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Chapter 929 - 766 Tribulation Candidate [Request for Monthly Ticket, Request for Subscription]_2

Chapter 929: Chapter 766 Tribulation Candidate [Request for Monthly Ticket, Request for Subscription]_2

Wang Zijia pondered and said, "Let’s open the pavilion, the Spirit Suppressing Realm..."

"There’s no need for so much trouble; our Nianyun Pavilion can simply merge with what Master wants to deal with right now," Qin Xianyu interjected.

"Right, anyways, our Nianyun Pavilion has been left unattended half the time," said the only female disciple, Ji Yueling, in agreement among the five.

Wang Zijia: "..."

"Fellow Daoist, what do you think?" Liu Mingsheng asked with a smile.

Wang Zijia paused before responding, "Then... what do you need me to do?"

Liu Mingsheng, delighted upon hearing this, looked at Qin Xianyu with a beaming smile and said, "How about you few take your Master to handle it?"

"Yes, Martial Uncle!" Qin Xianyu immediately replied.

"Then it’s settled!" Liu Mingsheng said with a smile.

"Patriarch, may your disciple leave now?" Li Benlin, who had been as quiet as a quail on the side, finally found his voice upon the agreement and asked cautiously.

"Go, go!" Liu Mingsheng said warmly, showing no intention of making things difficult for this disciple of the Fire Spirit Palace.

Li Benlin let out a long sigh of relief and left hurriedly.

Qin Xianyu and Wang Zijia, along with the others, bowed to Liu Mingsheng and then left the Great Hall.

Liu Mingsheng watched Wang Zijia leave and only after a while did he take out an order symbol and said, "Martial Uncle, we’ve taken him in!"

"Understood."

"Could this person really be a survivor from the Fourth Epoch?"

"You don’t need to worry about this. Just ensure that this Tribulation Candidate is within our palace, and don’t inquire about anything else. We’ve been preparing for so many years; we can’t let others reap the benefits of our work."

"Understood!"

"Besides, this person’s spiritual awareness seems a bit too strong, and he appears to know a lot. There’s no need to keep an eye on him anymore; it could backfire. Generally, anyone who manages reincarnation is deeply suspicious."

"So, we’re just not going to concern ourselves with this?"

"Mm, let it be. In the end, no matter which of them faces the tribulation, or if both are candidates, we’ll just handle it together when the time comes."

"There won’t be any issues with that?"

"What issues?"

"According to ancient legend, when the ’Flying Bear Enters the Dream,’ they couldn’t fully determine the Tribulation Candidate during the enfeoffment of gods, so they ended up taking both in. And yet, those two became mortal enemies! This generation’s Tribulation Candidates seem to know each other, and their relationship appears quite good!"

"Don’t worry about that. Such a situation won’t arise with this generation’s tribulation. As long as they are the candidates for this era, they will surely catch up within a hundred years. At that point, we should just launch a full-scale war across the realm; ensuring the tribulation takes place in our palace is all that matters."

"Catch up within a hundred years? Golden immortals? Taiyi? This... Martial Uncle, that seems too..."

"Too impossible? It might not even take a hundred years. A hundred years was the last hope set by our Ancestor. If there’s no result within a hundred years... then there’s no result!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Mingsheng’s expression grew solemn, and he said, "This... Disciple understands!"

The vague phantasm vanished after these words, but Liu Mingsheng remained silent for a long time. After a while, he sighed softly, "Alas, I always feel that placing our hope for survival on such things is rather unreliable!"

The Great Hall was empty, and no one responded to him, leaving only a prolonged silence.

...

With seven people departing the Great Hall, Qin Xianyu led Wang Zijia toward another Great Hall.

With Qin Xianyu taking the lead, Wang Zijia also took flight. As the group of five men and two women proceeded, they aroused quite a bit of attention. People greeted them and then discreetly sized them up.

Especially Wang Zijia, who received many furtive glances.

Clearly, immortals too have their curiosities, and as long as it’s not a secret, news spreads quickly. It seemed the earlier events had swiftly disseminated within certain circles.

Wang Zijia didn’t pay much mind to this; led by Qin Xianyu, he underwent various verifications and handled some affairs in the palaces.

"The Seven Islands Ruins of the East Desolate Taiching Palace reappeared last time; why didn’t you go back to take a look?" Wang Zijia asked during the process.

Following his words, a period of silence fell upon the five.

After a moment of silence, Qin Xianyu finally said, "When we awoke back then, the timing wasn’t great; that era was too tumultuous. Although the arrays left by Junior Martial Uncle afforded us countless years of Slumber, laying down a foundation that could be termed terrifying."

"However, some of the senior brothers who woke up first had to hasten their Becoming Immortal due to such turbulent times, protecting those of us who woke up later."

"In the end, this resulted in most of our martial brothers and sisters having little chance to become golden immortals, with only Yue Ling and I possibly reaching that step. Unfortunately, we missed the initial miraculous great era and found that each step after Becoming Immortal during the Sixth Era is incredibly difficult, especially breaking through to the Saint Third Realm."

"This disciple has been mired in the Profound Immortal stage for nearly four hundred thousand years without making any progress."

"Until about five thousand years ago, we discovered a world shattered after the Gods’ Realm broke apart, which contained something very beneficial for me; hence, in these years, we’ve been in that world and rarely returned to the Palace."

Having said this, Qin Xianyu paused before continuing, "Moreover, our Master, Junior Martial Uncle, and many martial brothers and sisters, all fell in the East Wilderness. After leaving the East Wilderness, we haven’t gone back."

"We’ve even seldom spoken about following suit, and there aren’t many in the Palace who know that we are from the East Desolate Taiching Palace!"

Hearing this, Wang Zijia nodded and seeing the calm expressions on their faces, promptly changed the subject, "Right, I’ve seen Yun Lai."

All five were stunned for a moment, then replied excitedly, "Where is Junior Martial Uncle?"