Advent of Immortal Truth

Thus, Sun Lingtong waited for the Golden-Blooded Battle Ape, Dasheng, to push open the door first, and then he would squeeze in afterward.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit, upon seeing this, ground its teeth in fury!

Meng Chong took the lead, breaking through the second and third checkpoints, bringing sixteen identical puppets into the preparation room.

In an instant, the speed run, progress, and Qi Refining leaderboards were filled with names.

The leaderboards only recorded the top ten, and many others were ranked in the teens, unable to make the list.

Ning Zhuo exhaled a turbid breath, feeling a bit joyful in his heart.

In this way, when he entered the preparation room in the future, it would be entirely reasonable for his name not to be on the leaderboard.

If the leaderboard had been empty before, not being listed would have been a huge flaw!

By leveraging the enemy, Ning Zhuo solved this hidden danger.

"Charge, charge, charge!" Meng Chong shouted as he aggressively pushed forward.

With him leading the way, the sixteen puppets behind him remained unscathed, lying flat all the way to Room Nine.

"Finally here." Sun Lingtong hid in the corner, disguising himself with multiple layers of camouflage, fully demonstrating the No-Void Sect’s expertise in concealment.

Sun Lingtong peered through two small holes, observing the outside world.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Meng Chong laughed heartily, engaging in a fierce fight with the Golden-Blooded Battle Ape, Dasheng.

After charging all the way through, he finally found the target he wanted to challenge, his fighting spirit soaring, and his body surrounded by electric light, thoroughly enjoying the battle.

As for the other members, they were engaged in combat with various Kung Fu puppets and magical puppets, fighting chaotically without any formation, and the battlefield was in disarray.

Sun Lingtong waited patiently for a while, and when the time was ripe, he smiled secretly and quietly commanded Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, to take action.

The Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, lay flat in a temporarily constructed coffin, which was buried beneath the floor tiles.

Qi Bai didn’t reveal himself, lying down as he cast his spell.

Immediately, wailing ghosts and howling spirits erupted!

Various beast souls emerged from the ground, rushing towards the reconstruction team.

Where did these beast souls come from?

This was thanks to a good idea from Ning Zhuo.

After understanding the Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, Ning Zhuo had thought of the first checkpoint of the Buddhist Sect.

There were many coffins there, sealing and storing many corpses, both of demonic beasts and spiritual plants.

Did these have souls?

Most likely, they did!

Because when constructing spiritual mechanism puppets, the body, soul, mana, essence blood, and divine sense should all be preserved as intact as possible.

Thus, Ning Zhuo took Sun Lingtong and the Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, to the first checkpoint of the Buddhist Sect.

With the Buddha Heart Demon Seal, all the souls in those coffins were summoned out. The Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, took the opportunity to fiercely replenish a large amount of combat power!

The reconstruction team had just defeated all the Kung Fu and magical puppets, and were watching the battle between Meng Chong and Dasheng, in a state of fatigue and relaxation.

In the sudden turn of events, many were slow to react and were pounced on by the ghosts, with their own souls being struck, even torn apart in large bites, causing screams of pain.

The scene became chaotic.

The temperature in the air plummeted, with wraiths rising all around, flying through the air.

The reconstruction team from the City Lord’s Mansion was in disarray, scattered in panic.

“An ambush?!” Meng Chong glanced over, only to be taken advantage of by Dasheng, who launched a successful counterattack, sending him flying into the wall.

“Roar!” Dasheng raised his head and roared, pounding his chest, fully displaying his ferocity.

Then, he beckoned to Meng Chong with his index finger, the challenge evident in his expression.

Meng Chong\'s eyes widened in disbelief—he was being looked down upon by a mere mechanical creation!

He let out a low growl, charging back in to engage in battle with Dasheng once again.

After a few rounds, Dasheng suddenly abandoned defense, stretching out his arms as if to embrace Meng Chong.

Meng Chong’s eyes gleamed, thinking, “A flaw!”

Wild Sprint Thunderclap!

In an instant, Meng Chong shot forward like a bolt of lightning.

Dasheng’s arms crossed, but they grabbed nothing.

Almost at the same time, Meng Chong reappeared behind Dasheng like a flash.

Meng Chong struck hard at Dasheng’s back.

Just as he succeeded, a shadow floated by, attacking him.

Caught off guard, Meng Chong couldn’t dodge in time and was struck on the back by the shadow.

It was the Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, lying in wait for the right moment to act!

With just this blow, Meng Chong lost all mobility, and his soul was forcibly extracted from his puppet body!

Meng Chong: ?!

The reconstruction team, being chased and fleeing in panic from the beast souls, finally came to their senses upon seeing this.

“Young Master Meng Chong!”

“Quick, save the young master!”

“There’s another special mechanical puppet!!”

Ignoring their own safety, they rushed toward Qi Bai.

Qi Bai retreated silently and swiftly.

Roar!

Dasheng leaped in front of them, becoming an insurmountable roadblock.

“Ah…” Meng Chong screamed miserably.

His soul fell into Qi Bai’s hands, like a fully inflated balloon being poked, rapidly deflating.

Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Art!

Though Qi Bai had died, his Golden Core remained, and the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Art was still intact.

In life, he had easily extracted Sun Lingtong’s soul. Now, in this ambush, he similarly extracted Meng Chong’s soul.

He activated the Nine-Turn Soul-Devouring Art, devouring Meng Chong’s soul!

Meng Chong gripped Qi Bai’s arms, kicking his legs wildly, instinctively trying to use his immortal ability, Wild Sprint Thunderclap.

But Sun Lingtong was prepared, giving a precise order, “Use the Soul-Scattering Throat Drum!”

The Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, gently vibrated his throat, emitting a drum-like sound.

The sound hit Meng Chong, who immediately felt dizzy, his arms and legs going limp like noodles, ceasing to struggle.

Qi Bai took this chance to fiercely devour his soul.

Meng Chong’s soul shrank to its limit, on the verge of collapse, when the Life-Hanging Thread above his head was triggered, gently pulling him out of the Immortal Palace and sending him back to his body.

Without Meng Chong, even though the reconstruction team had many people, they were no longer a threat.

Under the combined assault of the Golden-Blooded Battle Ape, Dasheng, and the Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, their souls were quickly captured and devoured. Just before their souls were utterly annihilated, they were sent back to their bodies by the Life-Hanging Thread.

“We won!”

“That was too easy.”

Sun Lingtong emerged from his hiding spot, clapping his hands in excitement.

He stretched his legs and ran over to the Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, giving him a command.

Qi Bai knelt down and extended his palm, pressing it against Sun Lingtong’s puppet body.

In the next moment, pure soul essence was infused into Sun Lingtong’s soul.

Sun Lingtong raised his head, taking a deep breath, shouting with satisfaction.

His soul had originally been injured, and though he had the Phoenix Soul Fragrance Pill for treatment, there was still a ways to go before full recovery.

But now, with the infusion of soul essence, his soul rapidly healed, reaching peak condition and even growing beyond his limits, advancing swiftly!

“Amazing, truly amazing!” Sun Lingtong’s eyes danced with joy.

“Stop, stop.” He quickly called out.

He absorbed half of the soul essence, intending to leave the other half for Ning Zhuo.

“My soul is completely healed now.”

“From now on, all the soul essence will be left for Xiao Zhuo. The more his soul power grows, the more Phantom True Lotus Seeds he can obtain!”

He called out to the Golden-Blooded Battle Ape, Dasheng, “Xiao Zhuo, come quickly, there’s something delicious!”

Ning Zhuo, watching the entire process through Dasheng, couldn’t help but swallow.

It had been a long time since he absorbed soul essence.

Han Ming had lost hers, and Qi Bai had been made into a mechanical puppet, only now allowing him to regain a way to obtain soul essence.

“The City Lord’s Mansion is wealthy and powerful, treating soul injuries for Meng Chong and the others will be effortless.”

“This is fantastic!”

Ning Zhuo couldn’t help but daydream about the future.

With the Netherworld Envoy, Qi Bai, Ning Zhuo suddenly realized that all the cultivators participating in the trial were resources for his cultivation!

“Speaking of which, when will the joint reconstruction team of the three families enter the palace?”