The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Shen Qianqiu looked down at the life tablet in his hand again.

The life tablet is intact, and its light is stable.

This indicates that both individuals are still alive and in good condition.

But why hasn't it come out yet?

"Could they be trapped in a secret realm?"

Shen Qianqiu murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

He raised his head and looked at the spatial rift again.

A hint of worry appeared in his eyes.

Qin Jiaojiao heard his mutterings to himself, and her face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Dean... what did you say?"

Her voice was trembling.

"Father and Master...are they trapped in the secret realm?"

Shen Qianqiu quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, I was just saying it casually."

"How could your father and master, who are so powerful, be trapped?"

"They might have found something good in the secret realm and are on their way here, which is why they're a bit slow."

Qin Jiaojiao looked at him, her eyes slightly red.

"Dean, you're not lying to me..."

Seeing her trying so hard not to cry, Shen Qianqiu's heart softened, and he gently patted her head.

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Your father's and your master's life tablets are both intact, they'll definitely be alright."

"Wait a little longer, maybe the next batch will come out soon."

Qin Jiaojiao bit her lip and nodded vigorously.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness, and turned her head to look at the spatial rift again.

Her little hands clenched even tighter.

……

Time passed by, second by second.

More and more people gathered in the square.

From several thousand to tens of thousands.

Ultimately, the number of survivors was over 12,000.

Everyone was stunned.

Twelve thousand people!

In previous years, during the fierce competition among dynasties, at most a hundred people could survive.

This year, a staggering 12,000 people survived!

What does this mean?

Survival rate increased by hundreds of times!

A chorus of puzzled whispers rose and fell, everyone's face filled with shock and disbelief.

The leaders of various factions stepped forward to welcome their surviving disciples.

Some were delighted, some were relieved, and some were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes.

"Thirty people from our sect went in, and eighteen came out! Eighteen of them!"

"Me too! Twenty-five went in, fifteen came out!"

All eyes were on the contestants.

The contestants felt uncomfortable under their gazes and lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Many people here were once trapped in the great formation set up by the twelve demonic beasts, if it weren't for Wang Long.

They certainly won't make it out alive.

In the very center of the square, on a high platform.

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back.

His gaze swept over the survivors in the square, and he was delighted.

Such a high survival rate?

it is good!

OK!

The more people who survive, the more Heavenly Stones they bring out.

The grand formation of Tianque City will be more stable.

With this, Tianque City will have more strength to resist future beast tides.

Song Tiange took a deep breath, raised her hand, and waved it gently.

A deep, resonant voice emanated from his mouth, echoing across the sky and clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"The era of countless dynasties vying for supremacy has come to an end."

"All participants, step forward and hand over the Heavenly Stone."

"The more Celestial Stones you deliver, the higher your ranking and the richer the rewards."

"The top ten will receive a generous reward from me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the square erupted in cheers.

All eyes were on the surviving contestants.

The participants immediately took action.

They lined up in an orderly fashion and walked to the platform.

He took out the Heavenly Stones from his storage bag and placed them one by one on the specially set stone platform on the high platform.

The record-keeping was handled by several deacons from Tianque City, all of whom were Saint Realm experts with keen eyesight, able to discern the quantity and quality of Tianque Stones at a glance.

However, the survival rate was too high this time, and they were short-handed, so they were extremely busy.

This is a happy problem!

"The Great Xia Dynasty, Sun Liancheng, thirty-six Heavenly Stones!"

"The Great Zhou Dynasty, Huo Ming, forty-two Heavenly Stones!"

"Great Yan Dynasty, Liu Jia, Fifty-one Heavenly Stones!"

As the deacons announced the names of the deacons, the atmosphere in the square grew increasingly lively.

Song Tiange stood on the high platform, watching the Heavenly Stones pile up one by one, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Although the amount each person submitted was not large, the sheer number of people involved made up for it.

Little by little, great things are achieved; grains of sand can be piled up to form a tower.

The total amount of Heavenly Stones this year will definitely be much more than in previous years!

Just as the delivery ceremony was in full swing, the spatial rift in the sky began to slowly close.

The crack, which was hundreds of feet wide, gradually narrowed.

Two hundred zhang, one hundred zhang, fifty zhang...

Qin Jiaojiao stood at the front of the crowd, tiptoeing, craning her neck, and staring intently at the ever-shrinking spatial rift.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips were trembling, her eyes were red, and tears were welling up in them.

Father and Master haven't come out yet.

The crack needs to be closed!

"Dean..."

Qin Jiaojiao's voice was hoarse and trembling with sobs.

"Why haven't Father and Master come out yet...?"

Shen Qianqiu stood beside her, holding two life tablets in his hands.

The life tablet is intact, and its light remains steady.

Shen Qianqiu's brows furrowed tightly, and he began to feel anxious.

"Jiaojiao, don't worry, this old man..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the spatial rift in the sky has shrunk to less than ten zhang wide.

It looks like it's about to be completely shut down.

He desperately wanted to rush in and see what was going on.

Qin Jiaojiao finally couldn't hold back her tears, and they streamed down her face.

She threw herself into Shen Qianqiu's arms and burst into tears.

"Dean! Are Father and Master unable to get out?"

"Are they trapped inside?"

"I don't want them trapped inside... I want my father... I want my master..."

Shen Qianqiu held her close, gently patting her back with one hand, his lips pressed tightly together.

His gaze was fixed on the ever-shrinking spatial rift, his face filled with sorrow.

He lowered his head, looking at Qin Jiaojiao, who was crying uncontrollably in his arms, his voice hoarse.

"Jiaojiao, don't be afraid."

"They're all very strong, they'll be fine!"

Rather than comforting Jiaojiao, Shen Qianqiu was convincing himself.

Qin Jiaojiao lifted her head from his embrace, looked at him with teary eyes, and nodded vigorously.

As Kui San watched the spatial rift shrinking, a slow grin spread across his face.

He had waited so long, and this moment had finally arrived.

Wang Long hasn't come out yet!

This old bastard who caused his Puppet Spirit Sect so much loss is finally going to be trapped and die in the secret realm.

"OK……"

Kui San muttered to himself, his voice filled with smugness and satisfaction.

"It would be best if he died inside."

Kui San became happier and happier as he thought about it, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the square, and shouted excitedly, his voice rising several decibels.

"Wang Long is finally dead!"

"Truly, Heaven blesses our Puppet Spirit Sect!"