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Chapter 5152 - 5152: Spirit Guardian

This kind-hearted Fairy, Luo Shui, was mediocre in strength, even inferior to

Gu Yuan, making her the weakest among them. That’s why she was left with Jian Wushuang.

The young monk, Hu Qing, glanced at Jian Wushuang, smiled slightly, and nodded. Since he stepped onto the path, Jian Wushuang felt that Hu Qing had changed a lot—personality, mindset, and power had undergone a drastic transformation.

He kept his killing intent hidden and his guard up. Looking back at the scene when Hu Qings power surged, Jian Wushuang could hardly believe it. If people could tap into their potential in dangerous situations, boosting their strength by 30 or 50 percent, or even directly breaking through their original boundaries, just like his sudden promotion to Grand Yan Immortal, it could explain this.

Hu Qings original strength was at best that of an ordinary Yan Immortal.

Jumping from an ordinary Yan Immortal to a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal was astounding. Jian Wushuang hadn’t even dared to think about such a significant temporary breakthrough.

Initially, he thought the disturbance in the Great Desolate Wilderness was because of him. Now, it seemed like Hu Qing was more of a protagonist.

There were too many secrets behind all this—the sudden fall of the Emperor and the terrifying white aura. It indicated that Zhen Wuyang, Tongtian Buddha, and other Emperors had clashed with the resurrected beings.

Who won and who fell remained unknown.

At this level of conflict, they were utterly powerless. Staying in the Great Desolate Wilderness was a burden.

Jian Wushuang closed his eyes slowly; regardless, recovering his strength was crucial now.

While he leisurely restored his Heart and Thought power, outside the crowd, Jiu Yu and others fought desperately against the sprites.

It was impossible. Their numbers were overwhelming. Just as they killed one batch, another crawled out from the cracks.

“Brother Jiu Yu, this won’t work at all!”

“Yeah, there are too many of these monsters; we can’t possibly kill them all.”

Initially, they handled the situation with ease, but these monsters lacked consciousness, were fearless of death, and were exceptionally powerful. Some even possessed the strength of a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal.

After Jiu Yu eliminated several Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal level monsters nearby, he glanced around and felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

“Not good! ”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Great Desolate Wilderness.

The makeshift alliance of Chishui and the Eternal Tower was surprisingly relaxed. With numerous emperor-level experts clearing the way, they didn’t need the Grand Yan Immortals to fight desperately.

“This Great Desolate Wilderness is so dangerous.” A girl from the Great Dream Realm leaned on the corridor of the palace, watching the monsters shattered by the aura of emperors.

“You, girl, if it weren’t for the Ancestor, facing so many monsters, not to mention finding the Qishen Temple, it would be incredibly difficult just to survive in this place.” A middle-aged Grand Yan Immortal furrowed his brows.

He didn’t know if the Ancestor’s decision to send them, Grand Yan Immortals who had always lived in the Great Dream Realm, to find the Qishen Temple in the Great Desolate Wilderness was right or wrong.

In the vast expanse of the Great Desolate Wilderness, whether it was the Grand Yan Immortal or the Emperor, their mental states began to change gradually upon entering the wilderness.

In the cracks of the void, a massive black serpent slithered, its head crowned with black horns. Its enormous eyes moved as it continued forward.

“Not powerful enough!” A black smoke suddenly emerged above the serpent’s head, dissipating to reveal a middle-aged Daoist standing there. He wore a mottled white Daoist robe, a tall crown on his head, and a purple eye in the center of his forehead.

He had been observing from afar when the Great Desolate Wilderness first stirred, but at that time, he was not present in this universe.

“Are the chosen ones all so weak? All 18 divine generals were killed, and the strongest among them was only a fourth-tier Emperor. The dignity of our temple has been completely trampled by this group,” the middle-aged Daoist murmured while standing on the serpent’s head.

“Black Qi Snake, your Heart power is becoming more interesting.”

The middle-aged Daoist touched the serpent’s horn, and the purple eye in his forehead kept turning.

“Now that you’re awake, why not come out and see me!” The middle-aged Daoist shouted angrily at a dark corner in the void.

In the pitch-black corner, silence reigned. After the middle-aged Daoist’s voice fell, an old hunchbacked man emerged, holding a dim lamp.

“l am the servant of the old master, not yours. You should be clear about that!” The hunchbacked old man, holding the dim lamp, staggered to the middle-aged Daoist.

This exchange revealed many secrets. Unfortunately, in this narrow space, there were only these two; even a fifth-tier Emperor couldn’t hide from them.

“You, this dog servant, secretly revived the temple, and I thought you could make those useless people take a few steps forward. Yet, as soon as they were revived, most of them died!” The middle-aged Daoist sneered at the hunchbacked old man.

He had drifted with the Qishen Temple from the River of Time to the Original Universe. At that time, he was severely injured and had been accumulating in the cracks of the void until now, and his injuries still hadn’t fully healed.

Originally, he had wanted those divine generals to inherit the Dao of the Qishen Temple, to gain some benefits from the temple, and then step forward himself, killing those inheritors and seizing the treasures.

But these people turned out to be worthless. Even after all these cycles, not a single one had reached the level of a fifth-tier Emperor.

“Enough of the nonsense. I am the only living disciple of the Qishen Temple. His treasures should belong to me. Tell me, how many treasures did you get from the inner hall? I don’t need too much, just enough to restore my strength,” the middle-aged Daoist said coldly, his selfishness and greed emanating from him, utterly domineering and leaving no face for the hunchbacked old man.

“Wu Zuo, I’m not here to give you treasures. I’m here to inform you that you’ve been expelled from the Qishen Temple,” the hunchbacked old man said slowly, his expression unchanged.

“Expelled? You’re not even qualified to remove my name. You’re just a spirit-keeping slave!” Wu Zuo, the middle-aged Daoist, couldn’t help but roar.

Wu Zuo had a premonition of what was coming but still couldn’t believe it. After all, he had nothing left now. If the Qishen Temple expelled him, how could he gain any benefits?

The calm on the hunchbacked old man’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by a lifeless aura. This aura made even the deeply engraved wrinkles on his face tremble slightly.

For a moment, Wu Zuo involuntarily took a step back.

“I might not have the authority to expel you, but the true spirits in the Qishen Temple do!” The hunchbacked old man’s voice was icy, like a sharp blade in the cold wind, piercing into Wu Zuo’s chest, one after another..