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Chapter 800 - 671: The Old Man Who Sinned [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Chapter 800: Chapter 671: The Old Man Who Sinned [Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Yao Wenxuan, upon hearing these words, didn’t probe any further; he simply cautioned with care,

"The feeling is terrifying, it must be something from the Saint Third Realm. Immortal Venerate, you should be careful as well. If it gets mixed up with that old monster at the Altar, it could spell big trouble."

Wang Zijia glanced at Yao Wenxuan, always feeling that it would be better if this harbinger of bad luck didn’t speak such ominous words.

"Let’s go, it’s indeed time to make contact with that old fellow," Wang Zijia changed the subject.

Yao Wenxuan took another look at Wang Zijia’s room, then followed Wang Zijia out of the Courtyard built by chaotic crystals and flew towards the mountain range formed by the collapsed mountain peaks.

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Moments later, the two arrived once more at the edge of the meters-high Bone Altar.

Both took a deep breath, carefully checking themselves and making some protective preparations before floating up onto the Bone Altar.

However, the moment Yao Wenxuan, on full alert, stepped onto the Bone Altar, his brow furrowed, and he tensely said, "Immortal Venerate, something is not right!"

"What’s wrong?" Wang Zijia looked around, unable to spot anything amiss, and asked with confusion.

"The disparity in resentment is too great. Hasn’t this old fellow found a way to break the Seal and started to act?" Yao Wenxuan said gravely.

Such unlucky and tragic events were spoken of with exceptional fluency, indicating that he had not infrequently encountered such misfortunes!

They had both understood that the resentment within this Altar should be something cultivated by the old monster who was sealed, in hopes of breaking the seal.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia suddenly shook his head and said, "You’re talking about that? Don’t worry; the burst of resentment was self-inflicted by him to send out a message."

Yao Wenxuan looked at Wang Zijia with a puzzled and questioning look but did not speak.

Wang Zijia explained, "When I brought that thing from my room here earlier, this guy thought a Great Cultivator had arrived and voluntarily exploded the resentment to send a message."

Yao Wenxuan was stunned, not having expected such an outcome.

"Let’s go!" Wang Zijia didn’t bother to elaborate further and directly soared into the air, flying toward the central area of the huge Dual Realm Altar.

Yao Wenxuan, shaken from his reverie, immediately followed.

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Throughout the journey, neither spoke.

On their second visit to this place, neither relaxed but instead became more vigilant, knowing exactly what was inside.

The Altar was vast, but this time, they didn’t have to search the entire way. Avoiding the spatial Cracks along the path, they made a beeline for the Core Area.

So, within a short while, the core of the Altar appeared before them.

Because the resentment had exploded to send a message, coming to the Core Place didn’t feel strenuous for Yao Wenxuan.

And there were hardly any murmurs in his mind.

Not until they reached the small altar at the heart of the Altar did they see the resentful energy rise up like flame and materialize as they had the last time.

After standing still for a moment, just a very thin wisp of resentment gathered on the small altar in the center, condensing into a faint human silhouette.

"It’s actually the two juniors; the old man indeed did not misjudge you. The two juniors are sensible and surely will not be deceived by the altered teachings of those hypocritical people."

"I don’t know what the two juniors desire, but rest assured, as long as you release me, I can certainly fulfill all your requests."

The old man’s voice was weak like a mosquito’s hum, and his shadow trembled continually, clearly trying to suppress his excitement.

But Wang Zijia and Yao Wenxuan could sense the other’s extreme excitement.

Along with a repressed ecstasy, anticipation, nervousness, wandering, and confusion of complex emotions.

It wasn’t that the other’s shrewdness was lacking—anyone who was sealed alive for two Eras without the ability to slumber, enduring countless years without going mad, was already quite astonishing.

Moreover, Wang Zijia and Yao Wenxuan had visited before without any exchange and had just left.

Their return now could not help but cause this old fellow a surge of excitement and apprehension.

Wang Zijia and Yao Wenxuan exchanged a look, and Wang Zijia joked, "You make it sound like you’re some sort of genie."

"Genie? What kind of god is that? If the juniors fancy such things, once you help me escape and send me home, I can appoint a bunch for you; the positions are yours to choose." The old monster obviously didn’t get the joke and earnestly replied.

"Is the genie very powerful?" Yao Wenxuan also puzzledly asked Old Ghost Tong in his mind.

"I’m not sure. In my days, Divine Robes were only bestowed upon monks to move mountains and carry sedans, manage Mountains, Rivers, Lakes, and Seas, and control the wind and rain. They were Spirits and Ghost Spirits, and their status was not even as high as a mere child aged before us."

"There were also times of Prosperity of Divine Dao that I struggled to survive through, but... none seemed to hold very high-end power, right? Perhaps there was some powerful Divine Cultivator during the Era while I was in slumber!"

Old Ghost Tong replied with uncertainty.

Wang Zijia: "······"

So this is how generation gaps come to be, huh? You can’t pick up on a simple joke, taking it seriously as if it were an actual discussion.

Whenever Wang Zijia encountered this situation, he could clearly sense the distance between himself and this world.

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"Let’s start with your plan, I’ll see if it’s feasible," Wang Zijia gathered his mind, not bothering with the old fellow anymore, but instead looking at Yao Wenxuan, communicating through thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Yao Wenxuan swiftly produced a jade disc, which, upon slight stimulation, turned into jade tiles that floated in the air, surrounding the two of them and forming a moderately sized altar.

The jade tiles were mottled, adorned with bizarre runes, exuding a sense of ancient history.

It appeared to be an ancient sealing altar, clearly used before, though it was uncertain where the other party had pried it from.

"This was something I encountered in an Ancient Relic within the Void. Inside, it likely once sealed a super Old Monster. However, when I found them, the object of the seal had perished, and they had lost their power source, becoming like ordinary utensils."

After Yao Wenxuan assembled the object, an ancient altar emerged. With a slight infusion of his mana, all the runes on the altar lit up.

Pointing at the glowing runes, Yao Wenxuan also conveyed through divine thought, "But their integrity is still quite intact."

Wang Zijia frowned and inspected the altar in front of him, saying, "Where’s the core energy? Why doesn’t this altar have a core energy source?"

Yao Wenxuan replied excitedly, "That’s the ingenious part, this altar uses the sealed party’s power as the driving force while sealing them!"

"In other words, this thing extracts the power of the sealing target to use for the seal. The stronger the cultivation, the stronger the seal. And with such extraction, given enough time, the sealed object will eventually be exhausted to nothingness."

"Just like when I discovered this object!"

"Whether it’s in terms of intricacy, technique, or the concept behind it, this thing is far superior to that small altar over there and can definitely act as a replacement!"

Frowning, Wang Zijia said, "So, you’re planning to replace the core altar over there with this one and pry away the four treasures on the core seal?"

Shaking his head, Yao Wenxuan replied, "No need for that, it’s too dangerous. We just need to graft this onto that small altar, as if reinforcing the seal with an additional layer."

"Once it’s done, I’ll remove the Spiritual Object I need."

"This way, the internal seal will develop cracks due to missing a core, the size of the cracks and the degree of leakage to be determined."

"But we don’t need to worry about that. When the cracks appear, the power will begin to seep out, and then it will become the energy source for the second layer of the seal we’ve constructed."

"This way, after he goes through great pains to break the seal, he will find that the graft has taken over, growing into a new, mighty tree. It’s as if he has forged a more powerful seal with his own hands, a theoretically self-sustaining seal that he can never break."

Having received Yao Wenxuan’s divine thought information, Wang Zijia looked at the ancient altar before him and said:

"The idea is good, but are you sure this thing can seal him, or have you tested whether this thing has an upper limit of power?"

"For example, it might only be able to draw Immortal-level power from below the Nine Realms to form a seal. Or even if it absorbs Dao power, it could only form a Nine-level Seal?"

Yao Wenxuan immediately responded, "Of course, I’ve thought about this and tested it with some special methods. It’s effective even against the Saint Third Realm, at least the power of this fellow we’re dealing with hasn’t exceeded the limit."

Wang Zijia looked at Yao Wenxuan, who became less and less reserved about having an old grandfather in front of him.

Probably because he knew that Wang Zijia already knew about his grandfather.

"Young friend, what are you guys trying to do?"

"Young friend, if there’s anything you need, just let me know!"

"Young friend, young friend, at least say a few words to me!"

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As Wang Zijia and Yao Wenxuan communicated telepathically and began fiddling with what seemed to be a new seal in front of him, the old fellow became somewhat frantic, incessantly muttering to himself.

Wang Zijia and Yao Wenxuan treated it as if he was just a breeze whispering in their ears, paying no attention to him.

He didn’t dare to get angry, so he could only keep muttering.

HIs momentum was gone, his tone soft, and with that weak voice, it almost seemed like he was lamenting.

He looked pitiable to the extreme, hardly resembling the Big Shot of the Saint Third Realm.

It was unprecedented!

The only one paying attention to him was probably Old Ghost Tong.

Seeing the other’s plight, Old Ghost Tong inexplicably felt a bit desolate and at the same time reminded himself once again that he would rather die than be sealed.

Because what the Three Lives Path dreads most is being sealed, since then the powerful vitality of the Three Lives Path becomes a burden instead.

Just like the altar Yao Wenxuan had, once sealed, the continuous cycle of the Three Lives Path’s life would be exploited to reinforce the seal.

This would form a perfect endless cycle; without outside intervention, he would be sealed for eternity!

If caught by the Yama Dao group of Ghost Control fanatics, it would be even more terrifying.

They would directly seal you as the core of a peculiar Ming Device, using you as an inexhaustible energy source!

This was precisely the key reason why that group could establish their status as part of the Profound Sect Orthodox School and be incorporated into the Dao Court with their Ghost Control methods back in the day!

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