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Chapter 1142 - 907: Encountering the True Culprit (Part 2)

Once corruption turns into an anomaly, memories remain intact, but thoughts get polluted and twisted!

Sang Lishan was already severely injured and hadn’t recovered yet. After such a long time of exhausting travel, if he lets his guard down and gets polluted into an anomaly, he might lead the sealed anomalies out!

Of course, presently the Ghost Realm has been incorporated into the system as a dungeon, so there’s no real worry about it polluting Wilderness World. But it would be a great pity for a Great Lord to fall.

Ultimately, he will become a super boss in the dungeon. Qing Niao and Little Yunque can’t defeat him, so it’s best to try rescuing him before he falls!

"I’ll walk over to rescue him from this anomaly-free area, though it might take longer. We don’t need to wait here. Aren’t there a few Mountain Masters causing trouble above?" Jiang Yuan immediately suggested: "First, let’s leave this place. You guys stay at the Lord’s Mansion, and leave the rest to me."

Sang Chuanlu looked at him with even greater admiration and immediately transported everyone out of the small space.

As they touched down in the flower field, Jiang Yuan couldn’t wait to enter the dungeon again to save him.

Watching him disappear in an instant, Sang Chuanlu sincerely admired him: "Such great righteousness with formidable strength, Brother Jiang is truly admirable!"

Miss Qi stood in a daze, recalling the various moments of their encounter and acquaintance, and could only sigh at how true appearance doesn’t show.

She then felt fortunate that her kind-heartedness allowed them to become familiar, leading to today’s good fortune of thoroughly addressing the Ghost Realm’s hidden dangers, and her fallen eldest brother could receive rescue.

The six siblings of the Sang Clan returned simultaneously, leaving the Mountain Masters visibly subdued.

Anyone who can dominate is no fool. Earlier, they had ascertained Sang Lishan’s predicament and summoned their scattered comrades, who instantly disappeared, giving them the perception of an opportunity to seize power.

Unexpectedly, all six High Level Cultivators returned unharmed, laughing and chatting!

This was entirely different from intelligence stating the Sang siblings were in peril and might die at any moment. Clearly, the intelligence was faulty, and Sang Lishan was probably fine. Several Mountain Masters immediately put on a pleasant face, eliminating the tension instantly.

"Thanks to Brother Jiang, the moment he arrived, he turned the tide. Once our brother returns, we should discuss dealing with these figures; otherwise, they will cause great trouble sooner or later." Seeing this, Sang Chuanlu felt an intense heartbeat evoked by Jiang Yuan’s words, and silently thought about truly taking action, making sure to invite him for a joint discussion.

The undercurrents in the Lord’s Mansion finally subsided, but as the Lord, Sang Lishan’s situation was far from optimistic.

The array activated again to transport him to the edge of Black Forest, where the highest concentration of anomalies gathered. Here he could only sit cross-legged, breathing heavily, as sweat beaded his forehead.

The protective purification shield around him was increasingly faint, as his ears filled with the teasing laughter of approaching anomalies.

Knowing he must not heed the words of anomalies, Sang Lishan was barely holding on—old injuries subtly aching, previously acquired high-priced elixirs consumed, and spiritual power circulating with obvious difficulty.

Initially too tired and seeking to meditate momentarily; however, upon sitting down, he found standing up to be challenging, let alone navigating through layers of obstructions to reach the exit.

The polluting aura would corrode flying swords, making sword flight impossible. For safety, all arrays were supplemented with transfer restrictions.

At this point, with anomalies ahead and the distant Ghost Realm behind, Sang Lishan never imagined his old injury would flare up at this moment. If unable to stabilize within the time of a stick of incense, spiritual power circulation would be even more hindered, risking demise here.

Death held no fear for him.

His fear lay in being polluted into a monstrous anomaly; even more terrifying was the risk of implicating his siblings unable to extricate themselves.

If the pollution aura leaked, and those Mountain Masters took advantage, Yunmeng Mountain’s entire domain would be thrown into turmoil. Worse, it would offer anomalies an opportunity to escape here, polluting Wilderness World!

"Your surname is Sang, right? I remember you, you were fierce driving us away back then. Look at you now, looking haggard and fighting alone. Have the cultivators abandoned you?"

"Daoist friend, we were once cultivators and understand your current reluctance. Indeed, all cultivators misunderstand anomalies. Anomalies are not frightening; rather, becoming an immortal anomaly body is the best way to comprehend the Heavenly Dao and achieve ascension."

"Daoist Sang, open your eyes and see us. Appreciate our current divine power, and you’ll comprehend what Heavenly Dao Laws entail!

You’ve walked the false, erroneous path of cultivation, unknowingly. Now, the opportunity for enlightenment is before you. Open your eyes..."

......

"Plop!" A large drop of sweat fell from his forehead, Sang Lishan tightly shutting his eyes to desperately circulate spiritual power and maintain purification techniques to shield against pollution.

However, those voices heavily laden with temptation couldn’t be blocked, reverberating like demonic sounds in his mind.

Breathing increasingly rapid, the air within the Ghost Realm was polluted, and spirit stones taken from the storage bag needed quick absorption to prevent contamination.

Circulating purification techniques consumed more spiritual power than replenished, while anomalies seemed to find hope to rush out, even lecturing "Dao", spouting twisted and malicious notions that flooded Sang Lishan’s mind despite his reluctance.

With his heart and mind shaken, suddenly a loud voice came from afar, "Daoist friend, do not listen to their nonsense! Hold on a bit longer, soon someone will come to rescue us!"

Besides himself, are there other cultivators here?

Perceiving faint spiritual power fluctuations, Sang Lishan opened his eyes to see a giant tiger crawling over from the Array’s ring encircling Black Forest!

"Daoist friend, how did you get trapped here?" The tiger spoke human words, seemingly an injured demon beast with a faint purification shield around it, muttering as it crawled along, "I was really conned..."

Startled, he instantly reacted, "You recklessly intruded on the seal, destroying multiple arrays leading to the aura’s leakage, nearly ruining everything!"

Wait, wasn’t it secretly sneaking in like himself?

Turns out, this was the one responsible for sealing the Ghost Realm!

Like a thief caught in the act, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Shi Hu could only chuckle dryly: "I—I was deceived by that boy, Jun Yan, mistakenly thought this was an ancient secret realm, and figured..."

"Even if it’s a secret realm, it’s a private domain. What kind of conduct is it to force entry?" Seeing the culprit, Sang Lishan’s suppressed anger surged.

Who in the world doesn’t know anomalies are the most fearsome and persistent? Even as a High Level Cultivator, the lord, who cultivated purification techniques, he dared not be careless.

This creature’s forceful intrusion into the seal led to the aura’s leakage, and he repaired one place after another, almost risking his life to handle its mess; how could he remain calm?

Were it not physically impossible, Sang Lishan wished to jump up and slap it twice!

"I realize my mistake, already injured by your arrays. Daoist friend, don’t be angry." Shi Hu’s injuries weren’t light either, dragging its hind legs while relying on its forelegs to crawl, panting heavily: "Let’s keep each other company to conserve energy, wait for my benefactor to come; he will surely rescue us both."

Sang Lishan, incensed by it, threw anomaly’s persuasion out of his mind; Shi Hu crawled beside him to share the purification shield, surprisingly easing his burden a bit.

He took a deep sigh and asked: "Who is this benefactor of yours? Does he know where the seal is?"

Considering the dire outside situation, he lamentably added: "Even if he knows, it might be futile. The Lord’s residence in Yunmeng Mountain’s Holy Land isn’t a place anyone can simply enter.

Communication stones are unusable in the Ghost Realm; the most we have is three more hours until we’re at our limit. By then..."

Gazing at the anomalous chaos, Sang Lishan secretly communicated: "If no one comes to rescue, when we truly can’t hold on, I will self-destruct. Ensuring I won’t transform into such wicked entities and using the Sang Clan bloodline’s aura to break out.

As for you, the self-destructive shock wave will activate the array to transport you out, so you needn’t worry about being affected by me."

Hearing this, Shi Hu abruptly felt a sense of loss.

Afraid its benefactor won’t reach Yunmeng Mountain to find it, yet fearing death and refusing to admit, it stubbornly proclaimed, "My benefactor is amazing, no doubt about it!

If you understand arrays so well, could you explain why I, having done nothing, got randomly transmitted here by the array?"

Sang Lishan, hearing this, was stunned: "The array activated for random transmission; wasn’t that your doing? Then... someone truly came in?"