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Chapter 820: Empty Void

Blood dripped silently along his stained robes. Tu Tian clutched the stone bead and stumbled along the path.

Both he and Fudi were powerful Fifth-tier cultivators, their strengths evenly matched. That battle had nearly exhausted all of Tu Tian's energy. Had it not been for the anger and resentment raging within him, he would never have escaped the Dark Palace and secured the stone bead.

Even so, Tu Tian had reached his limit.

He scanned his surroundings, found a relatively secluded spot, sat down, and began to recuperate.

With the special privilege in hand, he no longer needed to compete with others. All he had to do was wait for the final stage to arrive and directly summon the Skyreach Starry Seat…

Time passed, minute by minute. Just as Tu Tian felt a slight recovery, his ear twitched.

A faint sound of footsteps was approaching.

"…Hm?"

The moment Tu Tian opened his eyes, he saw a flash of cold light shoot in from outside the window. Simultaneously, two figures approached from either side!

Boom—!!

The floor where Tu Tian was hiding instantly erupted with a roar. Debris and clouds of dust burst outwards as the blood-soaked figure, clutching the stone bead in his left hand and a flag in his right, was sent flying backwards!

"Tu Tian is here!"

"The special privilege is indeed with him!!"

"His aura is very weak; he's at the end of his rope! Attack!"

The shouts of the two figures echoed through the sky. Under their combined assault, Tu Tian could only barely resist while rapidly retreating, his eyes filled with disbelief!

How could this be?

He hadn't alerted anyone, quietly finding a secluded spot to hide. He had barely begun recuperating when he was discovered? And it seemed they had known his location all along!

As these two shouted, numerous figures in the surrounding area turned to look. Hearing the words "special privilege" and "end of his rope," a glint appeared in their eyes.

A chill enveloped Tu Tian's body. He knew the situation was dire and immediately spoke, explaining:

"It's useless for you to attack now. The special privilege is already bound to me; even if you take it, you won't be able to use it!"

"Heh, whether it's useful or not, we'll know once we take it."

The others didn't believe the so-called "binding" at all. Their eyes were fixed only on the barely surviving Tu Tian and the stone bead in his hand. They began to attack him relentlessly, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Normally, these two would be no match for Tu Tian, but now, severely wounded, he could only continuously evade and flee. While he could make one last stand and kill them, he knew many others were lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity. If it weren't for the rule that "the number of companions cannot exceed three," he would likely have been besieged to death.

"Damn it… who is plotting against me?!"

Tu Tian knew someone must be instigating all of this. After a moment's thought, the images of Pu Xiachen and Li Shengmen flashed in his mind, and he was so enraged he nearly ground his teeth.

Several figures chased each other, streaking across the sky… Not far away, a young man in a Tang suit, strolling leisurely, looked up in surprise.

"What a spectacle…"

Sun Bumian clasped his hands behind his back, displaying a kind and unconcerned smile, like an old man in a park watching young people on a group camping trip. "A spectacle, a bit of excitement is good… The fewer people left, the higher my final ranking will be, and the more government subsidies I'll get… After so many years of poverty, I finally have a chance to get rich."

Sun Bumian calculated that there were probably only about fifty people left. If he could just hold on and make it into the top twenty, everyone would receive a million in prize money.

If he could advance further, into the top fifteen, that would be five million for each person!

As for the Skyreach Starry Seat… Sun Bumian wasn't interested. From the start, he hadn't come for that.

Sun Bumian's fingertips behind his back idly fiddled with prayer beads. Just as he was about to leave this tumultuous area of conflict, a sudden chill swept over him from afar!

His steps abruptly halted.

The hem of his Tang suit lifted in the cold wind. In the distant night, it was as if something unseen was approaching. Sun Bumian's previously serene expression suddenly froze, then gradually became serious!

He slowly pulled down the small round sunglasses on his nose, his eyes, deep as an abyss, gazing intently into the void before him…

"This aura…"

He murmured to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief.

The distant battle continued, roars echoing like festive firecrackers on New Year's. Yet, this deserted street was as silent as a tomb.

At some unknown point, souls wearing pale chains were walking the streets, like a night of a hundred ghosts on the Ghost Festival. They were invisible to the naked eye, yet Sun Bumian seemed to sense them, his entire body tensing as if facing a formidable enemy!

At the end of the street, a ghostly figure in white was silently approaching.

The person's eyes were closed, like a blind man, and a striking cinnabar mark on his brow was so vibrant it was hard to look away. He walked calmly through the night, countless souls encircling him, like the king of the ethereal spirits.

"No wonder there's been this annoying worldly aura… it's you." The person spoke blandly.

Sun Bumian gazed at the white-robed figure, his brows furrowing more deeply:

"Kongwang?"

"You've reincarnated so many times, yet you still remember my name… It seems I left a deep impression on you." The figure called Kongwang paused for a moment. "However, you are far weaker now than you were then."

"How are you here? The door to the ancient vault of the Ghost God Path should have been closed for a thousand years."

"Closed doors always have a time when they open… I am merely following the will of heaven."

Kongwang slowly stepped forward, his closed eyes gradually opening to a slit in the darkness.

Meanwhile,

A wailing cold wind brushed past Sun Bumian's cheek. The formerly invisible souls gradually materialized in the void, numbering in the dozens!

They wore chains and passed silently by Sun Bumian, their presence stirring his hair and the hem of his clothes, yet he stood motionless, like a statue.

"Why are you here? What do you intend to do?" Sun Bumian asked in a deep voice.

Kongwang slowly walked towards him, their figures drawing closer. Just as he was about to pass Sun Bumian, he stopped beside his shoulder…

"What I intend to do is none of your concern. You would do well not to meddle."

Kongwang's lowered gaze fixed on Sun Bumian's profile, his voice like one from the underworld:

"You are not who you once were. After so many reincarnations, the auspiciousness you possess has long since weakened and faded… This time, you cannot stop me."

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