“Everything is destined, and when the leaf falls, it seeks the wind.”
Bu Yi murmured these words before handing the leaf to Shui Miao. “Shui Miao, what do you think these two lines mean?”
“This…”
Looking at the glowing characters on the withered yellow leaf, Shui Miao was immediately puzzled. At that moment of confusion, the leaf turned into countless fragments that scattered with the wind, vanishing without a trace.
“This mysterious expert appeared and disappeared without a trace. His cultivation is unfathomable. He rescued Bai Lian but left these two lines. From these words, he clearly had no hostile intentions. Could it be that there’s a hidden meaning here, giving me a hint about some cosmic secret? ‘Everything is destined’ probably means to tell me that everything in this world exists for a reason. But what does ‘when the leaf falls, it seeks the wind’ mean…”
Shui Miao murmured to himself, lost in thought.
Bu Yi scratched his head and looked toward Meng San Niang. Poetry was as incomprehensible to him as a book with no words—he wanted to understand, but didn’t know where to start.
Meng San Niang frowned and mused, “The phrase ‘when the leaf falls, it seeks the wind’ sounds more like an emotional expression, almost like a lament about life. When the leaf was on the tree, it always longed to drift away with the wind. One day, when the leaf finally withered and fell, in that moment of descent, it longed for the wind. But the wind never came. Even if the wind did come, what difference would it make? But these words might also reflect some insight into worldly matters. Perhaps he wants to tell us not to be too obsessed…”
“No! This is the lie of a fraud!”
Shui Miao shook his head, clenching his fists coldly. “Obviously, this so-called expert has been secretly watching us all along. He watched Bai Lian deceive and mock me without intervening. When he saw me about to kill Bai Lian, he stepped in to save her. This so-called expert talks about destiny and heavenly fate, pretending to be noble and perfect. But in reality, they are selfish. They only care about their own feelings. In their eyes, life is not equal, and there is no distinction between good and evil. They are all just selfish liars who center everything around themselves. I won’t believe their words anymore. In this world, only power can prove everything! No matter how strong he is, I won’t fear him!”
Shui Miao saw through the essence of these two lines—it was just some damn immortal expressing his own stupid emotions.
He had rescued his enemy from my hands and still had the mood to write poetry. The more Shui Miao thought about it, the angrier he became, considering it a great humiliation.
In his heart, Shui Miao silently resolved to make more friends, accumulate resources, enhance his strength, and seek revenge.
Meng San Niang obtained Bai Lian’s memories and passed them to Shui Miao.
Through these memories, Shui Miao fully understood Bai Lian’s true nature and learned how she had been exploiting his father’s psychology.
She pretended to be a good person, helping Chen Yi Ren ascend to immortality and go to Yu Xu Sect to cultivate.
But in reality, Bai Lian had already made a pact with Yu Xu Sect to fight against other immortal sects and even overthrow the heavenly court, among many other conspiracies. Her fight with Hua Tian Xiong was also an act, aimed at investigating the situation of the dwarves and the Luocha Realm to seize resources.
Bai Lian did not expect Shui Miao to suddenly rise up and disrupt her plans.
She deeply understood Chen Yi Ren’s character and knew Shui Miao’s weaknesses, so she tried to impersonate Shui Miao’s mother to continue deceiving and manipulating him. But she miscalculated again, not expecting that Shui Miao had Meng Mo, Meng San Niang, by his side.
However, Shui Miao also miscalculated, not expecting Bai Lian to be rescued by someone within the Supreme Treasure.
The appearance of this high-level expert made Shui Miao deeply realize his own insignificance and ignited his determination to cultivate relentlessly.
“But he really is too strong!”
Bu Yi pondered for a moment, still showing a fearful expression.
Meng San Niang nodded. “This high-level expert is indeed very strong, at least at the level of an Immortal Emperor, or even stronger. However, such high-level experts have one common trait—they dislike interfering in worldly matters.”
“No, he has already intervened, and it’s obvious he’s on the side of that thousand-year-old female ghost, Bai Lian.” Bu Yi’s eyes darted around, seemingly thinking about something.
Seeing the change in Bu Yi’s expression, Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he said, “Brother Bu Yi, you are the first expert of the dwarves and the chief of the dwarves, bearing the honor and disgrace of the entire dwarf race. I won’t drag you down. I will now return the Tian Dou Four Symbols Array to you, along with the refining furnace.”
In fact, Shui Miao’s words were a deliberate test of Bu Yi’s attitude. So after speaking, he did not immediately withdraw the array.
Bu Yi scratched his head awkwardly, his face full of embarrassment. “Shui Miao, thank you for thinking of me, but our strength is indeed not enough yet. Let’s talk about it when we are truly powerful. Oh, and the three things you promised Bu Fa earlier are canceled, no need to mention them again. To express our apologies, this ring contains some crystals for you to use…”
“No! Brother Bu Yi, I’ve already received many benefits from the dwarves. I won’t accept any crystals.”
Shui Miao appeared indifferent on the surface but felt a wave of sorrow inside.
With a thought, Shui Miao immediately withdrew the Tian Dou Four Symbols Array, along with the refining furnace and the Tian Yuan Ring, and returned them to Bu Yi.
Meng San Niang sighed. She could understand Bu Yi’s feelings. The dwarves were merchants, and Bu Yi could not risk the entire dwarf race’s fate.
“Shui Miao, I believe you will succeed. I don’t have much to say, but I’ll give you a token. You must accept it.” Meng San Niang handed Shui Miao a pure white jade token. “Our Meng Mo clan has two sects: Tian Mo and Di Mo. I can’t sense the experts in the Immortal Realm, but Tian Mo can. Take this token to the Tian Mo sect in the Immortal Realm, and they will teach you how to cultivate the Tian Mo heart method. By then, no powerful experts will be able to secretly monitor you anymore.”
“Thank you, Sister Meng!”
Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he quickly thanked Meng San Niang. Being secretly monitored by others was a painful thing.
Therefore, Meng San Niang’s jade token was exactly what Shui Miao needed to resolve his inner conflict.
“Farewell, I must take my leave now!”
Meng San Niang patted Shui Miao’s arm and immediately vanished.
Bu Yi was very embarrassed, said nothing, and also left.
Due to the withdrawal of the array, the four injured Dragon Lords were no longer restrained. Unable to defeat Wu Chang Yi Dao, they fled into the Luocha Sea.
However, Wu Chang Yi Dao relentlessly pursued them, killing down into the depths of the Luocha Sea.
The Demon Dragon Island returned to its previous state.
Shui Miao stood alone on the island, feeling a sense of loss and couldn’t help but bitterly smile. His team was too weak, just a fleeting moment!
The experts were too terrifying. They only appeared for a second and then left, completely dismantling his alliance team in less than a second.
They didn’t even want him to help them forge time artifacts anymore!
“Shui Miao, you must be very sad, right?”
Suddenly, from a nearby artifact, Luo Tong’s soul appeared.
Shui Miao smiled faintly and retrieved all the artifacts from the Ten Yin Kun Yuan Array into the Sheng Yuan Ring. “You’re not leaving yet? While your soul is still intact, you should hurry back to the Immortal Realm to find your real body. Honestly, I somewhat regret trapping your soul back then.”
“Haha! I’d rather stay. You know, for someone like me who forges artifacts, the happiest thing is breaking formations. Hehe, besides, why rush to the Immortal Realm!” Luo Tong’s soul paused and then comforted Shui Miao. “Shui Miao! You’re a genius. Their leaving you is their loss of vision. Your current situation isn’t that bad. At least you still have many artifacts obtained from my formations, you can restore the Ten Yin Kun Yuan Array, and at least I’m still with you, right?”
“With me? Aren’t you afraid of being implicated by me and then eliminated by that high-level expert?”
Shui Miao suddenly found Luo Tong’s soul quite interesting.
Luo Tong grinned. “Afraid of what? I’ve hidden life talismans in many treasures. I can reincarnate repeatedly. Who wants to kill me won’t find it easy. I’m just an artifact forger with no enemies. I sell all the good stuff I forge immediately. Plus, my real body has a half-ruined holy artifact passed down from the Pangu era for self-defense. No one in the Three Realms can do anything to me!”
“A half-ruined holy artifact?”
Shui Miao frowned. “How does your half-ruined holy artifact compare to the Supreme Treasure? Could you withstand the person who just entered the Supreme Treasure and rescued Bai Lian?”
“Pfft! He’s just a piece of crap. My artifact is a holy artifact, do you understand? It’s beyond the rankings of artifacts in the Three Realms. No matter who enters, they can’t come out. Killing an Immortal Emperor is as simple as crushing an ant.” Luo Tong’s soul spoke with conviction.
Shui Miao blinked and suddenly smiled. “Don’t brag. I don’t believe you.”
“Haha! Whether you believe me or not, you’ll find out eventually.” Luo Tong’s soul looked around and then mysteriously said, “Shui Miao, aren’t you planning to gain some benefits here before leaving?”
“What benefits can this place offer?” Shui Miao looked at Luo Tong’s soul in surprise. “Hey, you really aren’t going back to the Immortal Realm? Following me might bring you bad luck. Don’t blame me for not warning you. Those four evil dragons might capture me, and Wu Chang Yi Dao might also capture me and hand me over to Yu Xu Sect. If they eliminate me, they might take you down too.”
“All is ordained by fate; the falling leaf seeks the wind.”
Bu Yi recited the lines before handing the leaf to Shui Miao. “Shui Miao, what do you think these two sentences mean?”
“Uh…”
Gazing at the shimmering words etched on the withered yellow leaf, Shui Miao was instantly perplexed. As confusion set in, the leaf disintegrated into countless fragments, scattering with the wind and vanishing without a trace.
“This master appears and disappears like a shadow. His cultivation is unfathomable. He saved Bai Lian but left behind these two lines. Judging by his words, he clearly bears no hostility. Could it be that there’s a deeper meaning hidden within, some celestial secret he’s hinting at? ‘All is ordained by fate’ likely means that everything in this world exists for a reason. But as for ‘the falling leaf seeks the wind’…”
Shui Miao murmured to himself, lost in thought.
Bu Yi scratched his head and glanced at Meng Sanniang. Poetry was like a book without words to him—he wanted to understand it but had no idea where to start.
Meng Sanniang frowned, pondering for a moment. “‘The falling leaf seeks the wind’—these words feel more like an expression of emotion, a lament on life. When a leaf is on the tree, it dreams of flying with the wind. One day, when it turns yellow and finally falls, in that moment of descent, it yearns for the wind to come. But what if the wind doesn’t come? And even if it does, what then? Yet, these words might also reflect an insight into the myriad affairs of the world. He wants to tell us not to cling too stubbornly…”
“No! This is a liar’s deceit!”
Shui Miao shook his head, clenched his fist, and coldly declared, “It’s obvious that this so-called master has been secretly watching us all along. He stood by and watched as Bai Lian deceived and manipulated me without intervening. Only when I was about to kill her did he step in to save her. These so-called masters spout nonsense about fate and destiny, pretending to be saintly and perfect. But in reality, they’re incredibly selfish, caring only about their own emotions. To them, lives are not equal; they see no distinction between good and evil. They’re nothing but self-centered frauds. I won’t believe their words anymore. In this world, only strength proves everything! No matter how powerful he is, I’m not afraid of him!”
Shui Miao saw through the essence of those two lines—they were nothing but the ramblings of a damned immortal venting his own worthless emotions.
To save his enemy right from his grasp and then have the leisure to write poetry—the more Shui Miao thought about it, the angrier he became. It felt like an unbearable humiliation.
Secretly, Shui Miao swore to himself that he would make more friends, accumulate resources, strengthen his power, and exact revenge!
Meng Sanniang had obtained Bai Lian’s memories and transmitted them to Shui Miao.
Through these memories, Shui Miao came to fully understand Bai Lian’s true nature and realized how she had been exploiting his father’s psychology.
On the surface, she pretended to be a good person, helping Chen Yiren ascend to immortality and join the Yuxu Sect to cultivate.
But in truth, Bai Lian had long formed an alliance with the Yuxu Sect to collaborate against other immortal sects, even plotting to overthrow the Heavenly Court, among other conspiracies. Her fight with Hua Tianxiong was merely an act—her real goal was to investigate the situation of the Dwarf Tribe and the Rakshasa Realm and seize their resources.
However, Bai Lian never expected Shui Miao to rise abruptly and disrupt her plans.
She knew Chen Yiren’s personality well and was aware of Shui Miao’s weaknesses, so she attempted to impersonate Shui Miao’s mother to continue deceiving and using him. But she miscalculated again—she hadn’t anticipated that Shui Miao had a Dream Demon, Meng Sanniang, by his side.
Yet Shui Miao also miscalculated. He never expected Bai Lian to be rescued by someone from within the Supreme Treasure.
The appearance of this master made Shui Miao deeply aware of his own insignificance and ignited his determination to cultivate desperately.
“But he’s really too powerful!”
Bu Yi pondered for a moment, still looking fearful and apprehensive.
Meng Sanniang nodded. “This master is indeed incredibly strong, at least at the Immortal Emperor level, or perhaps even higher. However, such masters share a common trait—they dislike meddling in worldly affairs.”
“No, he’s already intervened, and it’s clear he’s on the side of the thousand-year-old female ghost, Bai Lian.” Bu Yi’s eyes darted around as if he were contemplating something.
Noticing the change in Bu Yi’s expression, Shui Miao’s heart stirred. “Elder Brother Bu Yi, you are the Dwarf Tribe’s greatest expert and their chieftain, bearing the responsibility for the tribe’s honor and decline. I won’t drag you into this. I’ll return the Four Phases of the Heavenly Dipper Formation to you now, along with the artifact-refining furnace.”
Shui Miao’s words were actually a test of Bu Yi’s attitude, so after speaking, he didn’t immediately withdraw the formation.
Bu Yi awkwardly scratched his head, looking embarrassed. “Shui Miao, thank you for being so considerate. Our strength truly isn’t sufficient yet. Let’s talk about it when we’ve truly become stronger. Also, the three things you promised Bufa earlier—consider them void. To apologize, here’s a ring with some spirit stones. Take them and use them…”
“No! Elder Brother Bu Yi, I’ve already received many benefits from the Dwarf Tribe. I won’t take any more spirit stones.”
Shui Miao appeared indifferent on the surface, but his heart felt desolate.
With a thought, Shui Miao retrieved the Four Phases of the Heavenly Dipper Formation, along with the artifact-refining furnace and the Tianyuan Ring, and returned them all to Bu Yi.
Meng Sanniang sighed. She could understand Bu Yi’s feelings. The Dwarf Tribe were merchants, and Bu Yi couldn’t risk the entire tribe’s fate.
“Shui Miao, I believe you will succeed. I have nothing more to say, but I’ll give you a token. You must accept it.” Meng Sanniang handed Shui Miao a flawless jade token. “Our Dream Demon Tribe is divided into the Heavenly Demon and Earthly Demon factions. I can’t sense the powerful immortals, but the Heavenly Demons can. Take this token to the immortal realm and seek out the Heavenly Demon faction. They will teach you how to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Heart Technique. Once you’ve mastered it, no powerful being will be able to secretly monitor you anymore.”
“Thank you, Sister Meng!”
Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he quickly thanked Meng Sanniang. Being secretly watched by others was a tormenting experience.
Thus, Meng Sanniang’s jade token was exactly what Shui Miao needed to resolve his inner turmoil.
“Take care. I must bid you farewell now!”
Meng Sanniang patted Shui Miao’s arm and vanished in a flash.
Bu Yi, looking extremely awkward, said nothing and also left.
With the formation withdrawn, the four injured Dragon Sovereigns, no longer restrained and unable to defeat Wuchang Yidao, had no choice but to flee into the Rakshasa Sea.
However, Wuchang Yidao pursued them relentlessly, following them into the depths of the sea.
The Evil Dragon Island returned to its former state.
Standing alone on the island, Shui Miao felt a stark contrast in his emotions and couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. His team was far too weak—it had been nothing but a flash in the pan!
The power of a master was terrifying. In less than a second, his appearance and departure had completely dismantled Shui Miao’s alliance.
They didn’t even want him to help them forge the Time Artifact anymore!
“Shui Miao, you must be very sad, right?”
Suddenly, Luo Tong’s primordial spirit emerged from a nearby artifact.
Shui Miao smiled faintly and retrieved all the artifacts from the earlier Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation into the Shengyuan Ring. “Aren’t you leaving yet? While your primordial spirit is still intact, hurry back to the immortal realm and reunite with your true body. To be honest, I somewhat regret trapping your primordial spirit earlier.”
“Haha! I’d rather stay. You know, for us artifact forgers, the greatest joy lies in breaking formations. Besides, what’s the rush to return to the immortal realm?” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit paused before comforting Shui Miao. “Shui Miao! You’re a genius. Their departure is their loss. Your current situation isn’t that bad. At least you still have many artifacts obtained from my formation. You can restore the Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation, and you still have me by your side, don’t you?”
“Have you? Aren’t you afraid of being implicated and getting annihilated by that master with a single snap?”
Shui Miao suddenly found Luo Tong’s primordial spirit quite amusing.
Luo Tong grinned. “Why should I be afraid? I’ve hidden life talismans in many treasures. I can revive again and again. It’s not easy for anyone to kill me. I’m just an artifact forger—I have no life-or-death enemies. I sell the good stuff I forge right away, and my true body even has a semi-defunct sacred artifact from the Pangu era for protection. In the Three Realms, no one can do anything to me!”
“Semi-defunct sacred artifact?”
Shui Miao frowned. “How does your semi-defunct sacred artifact compare to a Supreme Treasure? Could it defend against that person who broke into the Supreme Treasure and rescued Bai Lian?”
“Pfft! He’s nothing. My artifact is a sacred artifact—do you understand what that means? It’s a treasure beyond rankings in the Three Realms. Once anyone enters, they can never come out. Killing an Immortal Emperor is as easy as crushing an ant.” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit spoke with unwavering confidence.
Shui Miao blinked and suddenly smiled. “Stop boasting. I don’t believe you.”
“Haha! Whether you believe it or not, you’ll find out eventually.” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit glanced around and mysteriously whispered, “Shui Miao, aren’t you planning to grab some benefits here before leaving?”
“What benefits could this place possibly offer?” Shui Miao looked at Luo Tong’s primordial spirit in surprise. “Hey, are you really not returning to the immortal realm? If you follow me, you might end up in trouble. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Those four evil dragons might capture me, and Wuchang Yidao might take me to the Yuxu Sect. What if you get annihilated along with me?”
“Don’t worry. They won’t capture you. They’ll end up severely damaging each other. I know this place better than you. Come on, let’s head to the bottom of the Rakshasa Sea and grab some benefits first.” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit pulled Shui Miao’s arm toward the lake. “In my Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation, there’s a top-tier Nether Artifact called the Nether Conch. Take it out, and we’ll sneak into the sea depths.”
“Oh, I see. You want the artifacts from the Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation back, don’t you?” Shui Miao stopped. “Senior Luo Tong, if you really want them, I’ll return them to you now. Please don’t play tricks on me. I’m exhausted—I’ve had enough of schemes and deceptions.”
Shui Miao took off the Shengyuan Ring and handed it to Luo Tong’s primordial spirit.
At this moment, Shui Miao felt somewhat indifferent, as if he had grown detached from everything.
Luo Tong’s primordial spirit snatched the Shengyuan Ring, took out a conch-shaped Nether Artifact, and stuffed the ring back into Shui Miao’s hand. He muttered rapidly, “Who’s playing tricks? I’m helping you. To be honest, I admire your talent. I want to be brothers with you. I admit I didn’t have good intentions toward you before, but after you forged the Time Pearl, I knew you were truly exceptional. Let me be straightforward: I want to help you grow step by step so that you can help me repair that semi-defunct sacred artifact someday. That’s my greatest wish. If even a single word of what I’ve said is false, may I be struck by lightning, have my soul scattered by a master, and never be reincarnated for all eternity.”
After saying this, seeing that Shui Miao still seemed skeptical, Luo Tong prepared to kneel and swear a solemn oath!
“Alright, I believe you. So, how do you plan to help me?”
Shui Miao sighed helplessly and stopped Luo Tong’s primordial spirit. At this point, who else could he trust?
“Oh, I see. You want to retrieve the artifacts from the Ten Yin Kun Yuan Array, right?” Shui Miao stopped. “Senior Luo Tong, if you really want them, I’ll return them to you now. Stop playing tricks with me. I’m really tired. I’ve been scared by conspiracies.”
Shui Miao took off the Sheng Yuan Ring from his hand and offered it to Luo Tong’s soul.
At this moment, Shui Miao was somewhat indifferent, having become detached from everything.
“All is ordained by fate; the falling leaf seeks the wind.”
Bu Yi recited the lines and handed the leaf to Shui Miao. “Shui Miao, what do you think these two sentences mean?”
“Um…”
Gazing at the shimmering words etched on the withered yellow leaf, Shui Miao was instantly perplexed. As confusion set in, the leaf disintegrated into countless fragments, scattering with the wind and vanishing without a trace.
“This master appears and disappears without a trace. His cultivation is unfathomable. He saved Bai Lian but left these two lines behind. Judging by his words, he clearly harbors no hostility. Could it be that there’s a deeper meaning, some hidden revelation meant for me? ‘All is ordained by fate’ likely means that everything in this world exists for a reason. But as for ‘the falling leaf seeks the wind’…”
Shui Miao murmured to himself, lost in thought.
Bu Yi scratched his head and glanced at Meng Sanniang. Poetry was like an indecipherable celestial text to him—he wanted to understand but had no idea where to start.
Meng Sanniang frowned, pondering for a moment. “‘The falling leaf seeks the wind’—these words feel more like an expression of emotion, a lament on life. When the leaf is still on the tree, it yearns to fly with the wind. One day, when it turns yellow and finally falls, in that moment of descent, it longs for the wind to come. But what if the wind doesn’t come? And even if it does, what then? Yet, these words might also reflect an insight into the myriad affairs of the world. He wants to tell us not to cling too stubbornly…”
“No! This is nothing but a liar’s deceit!”
Shui Miao shook his head, clenched his fist, and coldly declared, “It’s obvious that this so-called master has been secretly watching us all along. He stood by and watched as Bai Lian deceived and manipulated me without intervening. Only when I was about to kill her did he step in to save her. These self-proclaimed masters preach fate and destiny, acting all holy and perfect. But in reality, they’re incredibly selfish, caring only about their own emotions. To them, lives are not equal; they see no distinction between good and evil. They’re nothing but self-centered frauds. I won’t believe their words anymore. In this world, only strength proves everything. No matter how powerful he is, I’m not afraid of him!”
Shui Miao saw through the essence of those two lines—they were nothing more than that damned immortal venting his own worthless emotions.
To save his enemy right from his grasp and then have the leisure to write poetry—the more Shui Miao thought about it, the angrier he became. It felt like an utter humiliation.
Secretly, Shui Miao swore to himself that he would make more friends, accumulate resources, strengthen his power, and exact revenge!
Meng Sanniang had obtained Bai Lian’s memories and transmitted them to Shui Miao.
Through these memories, Shui Miao came to fully understand Bai Lian’s true nature and realized how she had been exploiting his father’s psychology.
On the surface, she pretended to be virtuous, helping Chen Yiren ascend to immortality and join the Yuxu Sect to cultivate.
But in truth, Bai Lian had long formed an alliance with the Yuxu Sect to conspire against other immortal sects, even plotting to overthrow the Heavenly Court. Her fight with Hua Tianxiong was nothing but an act—her real goal was to investigate the dwarf race and the Rakshasa Realm, then plunder their resources.
Bai Lian never expected Shui Miao to rise so suddenly and disrupt her plans.
She knew Chen Yiren’s personality and Shui Miao’s weaknesses all too well, so she attempted to impersonate Shui Miao’s mother to continue deceiving and using him. But she miscalculated again—she hadn’t anticipated that Shui Miao had Meng Sanniang, a dream demon, by his side.
However, Shui Miao also miscalculated. He never thought Bai Lian would be rescued by someone from within the supreme treasure.
The appearance of this master made Shui Miao deeply aware of his own insignificance and ignited his determination to cultivate with relentless fervor.
“But he’s really too powerful!”
Bu Yi pondered for a moment, still looking fearful and apprehensive.
Meng Sanniang nodded. “This master is indeed incredibly strong, at least at the level of a Immortal Emperor, or perhaps even higher. But such masters share a common trait—they dislike meddling in worldly affairs.”
“No, he’s already intervened, and it’s clear he’s on the side of the thousand-year-old female ghost Bai Lian.” Bu Yi’s eyes darted around as if he were contemplating something.
Noticing Bu Yi’s change in expression, Shui Miao’s heart stirred. “Elder Brother Bu Yi, you are the foremost expert of the dwarf race and their chieftain, bearing the responsibility for the rise and fall of your entire people. I won’t drag you into this. I’ll return the Four Phases of the Heavenly Dipper Formation to you now, along with the artifact-refining furnace.”
Shui Miao’s words were actually a test of Bu Yi’s attitude, so after speaking, he didn’t immediately withdraw the formation.
Bu Yi awkwardly scratched his head, his face full of embarrassment. “Shui Miao, thank you for being so considerate. Our strength truly isn’t sufficient yet. Let’s talk again when we’ve truly become stronger. Also, those three things you promised Bufa earlier—consider them void. To apologize, here’s a ring with some spirit stones. Take them and use them…”
“No! Elder Brother Bu Yi, I’ve already received many benefits from the dwarf race. I won’t take any more spirit stones.”
Shui Miao appeared indifferent on the surface, but inwardly, he felt a wave of desolation.
With a thought, Shui Miao retrieved the Four Phases of the Heavenly Dipper Formation, along with the artifact-refining furnace and the Tianyuan Ring, and returned them all to Bu Yi.
Meng Sanniang sighed. She could understand Bu Yi’s feelings—the dwarf race were merchants, and Bu Yi couldn’t risk the fate of his entire people.
“Shui Miao, I believe you will succeed. I have nothing more to say, but I’ll give you this token. You must accept it.” Meng Sanniang handed Shui Miao a flawless white jade token. “Our dream demon race is divided into the Heavenly Demon and Earth Demon factions. I can’t sense the powerful immortals, but the Heavenly Demons can. Take this token to the immortal realm and seek out the Heavenly Demon faction. They will teach you how to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Heart Technique. Once you do, no powerful being will be able to secretly watch you anymore.”
“Thank you, Sister Meng!”
Shui Miao’s heart stirred, and he quickly thanked Meng Sanniang. Being secretly watched by others was a tormenting experience.
Thus, Meng Sanniang’s jade token was exactly what Shui Miao needed to resolve his inner turmoil.
“Take care. I must go now!”
Meng Sanniang patted Shui Miao’s arm and vanished in a flash.
Bu Yi, looking very awkward, said nothing and also left.
With the formation withdrawn, the four injured Dragon Sovereigns, no longer restrained and unable to defeat Wuchang Yidao, had no choice but to flee into the Rakshasa Sea.
However, Wuchang Yidao pursued them relentlessly, following them into the depths of the sea.
The Isle of Malicious Dragons returned to its former state.
Standing alone on the island, Shui Miao felt a stark contrast in his emotions and couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. His team was far too weak—it had been nothing but a flash in the pan!
The master was terrifying. His mere appearance and departure, lasting less than a second, had completely dismantled Shui Miao’s alliance.
They didn’t even want him to help forge the Time artifact anymore!
“Shui Miao, you must be very sad, right?”
Suddenly, Luo Tong’s primordial spirit emerged from a nearby artifact.
Shui Miao smiled faintly and retrieved all the artifacts from the earlier Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation into the Shengyuan Ring. “You’re still here? While your primordial spirit remains, hurry back to the immortal realm and find your true body. To be honest, I somewhat regret trapping your primordial spirit earlier.”
“Haha! I’d rather stay. You know, for us artifact forgers, the greatest joy lies in breaking formations. Besides, what’s the rush to return to the immortal realm?” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit paused before comforting Shui Miao. “Shui Miao! You’re a genius. Their departure is their loss. Your current situation isn’t that bad. At least you still have many artifacts obtained from my formation. You can restore the Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation, and you still have me here with you, don’t you?”
“Have you? Aren’t you afraid of being implicated and getting annihilated by that master with a single snap?”
Shui Miao suddenly found Luo Tong’s primordial spirit quite amusing.
Luo Tong grinned. “Afraid? Not a chance! I’ve hidden life talismans in many treasures. I can revive again and again. It’s not easy for anyone to kill me. I’m just an artifact forger—I have no life-or-death enemies. I sell the good stuff I forge right away. Besides, my true body possesses a semi-defunct sacred artifact from the Pangu era for protection. No one in the three realms can do anything to me!”
“Semi-defunct sacred artifact?”
Shui Miao frowned. “How does your semi-defunct sacred artifact compare to a supreme treasure? Could it defend against that person who broke into the supreme treasure and rescued Bai Lian?”
“Pfft! He’s nothing! My artifact is a sacred artifact—do you even understand what that means? It’s a treasure beyond ranking in the three realms. Once anyone enters, they can never come out. Killing an Immortal Emperor is as easy as crushing an ant.” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit spoke with unwavering confidence.
Shui Miao blinked and suddenly smiled. “Stop boasting. I don’t believe you.”
“Haha! Whether you believe me or not, you’ll find out eventually.” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit glanced around and then mysteriously whispered, “Shui Miao, aren’t you planning to grab some benefits here before leaving?”
“What benefits could this place possibly offer?” Shui Miao looked at Luo Tong’s primordial spirit in surprise. “Hey, are you really not returning to the immortal realm? If you follow me, you might end up in trouble. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Those four malicious dragons might capture me, and Wuchang Yidao might take me to the Yuxu Sect. I’d hate for you to get annihilated along with me.”
“Don’t worry, they won’t capture you. They’ll end up weakening each other. I know this place better than you. Come on, let’s head down to the Rakshasa Sea and grab some benefits first.” Luo Tong’s primordial spirit tugged at Shui Miao’s arm, leading him toward the lake. “In my Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation, there’s a top-tier netherworld artifact called the Netherworld Conch. Take it out, and we’ll sneak into the sea depths.”
“Oh, I see. You want the artifacts from the Ten Yin Kunyuan Formation back, don’t you?” Shui Miao stopped. “Senior Luo Tong, if you really want them, I’ll return them to you now. Please don’t play tricks on me. I’m exhausted—I’ve had enough of schemes and deceptions.”
Shui Miao took the Shengyuan Ring off his finger and offered it to Luo Tong’s primordial spirit.
At this moment, Shui Miao felt somewhat indifferent, as if he had grown detached from everything.
Luo Tong’s primordial spirit snatched the Shengyuan Ring, took out a conch-shaped netherworld treasure, and stuffed the ring back into Shui Miao’s hand. He muttered rapidly, “Who’s playing tricks? I’m helping you. To be honest, I admire your talent. I want to be brothers with you. I admit I didn’t have good intentions toward you before, but after you forged the Time Pearl, I knew you were truly exceptional. Let me be clear: I want to help you grow step by step so that you can help me repair that semi-defunct sacred artifact someday. That’s my greatest wish. If even a single word of what I’ve said is false, may I be struck by lightning, have my soul scattered by a master, and never be reincarnated for all eternity.”
Seeing that Shui Miao still seemed skeptical, Luo Tong prepared to kneel and swear a blood oath!
“Alright, I believe you. So how do you plan to help me?”
Shui Miao sighed helplessly and stopped Luo Tong’s primordial spirit. At this point, who else could he trust?
After saying this, seeing that Shui Miao still looked unconvinced, Luo Tong was about to kneel and swear a deadly oath!
“Okay, I believe you. So how do you plan to help me?”
Shui Miao sighed helplessly, stopping Luo Tong’s soul. At this point, who else could he trust?
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