Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

”The River of Oblivion is the Sin Washing River, It uses my hand, soaking you, washing your sins, so you can cleanse and renew, gain a different life.”

Ning Zhuo continued to resist the Wangchuan washing with all his might.

”Qing Chi, Luo Si...”

He could hear Luo Si’s cries, Qing Chi’s sobs, but stubbornly refused to relax even a bit.

Ning Zhuo hadn’t truly refined the Buddha Heart Demon Seal; he was merely at Foundation Establishment cultivation, far from being qualified.

He could only do his utmost to support and leverage the Magic Treasure’s power, unable to master it with ease.

He worried that if he relaxed even a bit, it would collapse completely from point to surface.

There’s also one more thing...

”To become a hero, must one forget the past?”

”Supposing oneself forgets, does that guarantee that past sins are washed away and you have a chance to start over?”

”Even if it were true, I refuse to do so!”

Because even as a thief, that is me.

That’s my way of survival.

That’s my journey.

I will never negate my past, even if it’s humble, ugly, dark, unbearable.

”Buddha Heart Demon Seal, give me strength to persist!” Ning Zhuo’s willpower was firm, unwavering.

If it were the main stream of Wangchuan, he would have taken different actions long ago. But here was the tributary, lacking the support and supplement from the Lord of Wanchuan, it was a rootless source.

The Wangchuan Tributary would also be consumed.

Already heavily drained in resisting the Ice Coffin within him. Now, in cleansing Ning Zhuo, it was countered by the power of Buddha Heart Demon Seal.

”I’d rather exhaust you dry!” Ning Zhuo’s fighting spirit was high.

He wished to live up to his mother, yet didn’t want to forget any memories related to Sun Lingtong.

Just then, his downward trend suddenly stopped, then was pulled up by the fishing hook, his entire body elevated a little.

”Hmm?!” The Lord of Wanchuan’s expression changed dramatically in that instant.

Luo Si rejoiced: ”The fishing skill finally shows its effect!”

Qing Chi’s face wasn’t just pain and sadness; it also gained a touch of joy: ”All the sacrifices are worth it.”

It turned out that the memories she gave up had reached the furthest point.

The defensive battle memories of White Paper Immortal City were what she and Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo) experienced together.

These memories worked for Ning Zhuo personally.

Qing Chi’s joy quickly faded, a fog of confusion rippled in her eyes.

”Where... am I?”

”What am I doing?”

”Am I saving someone, why do I need to save him?”

Even though she lost all memories, the emotion she deliberately retained was abundant and intense.

Save him, must save him, even at the cost of life!

Qing Chi lifted her arm with effort, slowly tugging Ning Zhuo up.

Wangchuan Immortal City.

”Don’t even think about succeeding!!!” The Lord of Wanchuan roared; his face now ferocious, extremely tense, lacking the poise of a prefect.

Ning Zhuo held the Heavenly Ghost Skull, if he got rescued because of this, the Lord’s century-long grand plan would be destroyed completely.

The Lord of Wanchuan would never let this happen!

In an instant, he exerted himself to mobilize the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors.

His bead-string had completely shattered, but in the Wangchuan Tributary, only a thin layer of Ice Coffin was left.

The efforts of the Lord of Wanchuan earlier bore some fruit.

The Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors within the Ice Coffin stirred tremendously, transmitting force outside.

If the Lord of Wanchuan were present, he could easily reclaim this important national weapon to decapitate Ning Zhuo and the other little thieves!

But the Lord currently was far away in the Wangchuan Immortal City. Even the troops he dispatched to the altar battlefield hadn’t yet arrived.

He could only use the Connect Heaven and Earth Great Array to transmit his Divine Sense and Mana, remotely inducing the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors.

The Great Array was terribly damaged, but the core remained intact. The altar battlefield was the core, allowing the Lord’s influence to be communicated.

The Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors jerked fiercely, emitting ghostly light from the scissors, pushing against the surrounding Ice Coffin, furiously smashing towards the submerged Ning Zhuo in the tributary.

”No!” Luo Si exclaimed in his heart.

His entire body was covered with thick clay soil, only a small part of his original face remaining.

Ning Zhuo didn’t see the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors approaching.

He was facing away from the Ice Coffin.