The water shimmered, and his vision was somewhat blurred.

Young Master Wu Xiang found himself in a half-dream, half-awake state, as if immersed in a dark lake, drifting with the currents, many things became clear only when they came up close.

He saw a palace pavilion built with piles of giant stones and cast in bronze, covered layer by layer with moss and coral, with a faint blue glow flowing through the crevices...

He saw stalactites hanging upside down from the dome, seemingly wrapping some giant beast's spine, transforming into columns, with ancient Shu characters carved upon them...

Is this the Dragon Palace's Water Mansion?

Young Master Wu Xiang looked and felt inexplicably disappointed.

In many strange tales, the Dragon Palace is filled with treasures, resplendent with gold and jade, and grabbing a handful would lead to endless wealth outside.

But this place before him was no different from a spirit monster's lair...

Young Master Wu Xiang wanted to explore, but at this moment he was already in a dream, wrapped by the water flow, completely against his will.

Suddenly, there was a faint light ahead.

As the current propelled him forward, he discovered it was a winding corridor cave, with the walls embedded with shells, inside which round and smooth jiao beads tumbled.

The bead light emitted a treasure aura, reflecting carvings on the walls:

It was a massive Flood Dragon, stirring the winds and waves, surrounded by small people kneeling and burning incense, tossing boys and girls into the river...

It's the River God Great Lord!

Young Master Wu Xiang immediately became excited.

Could this place be his treasury?

Even more joyfully, the current seemed to understand his intention and slowly nudged him closer to the cave.

"Kama, Dosanla..."

Upon entering the corridor, an eerie murmuring sounded in his ears.

This sound made his head spin, and his entire body hurt.

What he didn't know was that the true body hiding in the Eastern Palace loft had vertical eye-shaped burn marks appearing on his chest and back.

This was the voice of the demon-possessed Ancient Shu Witch Sacrifice.

The opponent, having absorbed Evil Spirit Qi, had long become a demonic entity. Although scattered by the Qingcheng Sword Formation, curses remained.

The Witch Sacrifice's mutterings and murmurs caused Young Master Wu Xiang's Divine Soul intense pain, his vision turning black in waves, as if he would detach from the dream at any moment.

"No, I'm not leaving!"

Young Master Wu Xiang screamed inwardly, gritting his teeth to hold on.

At this moment, many past events floated to his mind.

Since childhood, his family's fortune declined. Though now the head of the Chengdu underworld, having achieved some career success, he remained insignificant in the entire pugilistic world and the entire Mystical Sect.

Now, his only thought was to keep climbing upward.

He wasn't young anymore.

The Nine Tripods were his only chance.

How could he leave easily?

With rugged perseverance, Young Master Wu Xiang struggled to maintain a thread of clarity, not detaching from the dream.

Yet he didn't know, the body in reality was already covered with vertical eye-shaped scars, bleeding black blood from seven orifices, and his facial features twisting constantly...

Finally, he passed through this cave.

What lay before him was not treasures but a small coffin, bound by chains, swaying and emitting the eerie cries of boys and girls.

Young Master Wu Xiang's scalp tingled, wanting to retreat.

He didn't know what it was.

But he was sure, it was nothing good!

Yet he was compelled to move toward the coffins.

Alas, Heaven gives no opportunity...

Young Master Wu Xiang sighed inwardly, preparing to leave the dream.

Bzzz!

Just then, the surrounding space suddenly shook.

The small coffins seemed to have encountered something terrifying, shaking wildly, emitting shrill cries of despair, chains almost breaking off.

However, as the tremor intensified, all the coffins shattered, revealing delicate bones.

They were the boys and girls devoured by the River God Great Lord, refining their Divine Souls, placed in the cave as defense.

After the coffins shattered, these bones turned to dust.

Young Master Wu Xiang's scalp tingled as he watched.

He wanted to leave, but his vision suddenly blurred, followed by a dazzling golden light, dizzying to the eyes.

Like a blazing sun, there was a cauldron-shaped black shadow inside.

It's one of the Nine Tripods!

More precisely, it's one of the Nine Tripods.

After Yu the Great divided the Jiuzhou, he ordered each state to contribute bronze to forge the Nine Tripods, each named after the corresponding state. They are the Jizhou Tripod, Yanzhou Tripod, Qingzhou Tripod, Xuzhou Tripod, Yangzhou Tripod, Jingzhou Tripod, Yu State Tripod, Liangzhou Tripod, and Yongzhou Tripod.

The Nine Tripods traversed the Earth Vein, and it wasn't clear which one it was.

But just one is enough to alter fate against the heavens!

In this moment, Young Master Wu Xiang went completely mad. He no longer cared for his almost collapsing Divine Soul and desperately reached out, wanting to touch the Nine Tripods.

His vision grew increasingly blurred.

Yet his resolve became more determined.

Finally, as he was about to faint, he touched the Nine Tripods...

...

Outside, the battle on the square grew fiercer.

Poof~

Amid a puff of blue smoke, Lu Sheng's "Earth Official's Absolution of Sins Treasure Decree" burned on its own in the gale, its ashes scattered by the wind.

Seeing this, he felt another pang of heartache.

This item was no ordinary thing; so much planning had gone into it. Even for him, there were only two scrolls.

Fortunately, with the destruction of the "Earth Official's Absolution of Sins Treasure Decree," Li Yan and others reached their limit and couldn't maintain the Jingyang Altar.

Burning footprints, meteoric fire rain, the phantom of the fire-tipped spear...

All gradually extinguished.

Even summoning Wen Lingguan couldn't drive away the Dragon Palace Water Mansion.

On the roof of the Zhuangyuan Building, the one hundred and eight Magic Flags couldn't hold on either, instantly erupting into flames.

Poof!

A Qingcheng disciple's face reddened, spurting fresh blood.

Some even had Daoist robes scorched yellow, blisters indicating burns on their bodies, and fainted directly.

The Mystic Sect's orthodox summoning of Lu Soldiers required gathering several hundred people, each with specific duties, prepared for days to share the burden, preventing injury.

Relying on so few people to summon Wen Lingguan was still a struggle.

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