the hall. He was wearing a white robe with golden thread embroidered on it and a long sword at his waist. His aura was extraordinary.

The person who came was He Zhongyuan, one of the ten legacy disciples.

The ten legacy disciples usually had to take turns to come to the Ancestral

Master Hall to sweep for a month. This way, they could obtain the Supreme Elder’s teachings at a close distance. At the same time, they could also cultivate near the spirit cave and enjoy even richer spiritual qi.

“Go and ring the Yin and Yang Bell 27 times. Gather all the disciples in the sect!” Zhao Wuji said in a low voice.

“Twenty-seven times! He Zhongyuan’s expression suddenly changed.

Typically, only when something major happened would the Yin and Yang Bell outside the legacy hall ring. For example, the legacy competition would only ring nine times.

Twenty-seven times involved all those under the Divine Power Realm.

Only when the sect was exterminated and there was a shocking change in the sect would it ring 27 times.

“Go on.”

“Yes.

He Zhongyuan immediately bowed and retreated, rushing towards the legacy hall.

Heaven Ascension City.

In the inner city.

At the Han residence.

After Lu Yingxuan returned with Xu Ling and Lu Yi, she stayed here.

They hoped that they could meet Han Zhao as soon as he returned.

At this moment, in the backyard.

Xu Ling was sitting upright in front of the stone table, one hand supporting her chin. She was in a daze.

Lu Yi lay on a rattan chair under the corridor. He narrowed his eyes and munched on melon seeds while basking in the sun calmly.

Zhang Mudie sat beside him and handed him tea and pastries from time to time.

Lu Yingxuan was wearing the white cultivation warrior uniform left behind from the Yuan Chang County’s martial arts academy. She held a bright silver sword in her hand and flashed around the courtyard. She waved the sword airtight and emitted a cold sound.

“Yingxuan, rest for a while.” Lu Yi opened his eyes and glanced at Lu

Yingxuan..