Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1135 - 206_3

Under Zhao Yi's instructions, Lin Shuyou performed divination, and the child descended once more.

This time, even the vertical pupils were no longer as sharp, and the aura during the divination state was very weak.

There was no pretense or performance, because the child could sense that the young boy was "not here."

He was truly exhausted.

Throughout this wave of the young boy's plans, he had been ordered around like a dog from beginning to end.

But the more it reached this stage, the more he needed to grit his teeth and push through.

After all, all the deficits in divine power could be compensated in the merit shared after this wave, and there would certainly be surplus.

As for leaving a good impression in the young boy's mind, that was priceless.

The child held the trident with both hands, performed the Three-step Praise, constantly moving in and out beside Run Sheng, slicing down those phantoms that the dancing girls transformed into.

It wasn't particularly difficult, but the sheer number was indeed terrifying, and more kept joining from the rear.

And... above his head.

During the battle, the child still did not forget to raise his head and glance at the dark mass of clouds above with his vertical pupils.

"Such fierce corpse energy!"

Zhao Yi heard the child's comment about the black clouds above, then looked at the scholar standing there always gazing upwards, could the one left by the surname Li withstand that?

Forget it, better to focus on his own task.

Zhao Yi glanced once more at Yu Miaomiao fighting in the tide of corpses and said:

"Tan Wenbin, it's your turn."

Tan Wenbin began calling his godsons, and two resentful babies emerged on Tan Wenbin's shoulders.

The two children this time, when they appeared, were not facing forward, but sat with their backs, one making a ghost face at Zhao Yi, the other clenching a fist at Zhao Yi.

After doing this, the two children turned to face forward.

Before doing the real work, they first expressed their spitefulness, what a detestable three-eyed boy!

The small hands clapped, and the children's song began.

The two resentful babies, along with Tan Wenbin, feasted on merit and the resentment of murals, already plump and fair, plus Tan Wenbin also provided them with prenatal education.

The children's song they sang was truly filled with a ghostly aura, not only making one's skin crawl, but also causing phantoms to shiver.

The singing of those dancing girls was immediately overshadowed by the children's song.

Zhao Yi held an array flag in his hand, waiting for the people at the front line to falter so that he could activate the array to block, allowing them a moment to breathe.

Yin Meng was still diligently cooking.

Zhao Yi glanced down and found that the pot was already bubbling with green bubbles.

Even for someone as clever as him, he couldn't understand how the supplies in everyone's backpacks plus some seasonings could be cooked into such a form?

...

Facing the black-robed man's invitation to ascend, Li Zhiyuan shook his head:

"I am wandering the rivers, can't ascend with you."

Black-robed man: "What's the point of wandering the rivers, even if you ultimately become the Dragon King, what's the big deal? Suppressing one generation, eventually isn't it still a new generation replacing the old, still the cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death?"

"Being able to go through the cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death is good enough." Li Zhiyuan pointed to the black-robed man's hand, where the five long black nails held intense corpse energy, "Living like you, I have no interest."

The black-robed man once entered Alii's dream and extended an invitation to the young boy to attend a banquet and witness the ascension of his whole clan. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

He indeed kept his word.

But his ascension was different from the common understanding of ascension.

To the common people, those above, in the tower, in the emeralds, or in the Kneeling Corpse Pit...

To them, ascending to become an Immortal means shedding the mortal shell, escaping the cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death, and heading to the Heavenly Palace where there is a more magnificent life, one of leisure, freedom, and indulgence.

What they pursued was a kind of mythical story.

But what the black-robed man desired wasn't leaving the world, but building his own earthly Heavenly Kingdom here, where he would be the Immortal.

The luck on the big bell was reserved by him for himself.

He divided himself, the Faceless Man at the top of the tower inherited his obsession with the traditional ascension, his obsession with that person from the Liu family, his obsession with victory and defeat.

In short, the Faceless Man was his light side, used to maintain the operation of rules, ensuring the fruits could ripen steadily, a devoted and responsible gardener.

He locked his own body at the bottom of the tower, hiding deep, yet closest to the rules.

Yu Cangsheng, Xu Zhenrong, and Zhen Sha'an were the pawns he arranged behind the scenes.

In reality, they shared the same purpose, which wasn't aiming for the traditional ascension but for the sacrificial fruits.

So, Yu Cangsheng and the other two were destined to be unsuccessful.

Even if they finally reached the top of the tower and began to reap the great bell, the luck on the bell would not fall to them in the slightest but would be completely absorbed by the black-robed man.

This immense opportunity would ultimately fall to the black-robed man and his clan resting here.

Previously, when at the top of the tower, if Li Zhiyuan was greedy himself or listened to the Faceless Man's suggestion to touch the "offering" attached to the big bell, it would be the same, just making a wedding dress for the black-robed man.

And it was precisely because Li Zhiyuan did nothing at the top of the tower, always idling, that made the black-robed man at the bottom of the tower unable to wait any longer, willing to intervene, to change the pattern, allowing Xu Zhenrong and Zhen Sha'an to gain the condition of a classroom home advantage here.

Because he couldn't afford to wait, the rules here were being destroyed, like a big tree rotting away. When the tree fell, the already ripe fruit would also be crushed along with it.