activa-t Chapter 172 You and I both know that's not the king
Chapter 172 You and I both know that's not the king
The only ones who didn't participate were Su Ming and Li Wangji. Li Wangji wanted to join in, but before he could even walk over, he was warned not to get involved, so he could only stand there awkwardly.
The glass bead also fell to the ground. Su Ming had no interest in magical artifacts; now he was only interested in the glass bead, which might help him leave.
Even if magical artifacts are used, they still need to be returned to others afterward, so their priority is much lower. Although it's unclear whether glass beads need to be returned.
"Brothers, big brothers, I'm not involved in the magic tools, but could you please give me that glass bead?" Su Ming said in a kind and gentle voice.
A few people glanced at the glass bead lying on the side. It was nothing but steam. One of them even examined it closely and found it to be a useless piece of junk.
"Just come and get it yourself, I'm not interested." The man waved his hand.
They also distributed the magical tools, two to each person, with the last one given to the person in charge of defensive magic, not because he had contributed the most, but because the others didn't know how to distribute them.
The strongest one wanted it, but he couldn't resist the other three, and in the end he had to back down and give the last magical artifact to the one who cast the defensive spell.
They were in a bad mood, but the person who got the three magical items was grinning from ear to ear.
Although they were happy, they didn't forget to cast spells during this time. After all, magical artifacts could save their lives once the defensive magic was broken, and it was uncertain how long they could hold out.
They still need their predecessors to rescue them; this only shelter cannot afford any mishaps.
"Hey, Li Wangji, could you help me with this? I don't have time right now," Su Ming said.
"No problem." Li Wangji nodded and was about to go and pick it up when the glass bead on the ground suddenly emitted a dazzling light. It was firelight, very pure yet scorching, which made Li Wangji, who was about to pick up the glass bead, instantly put some distance away.
This commotion also attracted the attention of others, who noticed that the glass bead seemed to contain very powerful energy.
Not only those inside, but also Mr. Wu and his group outside felt the immense power emanating from this energy.
Moreover, Mu Bai and Jiang Shaoxu seemed somewhat familiar with each other, as if—
"Helan Mountain".
"A phantom image of Bifang?"
The two exchanged a glance; this energy was somewhat similar to the phantom image of Bifang that had appeared in Helan Mountain before.
The immense energy was felt by many, but most people did not understand what was happening.
Inside the White Prison Palace, Jiang Shaotian, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly twitched twice.
"What—is that?"
Outside the White Prison Palace, Wu Ku had already climbed out from inside the wall, but his body was full of broken bones, which forced him to stay in a small hut outside. After sensing this energy, he narrowed his eyes.
Bifang—
Wu Ku was somewhat puzzled as to why such energy would appear in the ancient tomb built by the ancient king. Could it be that the ancient king had some connection with Bifang?
Wu Ku was unaware of the situation, but he had no time to consider it. His injuries forced him to re-evaluate himself, and even showing his face was now a problem.
Is it Bifang?
Xu Sheng, who had been flying through the air, stopped. After a brief pause, he decided to head to the White Prison Palace to find Jiu Ying. Now, the Nether Bell had rung.
This is the top priority.
In the White Prison Palace, Jiuying stopped in his tracks. He squinted and thought for a while, then suddenly chuckled twice.
He was extremely familiar with this ancient tomb. There was no Bifang here, nor should there be any. This meant that something had happened in the past few years.
Su Ming has arrived, and someone has brought something with them. What it is is currently unknown, but there are only a few who can generate such a massive amount of energy. By deducing from this, it's easy to find out who it is. "That old man, he's lived for so long and is still alive, it's really difficult for him." Looking towards an unknown place, where everything is empty, Wu Anjun opened his eyes. Beside him was another person, wearing a white robe, sitting quietly. After Wu Anjun, he also opened his eyes.
The White Prison Master, known to the people here, is one of the eight fallen rulers known to the world, the White-Robed Corpse General.
When he was with Lord Wu'an of Honglao, the two were like old friends, without the slightest bit of anger. Instead, they seemed to be working together to do something big.
Lord Wu'an spoke: "The Nether Bell has been rung, and the remnant flames of Bifang have been brought here by that old man. Everything is ready. Once Garuda absorbs those flames, it will possess power surpassing the limits here. That person will kill the one who ran the Nether Bell and annihilate its guardian. In that case, you can leave as well."
"No—it's almost there. He needs to destroy the Netherworld Bell, otherwise I won't be able to get out. As long as the Netherworld Bell is still here, everything will function normally," the Hundred-Robed General said coldly.
"Now that things have come to this, are you still going to stop me? Destroy the Nether Bell, and you can also be freed from here. How long has the King been dead? How long have you been here? Thousands of years. Do you still want to stay here?" the white-robed corpse general said.
"Hehe, isn't the king still alive? Isn't he the ancient king that people talk about?" Lord Wu'an said with a faint smile.
He has no desire to leave. He has been doing the same thing for thousands of years. Even if he were truly free, he wouldn't know what to do or what he could do.
Rather than causing future generations a disaster or trouble, it's more comfortable to lie here.
"Lord Wu'an, others may not know, but don't you know? The king is still alive? Hahahaha—" The white-robed corpse general suddenly burst into laughter, but then stopped laughing and said, "Lord Wu'an, Lord Wu'an, such words are enough to fool children. You and I both know that is not the king. Would the king allow himself to become that?"
"No! He won't allow it. He won't become like that. The current ancient king is just a robe, just like me. He's just a robe. The real king died long ago, thousands of years ago," the white-robed corpse general said earnestly.
"Yes, the king is dead. He was just an ancient king, not a king anymore. But then again, why would I go out if the king is dead? Wouldn't that just make things difficult for myself? With my level, they'd probably label me a disaster figure. Besides, this place is so close to the ancient capital. If I go out, I'll just be a purple disaster. There's no need for that, no need at all." Lord Wu'an waved his hand, rejecting the suggestion.
"Sometimes I really wonder, why is Wang like this? I can't understand it. Isn't it better to be like that old man? He seems quite good."
"Although it was beyond my control, it was at least a little better than it all vanishing like smoke," Lord Wu'an sighed.
"However, this is just my opinion. The reason why the king is the king is that his thoughts are different from mine. If he were the same as me, he wouldn't have become the White-Robed Corpse General." He didn't speak and closed his eyes.
The plan will take some time, and they just need to wait patiently during this period.