This day.
It was another seven days.
"Let's go, brothers! The Heaven and Earth Sect's trash has been taken out today. If we don't go now, it'll be too late!"
Looking at the treasures filling up his storage ring, Teng Xiyuan was very satisfied.
By now, he had made quite a name for himself on the island.
Not only had his cultivation improved, but his whole mindset had changed.
He lived each day free of worries, occasionally drinking with his friends or playing chess with others on the island.
Life was simply carefree and wonderful!
The days passed by like this.
Another month went by.
By now, he had fully assimilated into the island and saw himself as a native. The Heaven and Earth Sect's gates had also become his faith.
On this day.
He saw another fragmented painting.
The profound truths of the Great Dao within the painting gave him some insight. He quickly opened his storage ring to carefully put the painting remnants inside, thinking of finding a place to meditate on them.
But as soon as he opened his storage ring, he noticed the teleportation jade slip he hadn't looked at in a while was flickering with light.
Judging by its fluctuations, there seemed to be over ten voice messages he hadn't listened to yet.
This particular jade slip was a special teleportation tool between him and Destroyer of the World.
"Crap, Destroyer of the World is still waiting for my reply!"
Coming to his senses, Teng Xiyuan cried out loud.
An expression of regret appeared on his face.
"I can't believe I almost forgot. I'm such a worthless bastard!" he scolded himself, slapping his own cheek.
"Why am I getting distracted picking up trash and forgetting about that little toy from Destroyer of the World?"
With a firm shout of "Keep picking!", he continued rummaging through the trash for opportunities, and crushed the glowing jade slip under his foot.
But the moment the jade slip shattered, Destroyer of the World suddenly opened his eyes.
"What exactly is going on?"
"Could this guy have been discovered?"
Destroyer of the World's pupils constricted.
Teng Xiyuan was his trump card for finding clues.
Not only had Teng Xiyuan not replied to his voice messages, but now the jade slip was also destroyed.
This could only mean Teng Xiyuan had likely been captured, or even killed, by someone.
Destroyer of the World's expression grew solemn.
It had been hard to get such a good card, and he did not want it to go to waste.
To investigate the reason, he once again employed the power of celestial bodies.
"Teng Xiyuan."
"Investigate!"
In an instant.
The power of the celestial bodies rose up.
At the very least, this investigation would reveal Teng Xiyuan's current state of survival.
Whether he was dead or alive, sealed or controlled, there would definitely be some feedback.
However, looking at the still churning celestial power, Destroyer of the World already had an inkling of the answer in his heart.
In all likelihood, the outlook for Teng Xiyuan was more ominous than auspicious.
The next moment.
The results came out.
But the results before his eyes caused Destroyer of the World to be greatly shocked.
Not only was Teng Xiyuan alive and kicking, he even seemed to be living it up. His cultivation level had also advanced by several stages.
What was most f*cking outrageous was that the celestial power further revealed to him that the jade slip had been crushed under Teng Xiyuan's foot!
"Damn it!"
Destroyer of the World let out an exasperated yell.
In his towering rage, explosive sounds reverberated through the space around him.
He would never have imagined that he would actually be toyed with by Teng Xiyuan.
It was laughable that he had placed all his hopes on him and eagerly awaited any news.
"It appears this hidden tentacle in the shadows is truly not to be underestimated!"
"To even turn Teng Xiyuan against me, what skill!"
However.
He soon calmed down.
Because compared to Teng Xiyuan, what made him feel even more solemn was that with things having developed to this point, he had already lost control of the bigger picture.
Not a single thing had gone according to his plans.
But.
These were not his own intentions either, but information vaguely revealed to him through the celestial bodies by that being behind the scenes.
If it was just his own schemes going awry, that would be one thing.
But how could there possibly be mistakes with the plans of that exalted one behind the scenes?
"I'm afraid I'll need to communicate with that esteemed one again."
"I wonder what important information I'll be told this time."
Destroyer of the World contacted the celestial bodies again.
But this time, unlike before, he knelt on the ground with his head raised to the sky, prostrating himself.
As he spoke sonorously, his complexion visibly paled at a rate discernible to the naked eye.
Just then.
An anomaly occurred in the celestial bodies above.
The celestial bodies condensed and slowly took the shape of changeable numbers above Destroyer of the World's head.
"Are these the numbers preordained by heaven?"
"That esteemed one is telling me anew the numbers of those preordained by heaven."
"But even if one has died and they are now beyond my control, shouldn't the number still be 233?"
"There's no need to relay this information again, is there?"
Destroyer of the World muttered while looking up at the numbers in the sky.
As time passed.
The numbers kept changing.
Soon, it broke 100.
150, 200, 250, 300...
It seemed the celestial bodies were indeed telling him the numbers preordained by heaven anew.
A disappointed look came over Destroyer of the World's face.
He had thought that esteemed one would give him a crucial clue for finding that hidden tentacle. He didn't expect it to be the rather meaningless numbers preordained by heaven.
After all, to him right now, these numbers were no longer key.
Apart from Fang Xiaotian, there were no other anomalies among those preordained by heaven. Repeating these numbers now was redundant.
Finally.
The number exceeded 233.
Just when Destroyer of the World thought it would stop, that number actually kept rising.
In the blink of an eye, it reached 234.
"Hm?"
"Could Teng Xiyuan also be counted now?" Destroyer of the World guessed this way.
But beyond his expectations, the number astonishingly continued to change. It didn't just exceed 234 people, but in the space of a breath, burst past 300 people!
Destroyer of the World, who had just been taking things lightly, was struck dumb.
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