Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 539: Chapter 297: An Immortal Heart Unseen for Ages!

Hoo...

On the celestial platform of the Celestial Universe Building, Professor Zhang, Su Yaoyao, and others widened their eyes, seeing the large mass of ghost messengers descending.

They could feel their heads spinning, the sensation of a world turned upside down, and shadows appearing in the night.

"Is this soul-fetching?"

"We can’t resist it at all?"

Su Yaoyao took out her phone, seeing Bai Mo still hadn’t replied, tears instantly streamed down her face.

"Bastard!

"This time you must reply!"

Peacock Red Treasure trembled, tears streaming from its eyes, lowering its head and rubbing its master’s shoulder, hoping to take its master away.

Su Yaoyao stroked its neck.

"Be good, Red Treasure. My karma with West State runs too deep, I can’t escape.

"Return to the dream.

"After my death, you might fall back to Sequence Nine but you’ll still survive."

Red Treasure stiffened its neck.

"Boo?"

It raised its head, took a step forward, spread its wings, and stood in front of its master!

...

West State University, in the Immortal Grass Experimental Class dormitory.

Wan Bocheng and Yang Zhan, standing on the balcony, noticed the large mass of ghost messengers flying from the sky, making the night wind even colder and gave them goosebumps.

As humans and top reserve scientists, their life charts were extraordinary, attracting ghost messengers first!

Yang Zhan hunched his neck.

"Why do I feel something’s not right?"

Wan Bocheng looked up at the sky.

"Hmph, I absolutely trust the West State Boss!

"Let’s go. We should hide inside and give him more time."

After speaking, he zipped back inside, pulled Yang Zhan back, and slammed the dorm door shut, clearly not involved in immortality, yet quicker than anyone else.

He felt slightly embarrassed, "I..."

He turned around, freezing with Yang Zhan.

They saw a ghost messenger’s claw, elderly, decayed, thin, like a phantom, passing through the door and reaching for them!

"Hungry..."

With whispers from the Yellow Springs, they were stunned, their eyes fixed on the shriveled ghost claw.

...

In the rental house, the Celestial Palace Inheritor listened to their master’s lecture, eyes red.

"...Did you learn it?

"How did the Fallen Immortals open the Ghost Gate?

"Through array immortal techniques, Array Dao knowledge, the conspiracy of the human heart, the mystery of Yellow Springs, all were used!

"This is what immortals are, this is what immortal techniques are.

"An Emperor once said, the essence of immortal techniques is not grand displays, but the countless mysteries, existing in one’s mind, and wielded freely, like an arm moves a finger.

"The death of the West State Boss, the extinction of West State citizens, the price cannot be considered light.

"Just hope you can understand the true essence of immortal techniques!"

...

Mo Lanyou had been streaming, comforting the audience in the live stream.

"It’s alright, everyone trusts the Immortal Committee and the West State Boss.

"You can’t understand his terror without walking the Alchemy Path.

"I may have limited knowledge, but I’ve never seen immortal techniques as terrifying as his..."

While speaking, he recalled the West State Boss had entered the Ghost Gate.

Remembering his master said, for thousands of years, only immortals enter the Yellow Springs Ghost Gate, never seen one return.

He couldn’t help but shed tears.

The live stream’s comment section instantly noticed.

[Why is the host crying?]

[Damn, are things going to go wrong?]

[The West State Boss has never failed before]

[Are you questioning him now while on the Alchemy Path?]

...

Golden Emperor Mansion’s celestial platform.

The white-haired youth and several companions pressed Bitter Leaf to their foreheads and shoulders, forming a strange formation, dancing bizarrely to welcome the descending ghost messengers!

The ghost messengers were indeed attracted by the tycoons in the auction house, coming here first!

They danced vigorously, welcoming the ghost messengers, hoping as they fetch the souls of the tycoons, they could also take a few souls from Thousand Leaves, shortening the development cycle of Thousand Leaves!

"Though the Celestial Palace Inheritor might be a turtle egg, with the West State Boss already dead, this move is worth it!"

...

Golden Mansion’s auction house.

The bosses were chatting.

"Isn’t the West State Boss acting a bit slow?"

"We won’t be in trouble, will we?"

"Look at the window?"

...

In the private room, Fang Xiaoyu looked pale, at the auction house’s window, suddenly appearing ghost faces, ghost claws!

"Ah..."

"Hungry..."

"Come..."

Whispers from the Yellow Springs echoed in the auction house.

Fang Xiaoyu cried in panic, looked over at Wu Qingyun, only to see Wu Qingyun was startled, standing stiffly, but had gripped the sword hilt, ready for a desperate fight!

She then looked at Bai Mo, who still showed no expression, indifferent.

"Expert Bai Mo, are you really not afraid of death?!"

Just then, her eyes were suddenly struck by light!

That was a five-colored light shining down from the sky into the auction house, into the second-floor private room.

The brilliance of the light even overshadowed the crystal chandeliers in the auction house!

...

Countless ghost messengers, lavish and brilliant, spread across the entire West State sky.

Some still on their way, some already extending ghost claws, some already pulling out half a life soul... but when the five-colored fire cloud scattered across the sky, and the firelight illuminated West State as if it were daytime, regardless of what they were doing, no matter where they flew to, all ghost messengers, raised their heads, looked to the sky, looked to the highest point in the sky, that elongated figure, and the four immortal beasts standing beside.

"Ah..."

"Ooo..."

"Hungry..."

They howled, murmured, all turned around, all rushed towards that figure!

Whether immortal technique committee members or tycoons, whether professors or future genius scientists, everyone’s souls held less allure than that one person’s soul!

All were drawn back, to fetch that one’s soul!

Even if there were too many ghost messengers and they couldn’t have a share, even if they could only have a taste, or a sniff, or a glance, they were satisfied!