The Unruly Immortals

Bai Lingmiao was surrounded by six Bai Lu, consisting of two Lamas, two believers of White Lotus, and two Evil Spirits.

When Bai Lingmiao, holding the Twelve Grade Twin Lotus, sat on the Kongming Lantern surrounded by the six Bai Lu, Li Huowang found this scene particularly familiar.

With his pupils shrinking slightly, he suddenly remembered seeing this scene on the underground wall of the Ancestral Temple in Niuxin Village.

He didn't know what it represented, but Li Huowang instinctively felt that it was definitely nothing good!

Seeing Wu Sheng Old Mother about to touch the half-dragon, half-human Bai Lingmiao, Li Huowang's body shifted in place, directly standing between them, raising the military knife in his hand. "Don't you dare touch her!"

However, at this very moment, Li Huowang saw the figure of the Wu Sheng Old Mother in front of him gradually blur, and a silhouette was filtering out, revealing a frantic Yang Na rushing towards him.

Seeing the familiar tear mole on her face, Li Huowang's expression was one of extreme struggle, but he couldn't lift the military knife in his hand no matter how hard he tried.

The real Yang Na, Bai Lingmiao of Da Liang, existing in different worlds but both being the ones he cared most about. When these two appeared in Li Huowang's mind simultaneously, he couldn't hold it together anymore.

Li Huowang's body began to crack, with blood and innards splattering everywhere, as his body gradually started to split into two Li Huowangs.

A pale right hand missing a finger extended over, easily passing through Li Huowang's torn body, gently pointing at the center of Bai Lingmiao's forehead.

At the moment they touched, Li Huowang's four eyes saw Bai Lingmiao and Yang Na's bodies instantly blur, as if they were merely projections.

As their bodies blurred, some hidden things within them began to overlap, and the true form of the projection began to rapidly emerge, revealing the real Wu Sheng Old Mother.

"Wasn't I right? This is the real existence. We are all projections, and whether from one side or the other, we're just projections under various angles of real sunlight." A familiar voice rang beside Li Huowang's ear but quickly faded away.

Stars of tiny spots passed through Mao's Gate, gradually gathering on the Bai Lu. Soon the six meditating Bai Lu bodies were gradually covered, eventually forming six beads, arranged in a fan shape behind the Wu Sheng Old Mother.

In an instant, the gentle white light gradually spread out, blowing away the Chaos of White Jade Capital, continuously merging the Heavenly Dao of Compassion and Death, influencing the surroundings.

And at such close range, Li Huowang heard some voices, some kind of overlapping triple voice, "Huowang! Act!"

And upon hearing the overlapping triple sound, the split Li Huowang also recombined into one, looking dazedly at the Wu Sheng Old Mother before him, unsure of which identity to face her with at that moment.

"Do you know what the Three Bodies are? Dharmakaya, Sambhogakaya, Nirmanakaya. These are the Three Bodies, and I am above the realm of the Three Bodies." Qing Wanglai's voice sounded again.

"So annoying!" With Li Huowang's angry shout, the evil qi on him suddenly surged around, he rushed forward, nervously facing the Wu Sheng Old Mother in front of him.

"Who are you really now? Are you... Yang Na? Or Bai Lingmiao? Or someone else? If you are the real one, then who am I truly?"

As Li Huowang began to ponder this question, the body that had recombined became unstable once more.

The scenes of the two worlds continuously appeared around Li Huowang, sometimes even appearing simultaneously.

The Wu Sheng Old Mother shook her head slightly, guiding him to look up.

Li Huowang followed her gaze upwards and found that the hole in the sky had become even larger, and the black water was stained with the blood of the Fate Commander.

The Wu Sheng Old Mother extended a water sleeve filled with white feathers, wrapping the roaring Prime Minister beside her, bringing it before Li Huowang.

Li Huowang looked at the roaring Prime Minister, took a deep breath, took it, opened his chest, and slammed it against his constantly throbbing heart.

"I don't care who you are; after this is over, send Bai Lingmiao back! Otherwise, I won't let you off!"

"Thump, thump, thump~" Li Huowang heard his heartbeat getting faster and faster, exploding like war drums beside his ears, the surging evil qi enveloping Li Huowang entirely as if it were tangible.

"Kill!" Li Huowang swung the Spinal Bone Sword in his hand, rushed out of the ruins, into the forest on the left.

In the forest under heavy rain, the sounds of gunfire and slaughter were incessant, with various corpses lying on the ground, blood mingling with rainwater, indistinguishable from one another.

After seeing Ba Nanxu press a gun against an enemy's neck and blow it apart, one-eyed and with bloodshot eyes, Li Huowang immediately rushed over without hesitation,

cutting off a person's head with one swift stroke, then leaping high to bite off half of another's face with his mouth.

The man on the left was about to lift his gun to aim when a glimpse of Yang Na with disheveled hair flashed by, and she slashed down swiftly with one knife, severing fingers and gun alike.

Single-handedly wielding a knife, Li Huowang charged into the battlefield, roaring and slaughtering continuously. Face-to-face with the utterly frenzied Li Huowang, the people in black clothes were no match at all.

In a short time, devastation reigned. Bodies piled up on the ground, and despite being washed by the rain, the air remained thick with the scent of blood.

Suddenly, Li Huowang felt a shadow above his head. When he looked up, he saw the few hanging black mountains pressing down on him.

As they seemed about to swallow Li Huowang once again, his entire body trembled violently, and those hanging black mountains swayed like a mirage, eventually rapidly disappearing before Li Huowang.

Wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand, Li Huowang shouted to the left, "Zhao Shuangdian! Stop attacking! Get everyone else back to the White Jade Capital! Quick!"

"Don't panic, we might not necessarily lose." Despite the current situation, Zhao Shuangdian remained calm and composed, continuing to load his gun.

Li Huowang wanted to explain something, but as he opened his mouth, he suddenly didn't know what to say, his expression growing anxious, forgetting at this moment what he was afraid of.

Missing an ear, Zhao Lei passed by him, panting with a severed hand in his grip. He bit fiercely into the severed hand, then charged forward again.

Not far away, Wu Qi grasped a syringe, stabbing it fiercely into someone's body. As the liquid was injected, the person's tongue began to swell, pressing against the trachea.

Seeing the others getting increasingly entangled, Li Huowang reached into his chest, grabbed tightly, and shoved it directly into his mouth. The surrounding rainwater became transparent again, and the words stuck in his throat finally spilled out.

"Their elephants have already crashed over!!"

At this moment, Li Huowang once again saw Fusheng Heaven, the utterly despairing Fusheng Heaven. Fear began to flare up in his heart, but was continually offset by the evil qi.

Reminding Zhao Shuangdian, just as Li Huowang was about to reach into his brain again, to pull out all memories about Fusheng Heaven, he glimpsed Fusheng Heaven far away casting a glance at him.

And with just that simple glance, Li Huowang's body... disintegrated.