They had the same thought and decisively activated the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon to teleport back to the Black Cloud Battlefield.
The Black Cloud Battlefield had already collapsed, leaving only the miasma barrier enveloping the Altar Battlefield.
But after the previous fierce battle, and with Zeng Jide directly stealing the Earth-Lung Miasma Flood Barrier from River of Oblivion Immortal City, the miasma barrier had become very thin, and the passage created earlier by the Returning Ruins Black Ball still existed, unsealed.
The Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon passed through the passage and flew into the Altar Battlefield.
There was a formation protecting this place, making it impossible for the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon to travel through directly.
Seeing this scene, the Lord of Wanchuan in the distant Wanchuan Immortal City suddenly furrowed his brow deeply.
"Look, that bone is back on top of the altar." Qing Chi exclaimed, turning to Luo Si and Ning Zhuo, "How did you two guess it?"
Luo Si remained silent.
Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, "Simple. When the Earth Evil fights, it receives a power boost, which is obviously due to the formation’s transmission."
"I can’t identify this great array here, but I already know it has transportation powers."
"After the Heavenly Ghost Skull flew out, the Wanchuan Tributary didn’t follow and pursue, which is also a significant clue."
"Combining the two, it indicates that the Lord of Wanchuan can likely use this array to directly transport the wandering Heavenly Ghost Skull back."
Qing Chi looked at Ning Zhuo with admiration, "Xiao Ma, you’ve become so smart! You’re much smarter than before!"
Ning Zhuo’s gaze turned sharp as he looked towards the altar, "The Buddha illusion has already dissipated, and the Lord of Wanchuan has retrieved the Heavenly Ghost Skull. We mustn’t let him succeed!"
"Otherwise, all our previous efforts and sacrifices will have been in vain."
Qing Chi thought of her father and immediately showed an expression of anger and hatred, "Xiao Ma, you’re right, we mustn’t let the Lord of Wanchuan have his way!"
Luo Si was already concentrating on thinking of ways to break the situation.
The altar stood quietly in the center, as stable as a mountain.
A Wanchuan Tributary surrounded the altar.
At the top of the altar lay the Heavenly Ghost Skull, no longer shrouded by a bloody light sphere but cloaked in a layer of yellow dust, which was the remnant body of the Earth Evil.
Ning Zhuo was once again facing the old problem—how to break through the Wanchuan Tributary!
However, compared to before, it was just the three of them left in the Altar Battlefield. Of course, it was obvious that the Lord of Wanchuan must have already ordered troops to be dispatched here. His true form was likely on its way as well.
Therefore, Ning Zhuo didn’t have much time.
He still had to race against the clock!
"Let’s split into three groups first." Ning Zhuo thought for a moment and gave the order.
The three of them left the Mechanical Dragon, splitting into three directions, ready to break in at any time.
They communicated with each other using Divine Sense, moving simultaneously.
The Lord of Wanchuan focused entirely, remotely commanding the Wanchuan Tributary, blocking left and right, preferring to let Qing Chi and Luo Si pass, but determined to stop Ning Zhuo.
"To ascend the altar, three conditions must be satisfied simultaneously."
"Among the three, I’m afraid only I can do it!"
Ning Zhuo thought to himself that things were not going well.
The previous Silent Extinction Buddha Illusion had been trapped by stepping into this pit, successfully calculated by the Lord of Wanchuan.
Qing Chi and Luo Si were only cover; Ning Zhuo was the key person who alone could ascend the altar.
But the Lord of Wanchuan also saw this point and guarded Ning Zhuo with extreme vigilance!
"Attack the Wanchuan Tributary? That would consume too much combat power and take up too much time."
"Sigh, Boss Sun also met the conditions; it would be great if he were here!"
At that moment, Ning Zhuo missed Sun Lingtong tremendously.
By the Wanchuan River.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Zeng Jide bent deeply, coughing violently, his ghost body trembling constantly, spitting out a series of Soul Breaths.
His aura fell to an all-time low, showing unprecedented weakness.
"Senior!" Sun Lingtong was extremely concerned.
Zeng Jide turned his head, staring deeply at Sun Lingtong, "You little imp, going to Wanchuan Immortal City with ulterior motives, aren’t you?"
Sun Lingtong rubbed his nose, replied candidly, "Senior saw through it, that’s the case."
"Hehe! Therefore, you were eager to try and steal these circular stone cores, actually wanting to prompt me to help you." Zeng Jide took a deep breath to stabilize his aura.
Sun Lingtong laughed awkwardly, "Senior, I was wrong..."
Zeng Jide waved his hand, "Didn’t expect to be schemed by you, this little imp, hehe. What deep hatred do you have with the Lord of Wanchuan to wreck his path?"
"Seeing such an intense reaction from the City Lord’s Mansion, these small and large stones I’ve stolen must be extremely important!"
Sun Lingtong hesitated for a moment.
Zeng Jide frowned, "Forget it, you don’t have to say it."
"Our fate together is over, and we part ways here."
Despite saying this, Zeng Jide still took out a talisman, sending it flying over to Sun Lingtong.
"Use the talisman on yourself, run straight, and get as far away from the Wanchuan Underworld as quickly as possible!"
"Never underestimate the strength and means of the Lord of the Prefecture."
"The reason we could cause such chaos in Wanchuan Immortal City was a chance coincidence—because the Lord of Wanchuan was being besieged and distracted, the entire Wanchuan Underworld’s power had been heavily weakened, at its weakest point."
Seeing Zeng Jide still willing to help him, Sun Lingtong’s face immediately showed gratitude, "Senior..."
"Hehe, you brat, you owe this old man a huge favor. If fate allows, we’ll meet again!" Zeng Jide waved his hand and disappeared into thin air, leaving Sun Lingtong, a small child, standing at the wide riverbank, feeling lost.
Sun Lingtong attempted to contact Ning Zhuo but still failed.
He thought for a moment and immediately took out the black blood paper horse, heading in the direction of the Water Burial Valley.
"Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin’s task is probably completed. Naturally...it’s time to reunite with Ning Zhuo’s mother!"