Chapter 466: Why Is Everyone Looking for Someone? (Part 2)
Holograms don't count.
However, Old Huang had grown accustomed to it; he sensed what Su Buxian was aiming to do, and being able to collaborate with the Gods Palace to secure three hundred spots for Divine Descent was already beyond his imagination.
Now, he could accept coming and going without a trace, but the most important thing was that Su Qi left him a particular item.
Although there was Nancy, Bai Yilin, and their group before, along with the hundred he trained himself, that was around two hundred people... Gathering the remaining Hustlers members, on the other hand, was... another group with quite strange leaders.
A hundred-member abnormal team led by the Snake, Crocodile, and Spider; one had to admit the potential of this group was exceedingly strong. Especially those three leaders, their power was formidable, even surpassing an ordinary Sequence Six, nearing the extraordinary threshold of Sequence Six.
Old Huang and the Bell-Ringer were both surprised at first sight, their eyes filled with uncertainty. Their bloodline contained boundless Strength, leading them to suspect they were from some powerful race in another space.
After confirming they came from the native world, Old Huang's thoughts weren't deterred.
But none of this was important—the key was
These three were already capable of being great beings of a star system, and crossing the extraordinary threshold wasn't difficult for them. Their personal forces also boasted immensely large followers, yet they remained utterly loyal and fervent towards Su Buxian.
This puzzled Old Huang immensely; he couldn't figure out how that guy managed to trick these people into loyalty, seemingly more persuasive than himself.
However, regardless of the method.
These three hundred gathered, and speaking of the item—it was brought by the Snake Head Man.
Old Huang watched as it handed over a mysterious item wrapped in a snakeskin bag.
He was most reluctant to accept it.
One look at the snakeskin bag revealed its origin, and presenting it like a bag of urea, saying it was passed on by the Sect Hierarch.
To be honest, he had no expectations.
In the end, upon opening the snakeskin bag, Old Huang saw that Yellow Robe.
Indeed.
The Divine Artifacts that was 'borrowed' and never returned by Su Buxian! The Yellow Robe!
It actually appeared before his eyes!!
But...
Seeing it packaged like this made Old Huang's veins twitch for a long time.
Su Buxian, that guy....
Despite retrieving the Yellow Robe, Old Huang's heart remained heavy as ever.
Su Buxian returning it wasn't a simple act of giving back; he was familiar with that guy's nature.
Every step was meticulously planned.
Returning it meant he would soon have to use it, just like in the past situation at the Anxious Land, thinking it was a chance to regain his power, secretly drawing Strength from Su Buxian's surroundings. Yet, that guy deliberately involved him in... the operation to besiege the God of Anxiety.
Once on board, there was no getting off.
Staring at the Yellow Robe, Old Huang felt both fortunate and burdened.
Yet.
Ultimately, he sighed and mentally prepared himself. Isn't it just confronting the Abyss? After all, their Hustlers Sect and the Gods Palace are just the third tier, enough to deal with little demons.
They wouldn't even make it to the front lines.
Realizing this, Old Huang felt somewhat relieved.
Just that.
Considering the present state, where exactly was that guy? Constantly claiming to stand on the final stage, yet there's no word from him, and even the Starfire Chip is completely unreachable.
At this moment.
Old Huang looked below; the God's Son members, the Divine Sons, a group of strong adventurers, and the Heavenly Pride were shining brightly on the battlefield.
Every one of them was an ant, yet every one of them was also a main character.
Because the Strength emitted by the World Tree represented traces of the future, connected with the points on each individual, the only soup they could taste.
Everyone awaited the bloom; all points could be fully unleashed.
And above the Sky Dome.
A black silhouette stood before the Abyss Palace Group, together with three bishops, differing in that... its image wasn't corporeal but a projection.
Despite the World Tree about to bloom, even with strong restrictions, it began to loosen slightly at such times, allowing some force to project down.
This bishop was no exception, seeming to hold a high rank; all other priests were extremely respectful, and the three bishops merely observed coldly without mockery.
The atmosphere within the Abyss was like this, with unchallengeable hierarchical relationships, but at the same level, competition could lead to mutual slaughter.
Even at the bishop's rank, there was still rivalry amongst them.
"Did you find that guy named Su Buxian?"
The bishop's projection, carrying a cold tone, questioned the other priests, who hesitated as they prepared to speak.
The other three bishops chuckled derisively: "Bishop of Despair, aren't you going overboard? You've been looking for this mortal for so long, yet continue using resources for such a trivial matter."
The Bishop of Despair's eyes turned blood-red, with a sinister smile: "I enjoy it, so don't interfere."
It had once consumed a great deal of effort and resources to descend upon the Present World, only to be humiliatingly defeated by a guy named Su Buxian, forcing the effort it took to the verge of descent to be sent back.
This was no trivial matter.
During times of Old Days, it risked a lot and paid dearly to barely descend a trace of consciousness.
It was supposed to be the start of leading everything for the Abyss, but a little guy ruined it directly.
Why was it humiliating? Because the last to kill it was a mosquito.
That damn mosquito and Su Buxian became its nightmares!! Its hatred grew stronger than imagined, continuing even now to search.
"Reporting to the Lord Bishop, there has been a lot of information found on Su Buxian."
Starting from the Anxious Land, those three words had already generated extensive exposure. However, due to various revivals and the rise of ancient Divine Sons, the name fell into a year's silence, leaving few traces.
Nonetheless.
It found a few clues.
It knew Su Buxian had come to this place and appeared to establish the Hustlers Sect, and while details were scant, it was enough.
When it descends, it will undoubtedly trace the available clues to find that damn guy.
Although considerable time had passed and the opponent seemed to have grown, it didn't matter?
It would undoubtedly tear him to pieces! His life was its own; no one could take that first step!
The Bishop of Despair slowly vanished; after all, the restrictions remained, and the projection time was limited.
The three bishops silently watched it disappear—a madman.
Any descent now would only deplete its Strength unnecessarily, as most bishops awaited the bloom to descend their full Strength onto their Venerable, their will merging with the Venerable.
They wouldn't casually choose to project now.
However.
Suddenly, they hesitated.
"Again?"
Another projection was slowly forming.
With frowns, they recognized the newcomer: "Nether River Sect Bishop?"
This was another bishop.
Unlike others, it wasn't sleeping in the Old Days but was suppressed into a certain Old Days Gate World, persistently battling the demigods from the Gods Palace within that world.
Its True God was the Blood Demon.
"Don't mind me." However, the Nether River Sect Bishop calmly spoke, then looked towards its priests: "Have you found that guy?"
"Lord Bishop, there's some information, though uncertain if it's what you need."
The priests immediately presented the clues they had found.
The three bishops watched silently.
Why was everyone searching for someone?
"Understood." The Nether River Sect Bishop coldly chuckled, "Su Buxian, I will, on behalf of Lord Blood Demon, let you feel the true terror."