My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 84: This Rotten World is Doomed

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Shebi Shi was well aware.

Although the mission seemed easy, its difficulty was probably not small.

The enemy of the Immortal Tomb Master did not conceal their actions, daring to expose their proxies openly. There must be contingencies in place for these two individuals.

It could even be that the opposing force was luring them into a trap.

Yet, Shebi Shi was willing to take the risk. To him, the temptation of a thousand years of longevity was too great.

Moreover, the targets were merely two Golden Core cultivators. Those at such a level could hardly withstand the residual effects of a battle among the powerful and could easily be killed.

Even if they had contingencies or a powerful protector in the shadows, Shebi Shi was confident that with his cultivation, he could kill them by surprise and then escape.

“Letting Shebi Shi undertake this mission, what are your opinions?” Xuan Ming sought everyone’s thoughts.

Ju Mang: “Let him have it. I’m in the prime of my life and don’t need that thousand years of longevity.”

Hou Tu: “I’m in Zhongzhou, far from the Eastern Sea, so I won’t participate.” Yan Zi: “Really? Sister Hou Tu, I’m in Zhongzhou too. How about we meet?”

Hou Tu: “Come to the Great Xia Imperial City if you dare. I’ll host a banquet for you. Just watch, halfway through, when Yan Zi drops her cup, five hundred cultivators will come forward to perform.”

Yan Zi:

Zhu Long: “I just completed a mission recently and didn’t get any reward. I’ll pass this time.”

The rest also expressed their agreement, leaving the task to Shebi Shi.

The great enemy of the Immortal Tomb Master had contingencies in place and established an opposing organization. The extent of the enemy’s power was still unclear, so everyone was considering letting Shebi Shi test the waters.

At this moment, Di Jiang suddenly spoke: “Let’s not rush into action. We’ll discuss and finalize the plan next time. My suggestion is to wait until a new Gong Gong appears, then act together.”

All eleven people turned their heads, looking at the empty seat that once belonged to Gong Gong.

They understood Di Jiang’s implication. This was to prevent the traitor from acting. The eleven of them, along with the deceased Gong Gong, had all appeared together in the Immortal Tomb space.

After such a long period of working together and mutual testing, there was still a certain level of trust among the members. But with the introduction of new members, caution was warranted.

Ju Mang’s concerns about a potential traitor were not unfounded. Di Jiang’s suggestion for the newcomer to act alongside Shebi Shi was also a way to monitor and test whether the new “Gong Gong” was trustworthy.

Upon hearing this, Shebi Shi was silent for a moment: “That’s acceptable, but I want to accept this decree first. As for what Gong Gong might need, I will compensate the new member.”

His urgent need for longevity meant that, even if he had to cooperate with someone else, he wouldn’t relinquish the decree.

Tian Wu nodded: “If the new member disagrees with the joint action, we can exercise our right to vote and expel them. Then, we can request the Immortal

Tomb space to eliminate this traitor.”

Their actions were all within the framework of the Immortal Tomb space. Assessing the trustworthiness of a newcomer was reasonable and permitted by the space. However, exploiting loopholes by repeatedly expelling newcomers to claim rewards for eliminating traitors was not allowed.

“How do you view Tian Wu’s proposal?” Di Jiang asked after pondering for a while.

“Agreed,” Xuan Ming was the first to express his agreement.

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.”

Thus, all eleven members reached a consensus. From now on, any newcomer would first have to undertake a mission with an existing member, serving as a form of assessment.

Shebi Shi raised his hand, and the decree flew towards him, merging into his body.

“The meeting is adjourned,” Xuan Ming announced. With a thought, the bronze lamps extinguished, and their figures disappeared.

In the Archean Eon Realm.

Within a deep mountain, in a humble grass hut. Returning to the real world, Zhu Long opened his eyes.

“What should I do now?”

A man, his body cloaked in a black cap, rubbed his face, his eyebrows knotted in concern.

“Damn it, these people act too quickly. No sooner had they finished discussing than they started acting,” Zhu Long muttered to himself.

“The next meeting, and Shebi Shi will be taking the new Gong Gong on a mission.”

Zhu Long stroked his chin, “Do I really have to use that thing left by the

Ancestor?”

He pulled out a green stalk of milfoil from his pocket.

The milfoil was green and appeared fresh, as if it had just been plucked. But Zhu Long knew that this milfoil had been passed down from his Ancestor for several thousand years.

The Ancestor Master left behind three stalks of milfoil, each with its own unique effect.

The first, named Severing Karma, was used by the Ancestor’s disciple. It severed the connection between the Ancestor and their lineage.

The second, called Unpredictable Heavenly Secrets, would make Zhu Long undetectable even to the Immortal Tomb space if burned.

The third could strengthen karmic ties. Lighting this milfoil would forcibly establish a karmic connection. However, whether this connection would be good or bad was beyond the user’s control, and it wouldn’t be surprising if it led to their demise.

“I only had three from the Ancestor, and I’ve used two already… it feels like squandering the family wealth,” Zhu Long was well aware of the situation.

“But I have no choice but to use it now. My situation is too precarious, and I definitely cannot show myself. I need to think about how to proceed…” After pondering for a while, a spark of inspiration struck Zhu Long.

“What if… I let the new Gong Gong do it?”

Zhu Long blinked. It seemed feasible.

He hurried to a small altar behind the grass hut. Zhu Long bowed to the altar and then stepped forward to light the milfoil, placing it on top.

Concentrating on his target, he chanted strange incantations.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the milfoil turned into green smoke and vanished between heaven and earth. Zhu Long sighed deeply.

“The Master of the Immortal Tomb… What a predicament.”

Zhu Long shook his head, “Immortal Tomb, Other Shore, Mount Everlasting…

and more… this broken world is doomed.”

Of course, these thoughts were only in his mind. His lineage was even more cautious about karma, not daring to even cryptically express such ideas.

“Forget it, the sky won’t fall as long as someone taller is holding it up. I’m just an ordinary divination cultivator,” Zhu Long mused about his experience becoming a disciple, suspecting that his master had calculated his entry into this path, burdening him with many responsibilities.

At this moment.

In the Eastern Wilderness, within the Longevity Palace.

The Saintess of the Longevity Palace, Nangong Xuan, was lying in bed when she suddenly opened her eyes..