Chapter 6012: Can’t Go Back

With a "whoosh," Leng Yilie's head was pierced by a spear.

"Pfft…"

The spear in Leng Yilie's hand pierced directly through his own skull.

Xiao Fan was stunned for a moment, then revealed a look of joy.

He understood that King of Ten Thousand Weapons must have succeeded, which was why Leng Yilie was like this.

Xiao Fan wanted to press his advantage, but was stopped by Ancient Ancestor Shi Tian.

"Damn it!" Xiao Fan's expression flickered, and for a moment, he had no way to deal with it.

…

"Leng Yilie! Wake up!" King of Ten Thousand Weapons controlled the spear, continuously attacking Leng Yilie fiercely.

Not to mention Leng Yilie, who had lost his sanity; even if he hadn't lost his sanity, he probably wouldn't have been able to react in time.

Why would his own spear attack him?!

"Bang," "bang," "boom."

Amidst unimaginable pain, a trace of realization flickered in Leng Yilie's eyes.

"You… Little Bing?!" Leng Yilie murmured softly.

"Yes! It's me! It's Little Bing! I am the King of Ten Thousand Weapons! Little Bing!" King of Ten Thousand Weapons nodded repeatedly.

"You… didn't you… die already?" Leng Yilie asked softly.

King of Ten Thousand Weapons was stunned for a moment, a look of grief appearing on his face.

As expected.

His original body had already died.

"I… I am a Divine Thought left behind in the Ancient Burial Holy Land," King of Ten Thousand Weapons explained hurriedly.

The current Leng Yilie had just regained a bit of his sanity and could not yet fully understand what had happened.

"A strand of Divine Thought? I see… Now… what happened?" Leng Yilie clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to regain his sanity.

…

Outside.

Leng Yilie suddenly became motionless, his face expressionless.

Xiao Fan was overjoyed, knowing that King of Ten Thousand Weapons must have succeeded.

Xiao Fan swung his sword, slashing towards Shi Tian, colliding with the longsword in the opponent's hand, producing a loud "bang."

The next instant, Xiao Fan and Shi Tian both retreated simultaneously.

By comparison, Shi Tian's Power of Samsara was much easier for Xiao Fan to deal with.

Xiao Fan used the Power of the Mortal Immortal as a guide to forcibly suppress Shi Tian's Power of Samsara.

Xiao Fan fully understood Shi Tian's techniques, but Shi Tian did not understand his.

"Bang," "boom," "bang."

"Ancient Ancestor Shi Tian! Wake up! Hurry up and wake up!!" Xiao Fan roared, slashing down with his sword, tearing directly through Shi Tian's chest.

"Bang."

"Boom."

"Gah, pfft…" Shi Tian vomited blood, a trace of realization appearing in his eyes.

"I… kill!"

However, a moment later, Shi Tian fell back into a bloodthirsty state, attacking Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan's face turned livid; he had no way to deal with Shi Tian!!

He could only hope that the other party would wake up soon.

Otherwise, Xiao Fan couldn't truly kill him!!

…

At this very moment, King of Ten Thousand Weapons had already told Leng Yilie exactly what had happened in the outside world.

"We… we encountered a great disaster." Leng Yilie sighed softly, recounting everything that had happened since they left the Ancient Burial Holy Land to King of Ten Thousand Weapons.

"Then what about you now?!" King of Ten Thousand Weapons asked anxiously.

"To escape pursuit, we later went to the Endless Plains. We originally thought that once we reached the Endless Plains, we could hide, but as it turned out… this matter alarmed Immortal Emperor Wuliang, so… even the Endless Plains were not safe for us. We simply fled to the territory of Immortal King Ting Yue to escape the pursuit of Immortal King Guimu! We were forced to break into the Undying Ice Mountain, and in the end… we even became one of the taboos here…"

"Taboo?!" King of Ten Thousand Weapons was shocked. "Then you! Is there any way to regain your clarity?!"

"No. Fortunately… in the end, Shi Tian and I joined forces to send Nine Saints away."

"Nine Saints? Is he alright now?!"

"I don't know. I also don't know how much time has passed since then." Leng Yilie slowly shook his head, condensing everything that had happened into a ray of crystalline light, and sent it before King of Ten Thousand Weapons.

"Little Bing, give this to that Xiao Fan…" Leng Yilie said slowly.

"But I… can't go back." King of Ten Thousand Weapons sighed softly and shook his head.

"I… can use my final strength to help you, Little Bing. Everything in the Ancient Burial Holy Land is left to him. The Fourth Ancient Ancestor is very good, very good indeed. I hope he can surpass us and become the hope of the Ancient Burial Holy Land." Leng Yilie smiled miserably, his blood qi burning throughout his body, and the immense Power of Causality forcibly broke through the shackles of the Towering Ancient Tree.

"Leng Yilie, you…"

"This is what I should do, Little Bing. I'm sorry… perhaps our decision was wrong…"