Treasure identifying Golden Eyes

However, Wang Polang did not budge.    

Wang Baizhi felt his soul being pulled away by a cold and gloomy Qi, and his soul was being dragged away.    

If not for his powerful cultivation, his soul would have been dragged away!    

After a long while, Wang Polang let out a long sigh. He took out a censer and lit three incense sticks. He faced Wang Baizhi and said, "Fellow Taoist Yang, please give me some face and let him live!"    

"Next, I'm afraid I can't arrange for Wang Baizhi to go to the Jade Lake and listen to your orders!"    

"I don't think you can get any benefits even if you kill him!"    

Wang Baizhi's eyes widened. He had never seen his master beg for help before. After all, since he could remember, his master had already been a sage cultivator.    

For so many years, countless people had begged Wang Polang. Wang Polang was the living immortal of this world, able to do everything.    

Now, when he saw his master beg for help for his own sake, Wang Baizhi felt extremely guilty, but he did not dare to stop him.    

Because he knew that only his master could save him.    

As his master's voice faded, Wang Baizhi could clearly feel the pressure on his soul gradually lessen.    

Soon, the pulling force disappeared.    

Then, Wang Baizhi felt his soul weaken. He fell limply to the ground, unable to move.    

The previous tug had consumed a lot of his soul, and a part of his soul had been dragged away, causing his soul to be severely damaged.    

After a while, Wang Baizhi felt that his strength had recovered a little, but he could only stand up.    

"Dong!"    

Wang Baizhi knelt down and faced Wang Polang, "Thank you, Master, for saving my life!"    

Wang Polang stared at him, "Now you know how powerful Yang Bo is?"    

Wang Baizhi lowered his head and did not dare to speak.    

Before he left, his Master had advised him not to be rash, but he did not listen to his Master's advice.    

He thought that there would be no danger during the trip to the Jade Lake, but Zishou and Xuan Tu had betrayed him. This was something Wang Baizhi had never expected.    

Now that his soul was being controlled, if he did not report to the Jade Lake, his soul would probably be dragged along!    

Wang Polang continued, "You always think that Yang Bo is an Immortal Realm cultivator, and that he is far from you!"    

"But you have never thought that Yang Bo is the master of the Underworld, and that he is a person with the Fate of the New World!"    

"The Holy World is vast. Do you know how many people have Fate comparable to Yang Bo's?"    

Wang Baizhi lowered his gaze and began to think carefully.    

The Fate of the New World was a person with a Heavenly Spirit.    

Although the various forces attached great importance to Fate, it was obvious that the people with the most Fate in the Holy World should be those who had reached the peak of their cultivation.    

Wang Baizhi raised his head and asked, "Master, how is your fate compared to Yang Bo's?"    

Wang Polang shook his head and said, "I am not as good as him!"    

Wang Baizhi was shocked, "If even Master's fate is not as good as his, how many people in the Holy World can compare to him?"    

Wang Polang said, "If one's cultivation has reached the 20th heavenly tribulation, then he should be able to compare to him!"    

"My fate is slightly worse than his, but there is a limit."    

"But there is a problem. If we, the Saints, go from the Holy World to the Lower Worlds, our fate will be reduced by more than half!"    

Wang Baizhi was very shocked. Although he was a Saint, he had never considered this problem before.    

If the Saint's fate was reduced by half, would everyone be so lucky after going to the Lower Worlds?    

Could they still continue to walk on?    

If the Saint's fate was reduced, then Yang Bo's fate would be even more prominent.    

Yang Bo was really the son of the Heavenly Dao!    

Wang Baizhi asked, "Is Yang Bo the son of the Heavenly Dao?"    

"Otherwise, how can he have such a strong fate?"    

Wang Polang glanced at him and said coldly, "At this time, you are still thinking about such nonsense!"    

"The reason why Yang Bo's fate is so strong is probably related to his background!"    

"The planet he was born on should be the origin of the Ancestral Star. That planet has sent out too many Saints!"    

Wang Baizhi stood up and said, "Master, should we send people to that planet?"    

Wang Polang waved his hand and said, "Go back and cultivate in seclusion now. Send out a clone to the Lower Realm!"    

"Only this method can save your life!"    

"Next, the Star-Seizing Manor will still have to establish a Dao Court. You have to do your best to assist Yang Bo. If necessary, make a sacrifice!"    

Wang Bailian stared at his master in shock, but he did not dare to refute. He bowed and agreed.    

Wang Polang waved his hand and Wang Bailian turned around to leave.    

After leaving the top floor, Wang Bailian was still in a daze. He had already seen through his master's intentions. On the surface, he was asking him to save his life, but his master was thinking of making him a spy.    

Yang Bo's own karmic luck was very strong, so the matter of establishing a Dao Court had always been very smooth.    

Wang Polang wanted to seize the Dao Court, but in fact, it was to seize Yang Bo's karmic luck. The two sides were mortal enemies.    

Wang Bailian was lying in wait for Yao Chi, and he was trying to deliver a message at the critical moment to give Yang Bo a heavy blow and help the Star-Seizing Manor establish a Dao Court.    

On the day of his success, Wang Bailian would probably be dead!    

But could his master succeed?    

All along, Wang Bailian had a lot of confidence in the Star-Seizing Manor. He felt that the Star-Seizing Manor had three Saints, so it would be easy for them to establish a Dao Court.    

But when he heard his master's words, he immediately felt that establishing a Dao Court was likely to be full of danger, and it was not an easy matter.    

Wang Bailian did not dare to think too much about it. He immediately sent out a clone to the Lower Realm to seek refuge with Yang Bo.    

In the past, he had sent out a wisp of his soul without any effort, but this time, when he sent out his soul, he could feel the pain of being pulled.    

His weakened soul had caused a great impact on Wang Baili. Even when he was thinking about something, he felt pain.    

Wang Baili stood by the window and stared at the distant starry sky.    

The starry sky was boundless and the stars were resplendent. The Zi Wei Imperial Star was the brightest. Around him, the stars were circling.    

Suddenly, the Zi Wei Imperial Star suddenly dimmed and disappeared.    

Seeing this situation, Wang Baili was shocked. He did not know what was going on.    

Could it be that Yang Bo had fallen?    

Why did he die?    

Fortunately, his clone had already sent him to the Lower Realm. Now, it was up to the clone to deliver the news!    

...    

When Wang Baili's clone approached Yao Chi, he saw Du Yutian.    

Du Yutian seemed to have been waiting for a long time.    

Du Yutian stepped forward, "Greetings, Holy Lord!"    

Wang Baili waved his hand, "How did you know that I would come?"    

Du Yutian pointed to the sky, "The Zi Wei Imperial Star has fallen. Everyone speculated that the Holy Lord must have killed Yang Bo."    

"I feel that the Holy Lord's clone must have been unable to swallow this grievance and must have come back to take revenge!"    

"Now that Yang Bo has fallen, I am willing to follow Holy Lord!"    

Wang Baili looked at the other party with a bit of awkwardness, "Yang Bo has already fallen?"    

"Where did the news come from?"    

Du Yutian raised his head, "The Zi Wei Imperial Star has disappeared. Didn't Yang Bo die?"    

Wang Baili said angrily, "Which bastard spread false news?"    

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