Hua Ruoxian and Hua Ruohua, two women, found a mountain spring to wash up. They changed into new, refined clothing, dressed themselves up, and looked completely refreshed, possessing a unique charm.
Hua Ruohua asked, "Where do we go next?"
Hua Ruoxian looked at Ming Zhitian and said, "I've already told you, come to our Hua family and hide for a while."
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "I've also said that I can't hide forever. I still have many things to do. I've also told you that I'm not from this world, and I have to go back."
On the other side...
As the five pharaohs fled back to the Mingtian Cult, they all harbored their own intentions and did not intend to return to the Mingtian Cult at all. Because if they returned with failed missions, the Left Dharma Body would not spare them, and they would face endless torment or death. They knew this all too well.
A cloud of black mist flashed, startling the five pharaohs. "It's Luo Di! Fortunately, it's not the bloodthirsty demon, Zha Buding, the Left Dharma Body."
They quickly knelt down, "Greetings, Right Dharma Body!"
The mist dispersed, revealing a tall, gaunt figure with a ghostly face standing before them with his hands behind his back. This person was none other than Jue Luo, one of the two protectors beside the Great Heavenly King of Ming.
Known as Little Luo Di, he called himself Luo Di. He was at the fifth level of the Divine Might Realm, with unfathomable magic power and a cultivation one level higher than the Left Dharma Body, Zha Buding.
Jue Luo looked at the kneeling five, not asking them to rise. "Why have you all returned? Weren't you supposed to capture someone named Ming Zhitian?"
"This..." The five stammered, not daring to speak directly.
Jue Luo noticed one person was missing and frowned. "Where is Gu Mingyue?"
The Second Pharaoh of the Fourth Rank quickly replied, "Reporting to the Right Dharma Body, the Great Pharaoh of the Fifth Rank... has sacrificed himself."
Jue Luo narrowed his ghostly eyes. "Gu Mingyue was the pillar of our Mingtian Cult. He dedicated eighty years to the cult, managing and executing all its affairs, big and small. His death is equivalent to losing an arm of our Mingtian Cult. What exactly happened?"
The Second Pharaoh of the Fourth Rank said, "It was Ming Zhitian. Although he is only at the fourth level of the Divine Origin Realm, his strength is incredibly formidable, far surpassing ours. Moreover, he possesses thousands of Divine Might Realm first-level mechanical puppets, and an unknown Divine Might Realm first-level expert. We were no match for him; in fact, even the Great Pharaoh of the Fifth Rank could not defeat him and was thus killed. That is approximately what happened."
The five nodded in agreement, but Jue Luo did not believe it. If Ming Zhitian's cultivation was superior to theirs, it would be understandable, but that was not the case.
Jue Luo's face grew cold. "A mere Divine Origin Realm, and only at the fourth level, managed to outmaneuver all six of you?"
Sensing his anger, the five quickly prostrated themselves, their heads bowed so low that their bodies almost touched the ground. "Right Dharma Body, please quell your anger and spare our lives!"
They were certain that Jue Luo would not kill them because Jue Luo was usually more 'merciful' than the Left Dharma Body, Zha Buding.
However, they were wrong. Jue Luo's usual demeanor was merely a facade; in reality, his ruthlessness far surpassed that of Zha Buding.
Jue Luo stood with his arms crossed. "What did the Left Dharma Body instruct you when you left?"
A jolt went through the five. They all looked at the Second Pharaoh. Only he was qualified to speak; the other four were insignificant.
The Second Pharaoh of the Fourth Rank broke out in a cold sweat but still truthfully confessed, "The Left Dharma Body ordered... that if we could not capture Ming Zhitian, we should present our heads..."