Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

Xu Pingsheng, who was being watched by everyone, was secretly lamenting his situation. His lips twitched slightly as he suppressed the surging blood and qi within him.

Who would have thought that the seemingly effortless automatic protection from the treasure just now almost drained his spiritual power?

If he hadn't been trying to maintain his composure in front of Meng Anran and the other two women, he would have already been lying on the ground enjoying the cool air.

"Damn it, my cultivation level is still too low. This broken bell is not something I can activate at will!"

Xu Pingsheng secretly grumbled to himself.

Tang San listened to the surrounding discussions, and his expression grew increasingly grim.

It only dawned on me then that the time freeze I had just experienced was not an illusion at all!

That was a real, undeniable spatial and temporal confinement that even a quasi-emperor at the seventh level couldn't resist!

"Damn it..." Tang San felt a chill run through his body, his hands and feet trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with jealousy and resentment.

Comparing yourself to others is just asking for trouble!

He was already at the seventh level of Quasi-Emperor, and still an elder of the Holy Land, yet he finally managed to acquire an ordinary Quasi-Emperor weapon.

As it turned out, the opponent was a Quasi-Emperor at the first level, possessing not only top-tier Quasi-Emperor weapons but also a spacetime-based ultimate Emperor weapon.

On what grounds?

Why didn't he have it?

Why isn't his father the Dao Ancestor?

Why is he so handsome, yet bald?

He scoffed at the speculation that Xu Pingsheng was the illegitimate son of the Yin-Yang Emperor.

He knew that the Yin-Yang Emperor only had an ordinary imperial weapon, and he was notoriously stingy. He was wary of even his own son, let alone his illegitimate son.

This ancient bell further confirmed to him that Xu Pingsheng was definitely the legendary successor of Bai Yujing.

However, he still had some questions.

In ancient legends, Bai Yujing has always focused on honing its successors and never provided them with treasures. Why then does it show such favor to Xu Pingsheng?

Could it be that Xu Pingsheng is the illegitimate son of some bigwig in Baiyujing?

Thinking of this, Tang San completely chickened out.

Who knows what other tricks they have up their sleeve?

It seems that Meng Anran and the other two women won't be getting to taste anything new today.

"This idea is too risky, I'd better get out of here!" Tang San thought to himself, and without daring to linger, he turned around and tried to use teleportation to escape.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she's not as important as his life!

next second.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Tang San felt as if he had crashed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron. His whole body trembled violently, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward in a disheveled manner, crashing heavily to the ground.

"What is that?!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically, and he looked around in horror.

A pale purple light curtain was discovered to have enveloped the entire Guanghan Immortal Palace at some unknown time. Runes flowed on the light curtain, emitting a powerful sealing aura that completely blocked all escape routes!

"Has someone set up a sealing formation?" Tang San's heart sank, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

This grand formation was set up so silently that even he, a quasi-emperor at the seventh level, did not notice it, which shows how terrifying the cultivation of the person who set up the formation is!

Just then.

A ripple spread through the void, and a terrifying pressure descended like Mount Tai pressing down, causing the temperature of the entire square to plummet instantly.

Everyone felt a suffocating sense of oppression and looked up at the void.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the void.

He was dressed in black animal skin armor, with a burly build, a resolute face, a faint wolf-shaped mark on his forehead, and eyes like cold stars, flashing with bloodthirsty light. His imperial aura was overwhelming, as if he could suppress the heavens and the earth!

When Tang San saw the newcomer's appearance clearly, his pupils dilated drastically, and the shock on his face instantly reached its peak. He cried out in alarm:

"The Howling Moon Wolf Lord?!"

How is that possible?

This is human territory!

The Howling Moon Wolf Lord actually traveled such a long distance alone. Isn't he afraid of being discovered and killed by the human race's higher-ups?

Tang San trembled all over, his eyes filled with fear.

This man is notoriously ruthless and merciless, a mass murderer. His cultivation at the ninth level of Quasi-Emperor is enough to easily kill him. Even the Holy Lord of Qingyun Holy Land has to be wary of him!

But now, let alone running away, he can't even send a message out.

After a brief moment of panic, Tang San seemed to remember something, abruptly turning to look at Meng Anran, her eyes filled with madness, and she screamed hysterically:

"Meng Anran! You still say your Jiang family isn't human spies, that you didn't collude with the Sirius clan?!"

"What is this?! The Howling Moon Wolf Lord is personally backing you up, what else do you have to say?!"

In his rage, he failed to notice that the moment the Howling Moon Wolf Lord appeared, Meng Anran and Meng Luoli's expressions changed drastically.

The initial joy and shock faded, replaced by a deep-seated hatred.

The two women stared intently at the Howling Moon Wolf Lord, their pupils contracting slightly with extreme rage. Their fingernails dug deep into their palms, bleeding profusely, yet they remained oblivious, as if they wanted to tear him apart alive!

"It's him!"

The two women roared inwardly at the same time.

This figure is etched into their very bones; even if they become vengeful ghosts, they will never forget it!

Back then, it was the two wolf lords of the Sirius clan, the Howling Moon Wolf Lord and the Silver Moon Wolf Lord, who joined forces with a group of masked human traitors in black to slaughter the Jiang family overnight!

The sisters escaped by sheer luck and have lived in anonymity for years, investigating the whereabouts of human traitors while secretly hunting down members of the Sirius clan.

Unexpectedly, the moment their identities were exposed, the culprit rushed over!

Meng Anran's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from extreme anger and hatred.

She bit her lower lip hard, the taste of blood filling her mouth, her mind filled with questions: What did her father get back then that made them so relentlessly hunt him down?

At this moment, the entire Guanghan Immortal Palace was completely silent, filled with an atmosphere of despair.

With a peerless expert at the ninth level of the Quasi-Emperor realm, and the sealing formation set up, it's clear that everyone present today will perish here.

Just as everyone was losing all hope, the void rippled once more, and an ancient yet resounding Buddhist chant echoed throughout the heavens and earth:

Amitabha Buddha~~

As the Buddhist chanting began, a figure draped in a red robe and holding prayer beads slowly appeared.

His face was kind, his brows radiated a precious light, and he was surrounded by a faint golden Buddhist aura.

It was none other than Master Wuse, the abbot of the Great Thunderclap Temple of the Human Race.

"Great! It's Master Wuse! We're saved!"

"Waaaaah~~ I was so scared! I thought I was going to die!"

"When we get back, I'll definitely have my wife go to the Great Thunder Temple to offer incense more often. Last time she went, she gave birth to a big, healthy baby boy!"

"Huh? Can you pray for a child at the Great Thunderclap Temple?"

After a brief uproar, the atmosphere of despair dissipated considerably.

The Great Thunderclap Temple is one of the top forces of the human race. Although Master Wuse is only a Quasi-Emperor at the eighth level, he has profound Buddhist knowledge and hates evil.

With him here, he can definitely hold off the Howling Moon Wolf Lord. Even if he's not a match for him, he can at least hold him off for a short time.

All that's needed is to break this sealing formation as soon as possible and seek help from the human race's higher-ups; the crisis can then be resolved.

however.

As soon as Master Wuse appeared, his gaze swept past everyone and locked onto the cyan-gold ancient bell hanging above Xu Pingsheng's head, a hint of greed and fervor flashing in his eyes.

He bowed slightly, silently chanted a Buddhist prayer to Xu Pingsheng, his tone carrying an undeniable authority:

"Amitabha."

"Young friend, this item has a connection with the Buddha."