Yu Shangrong suddenly felt his heart race.
He held his breath and carefully looked at the golden lotus under his feet.
Sprouting a new leaf could be said to be easy, but it could also be said to be as difficult as ascending to heaven. It was easy because he had a lot of experience sprouting leaves. He did not need to take the long way around like a newbie. The difficult part was that he had suffered an injury from severing his Golden Lotus, and this was also the first time he was facing a situation where he had to reform his Golden Lotus.
Which came first, the lotus or the leaf? Without roots, how could there be leaves?
To be precise, which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Buzz!
The avatar kept trembling.
The resonance was also becoming more and more obvious.
Beneath his feet, the leaf was becoming increasingly obvious!
All the way until the entire leaf appeared before his eyes!
The first leaf was formed!
In other words, his cultivation base had returned to the One-leaf Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm.
He did not need to judge the avatar's height and might. He could tell it was indeed a One-leaf avatar.
The golden lotus continued to tremble.
The circle of light continued to move downward.
According to his expectations, the Golden Lotus should have appeared by now.
Unfortunately, when he felt that his Primal Qi was almost depleted, the golden lotus still did not appear.
Maintaining the avatar form consumed a lot of Primal Qi.
Not to mention that he was injured.
Hmm?
Yu Shangrong raised his palm and placed it before himself. He stared at the avatar before him.
The circle of light disappeared.
There was only one leaf left, and it kept revolving around the avatar.
There was no golden lotus!
This refreshed Yu Shangrong's understanding.
Although he was an Eight-leaf elite who looked down on the world, the Sword Devil, whose name struck fear in the hearts of others, he could not understand what was happening before him.
"An avatar without a golden lotus."
He clenched his fist!
The avatar disappeared.
Yu Shangrong's eyes gleamed.
He closed his eyes, sat cross-legged in meditation, and began to absorb Yuan Qi again.
It lasted for a day and a night.
He sensed that part of his Vital Qi had recovered, and his mental state had improved. He summoned his Dharmakaya again.
Below the avatar, there was only a single leaf.
There was still no Golden Lotus.
He gathered all of his Primal Qi under his feet and kept charging.
He wanted to give birth to a new golden lotus.
Just like that, he tried again and again.
When his Primal Qi was about to run out … Boom!
The avatar dissipated!
The place where he sat suddenly collapsed!
Hu!
Yu Shangrong landed.
Nothing could be seen but endless darkness.
Yu Shangrong's face turned pale from the cold wind that blew at him.
Even so, someone as calm as Yu Shangrong came to a halt in midair.
He slapped with his palm.
A palm print glittering with golden light flew out horizontally.
At the same time, it illuminated the surroundings.
"Melilot?"
Below him, it was all melilot grass.
Buzz!
Just as he was distracted.
A grid-like cover suddenly appeared above his head, sealing the top!
Kacha!
Yu Shangrong frowned slightly as he flew upward.
Bang!
With one palm facing upwards, a palm print landed on the lattice-shaped lid.
The lid did not budge.
Another palm strike!
Bang!
It didn't move at all.
Bang, bang, bang!
After three consecutive palm strikes, the lid still did not budge.
"Millennium Coldsteel?"
Yu Shangrong shook his head disapprovingly. "Longevity Sword!"
With a gentle summon, the Longevity Sword, which was lying on the ground, trembled slightly.
Something was not right.
His telekinesis ability had been greatly reduced?
He came to the top of the lid, looked up, and reached his palm into the net.
A golden radiance shone from his palm.
The brilliance illuminated the specific situation of the lid.
There were Formation veins carved on its surface.
"Weakening Formation veins?" Yu Shangrong shook his head again.
The design was ingenious and ingenious.
Perhaps, the people of the Nobleman Nation relied on these tools to survive.
Those things that he thought were weak were not worth mentioning. However, this lid had exceeded his expectations.
Yu Shangrong sighed softly.
Based on what he had sensed earlier, he would need a stronger cultivation base to wield the Longevity Sword.
However, it was almost impossible now.
He descended slowly.
Once again, he struck out a shining golden palm print and took a good look at his surroundings.
This was a trap that resembled a well.
It was more like a place of refuge.
After observing for a while, Yu Shangrong closed his eyes and meditated with his legs crossed.
Since he was ready to start all over again, he should not bite off more than he could chew.
One-leaf meant that he had sprouted a leaf.
If he did not want the Golden Lotus, so be it!
…
Evil Sky Pavilion.
After a day and a night of flight.
Si Wuya and Little Yuan 'er finally arrived at Golden Court Mountain's Evil Sky Pavilion.
They landed in the pavilion.
"Who's that?"
"Another newcomer!"
"A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit! Someone brought back by the old senior must be Mister First! "Pan Zhong crossed his arms and analyzed the situation.
"Is Mister First that gentle?" Zhou Jifeng shook his head.
"You don't understand … I heard that Mister Seventh is extremely intelligent. His intelligence network is spread throughout Great Yan. If he's unwilling, who can catch him?" Pan Zhong said.
"You have a point … Moreover, we can't judge the nine disciples of the Evil Sky Pavilion by their appearances."
The two of them agreed.
They exchanged a look before they walked toward Lu Zhou and the others.
"Greetings, Pavilion Master!"
"Greetings, Miss Ninth …"
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were already used to this.
Naturally, there was no need to greet Mister First.
He was only a traitor!
At the very least, they could not greet him in front of the pavilion master.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and asked, "Has there been any activity in the Evil Sky Pavilion lately?"
Pan Zhong replied,
"In reply to your question, Pavilion Master … The Evil Sky Pavilion has been behaving normally. With Mister Third managing the daily affairs, everything has been going smoothly. On the other hand, the Noble Sects are spreading rumors about the Evil Sky Pavilion. "
"Rumors?"
"It's about Mister Second's death and the withering of the Golden Court Mountain. The outside world is saying … saying … "Pan Zhong stammered.
"There's no need to hold back. Speak," Lu Zhou said.
"The outside world is saying that your great limit is almost up …" Pan Zhong said.
Lu Zhou nodded.
This was within his expectations.
Sometimes, he wondered how many times the Noble Sects would be slapped in the face before they came to their senses.
'What great limit?
Do I look like someone who's going to die early?
It's useless to think about these things now. '
Lu Zhou glanced at the silent Si Wuya and Princess Yong Ning, Liu Wenjun, who was in his arms.
Then, he said, "Yuan 'er, bring the princess to the southern pavilion to recuperate."
"Yes, master." Little Yuan 'er cupped her fists.
"As for you …" Lu Zhou looked at Si Wuya. "Reflect for seven days in the Cave of Reflection."
Si Wuya's expression remained unchanged.
He merely cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, master."
Although he addressed Lu Zhou as master in a pleasant manner, Lu Zhou did not sense any sincerity in his words.
However, Lu Zhou could not sense any sincerity in his words.
Lu Zhou did not say anything. He turned around and returned to the eastern pavilion.
He had set seven days because he wanted to fill the Heavenly Writing scrolls' extraordinary power to the brim within seven days.
Without the extraordinary power as a trump card, he felt as though he was missing something.
Lu Zhou left.
Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng immediately became respectful. They bowed as they walked up to Si Wuya and said, "Greetings, Mister First."
Si Wuya glanced at the two of them.
He ignored them and walked toward the Cave of Reflection.
The two of them hastily followed him.
"Mister First, should I prepare a jacket for you?"
"Mister First … You're more handsome and delicate than I imagined …"
PS: Seeking tickets for the fourth chapter. I went out today and got into an accident. Ah, it's too late. Seeking tickets.
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