Chapter 1236: Underwater Palace
Nether King Zheng He lived 200,000 years ago, older than all the current human big shots. His status was comparable to Aquamoon Deity.
He created the Yin World as a place to imprison evildoers from the human race. However, his unexpected disappearance brought chaos and changed its nature.
“Is this Senior Zheng He’s resting place?” Feiyun asked.
“Who cares, his bowl is here though, and it’s mine.” The turtle rubbed its paws before growing to become as big as the bowl. Complicated runes and auras oozed out as it spewed out flames to refine the bowl.
Its form was due to witchcraft. After listening to the flute saint’s dao and refining fire essences, the curse weakened. Its power returned to the fourth level of Heaven’s Emergence.
“Whoosh!” A saint ray from the bowl sent it flying.
“Fuck, what’s going on? Does it have a spirit already?” It got up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Feiyun noticed something - the turtle’s shell had a mysterious power and automatically prevented the blood from harming it.
As for the bowl, it rotated fast enough to form a maelstrom, lifting the turtle before slamming it against the ground.
“Its spirit is this strong already?” The turtle kept a distance this time.
The bowl didn’t pursue any further and calmed down.
Feiyun came closer and took a look at its patterns and runes. Suddenly, a monstrous and lightning-fast attack came from behind.
Feiyun felt a chill coursing down his spine as he turned around to swing his blade.
Sure enough, it struck a cauldron. The impact pushed him back.
“Bam!” He had one knee on the ground as he looked up and saw Thirteenth Prince.
“A dragon prince resorting to a sneak attack?” He said.
“A half-demon has no rights.” Thirteenth picked up his cauldron and said.
“Whoosh!” Feiyun performed a vertical slash with both hands, temporarily splitting the blood river and striking the cauldron.
“Rumble!” Deafening clanks came from the impact.
“You are seriously wounded now, saint power is invading your body and destroying your dao foundation. You are finished.” Thirteenth sneered.
The cauldron issued a dragon roar and the carving came back to life. Its power erupted as an ethereal dragon pushed back the blade and pierced Feiyun’s chest before returning to the cauldron.
Feiyun could sense his inner core heavily damaged. The cauldron’s power surged wildly within him and destroyed his dao laws.
Feiyun utilized the blood of the grand saint, the mud ears, and his azure vessel. They protected his brain, heart, and inner core respectively. As long as these places were unharmed, he would be fine.
He stood still like a statue.
“Your mother was a traitor and you are a disgrace to our race, a wretched half-demon. Your defeat today is the biggest proof of your inferiority.” Thirteenth said.
He wasn’t in a rush to kill the injured combatant. His attention turned toward the bowl and said: “A pseudo saint vessel, mine.”
He was at the eighth level with more than five thousand dao laws of the dragon affinity. They were stronger than other laws and attempted to suppress the spirit of the bowl.
“Keke.” An unpleasant and malicious laughter came from the bowl.
Thirteenth immediately retreated and saw a pulverized hand reaching out of the bowl. He immediately prepared his cauldron defensively.
“So this thing was messing it up, the nether king is alive?” The turtle immediately picked Feiyun up and ran away.
Thirteenth wanted to give chase but the bloody hand grabbed his arm, wanting to pull him into the bowl.
He decisively severed the arm and turned into an ancestral dragon to escape. He knew that getting caught meant dying to this unknown creature.
After running for a while, he lost sight of the turtle and Feiyun.
“Damn it, how can a turtle be so fast?” He found this humiliating.
He glanced at his gruesome shoulder and channeled draconic energy, growing a new arm.
***
The turtle’s legs turned into two fire wheels as it carried Feiyun away. They made it to an underwater palace before Feiyun was dropped down.
Feiyun meditated and spent his time wisely, removing the remnant saint energy. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
This temple was black from top to bottom with two beast statues at the entrance. The plaque had rotted so the name was unknown.
To the center of the palace were two azure statues. They depicted two women - one had a bow and the other carried an arrow. They had soft features in tune with the heavenly dao, looking elegant like gods.
“Sacred Ancestors, I finally found you. Alas, in this broken state.” The turtle ran over and prostrated repeatedly with tears in its eyes.
Feiyun finished removing the invasive energy, adding one dao law for a total of 83.
He got up and saw the prostrating turtle, feeling rather surprised. He looked at the statues, seeing that they were beautiful and holy.
“Who are they?” He asked.
“Two Sacred Ancestors of Grave Palace, the ancestors of the Ji sisters. I came to this place previously to find them but from from the looks of it, they had fallen.” The turtle said.
The Yang Soul Holy Embryos were special existences with long lifespans. Six thousand years to them were equivalent to fourteen human years.
The two girls have lived for ten thousand years and could only be considered teenagers. Another one hundred thousand years would be their prime. Keep in mind that even saints didn’t live this long. They would also turn to statues after dying.
Feiyun prostrated and thought about the Ji sisters again. With their help, he would reach the saint realm with more certainty.
With that, he opened the passage to his kingdom and sent a message. Although he couldn’t enter the kingdom while in this special dimension, those inside could still come out.
The Ji sisters appeared, still looking the same as before. However, their cultivation was much stronger now.
Ji Xinnu was gorgeous and tall, looking to be on the same level as Xuanyuan Yiyi or Jiutian Yanyu.
Ji Xiaonu matured considerably, no longer arguing with Feiyun at first sight. Her eyes focused on the two statues.
Chapter 1236: Underwater Palace
Nether King Zheng He lived 200,000 years ago, older than all the current human big shots. His status was comparable to Aquamoon Deity.
He created the Yin World as a place to imprison evildoers from the human race. However, his unexpected disappearance brought chaos and changed its nature.
“Is this Senior Zheng He’s resting place?” Feiyun asked.
“Who cares, his bowl is here though, and it’s mine.” The turtle rubbed its paws before growing to become as big as the bowl. Complicated runes and auras oozed out as it spewed out flames to refine the bowl.
Its form was due to witchcraft. After listening to the flute saint’s dao and refining fire essences, the curse weakened. Its power returned to the fourth level of Heaven’s Emergence.
“Whoosh!” A saint ray from the bowl sent it flying.
“Fuck, what’s going on? Does it have a spirit already?” It got up and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Feiyun noticed something - the turtle’s shell had a mysterious power and automatically prevented the blood from harming it.
As for the bowl, it rotated fast enough to form a maelstrom, lifting the turtle before slamming it against the ground.
“Its spirit is this strong already?” The turtle kept a distance this time.
The bowl didn’t pursue any further and calmed down.
Feiyun came closer and took a look at its patterns and runes. Suddenly, a monstrous and lightning-fast attack came from behind.
Feiyun felt a chill coursing down his spine as he turned around to swing his blade.
Sure enough, it struck a cauldron. The impact pushed him back.
“Bam!” He had one knee on the ground as he looked up and saw Thirteenth Prince.
“A dragon prince resorting to a sneak attack?” He said.
“A half-demon has no rights.” Thirteenth picked up his cauldron and said.
“Whoosh!” Feiyun performed a vertical slash with both hands, temporarily splitting the blood river and striking the cauldron.
“Rumble!” Deafening clanks came from the impact.
“You are seriously wounded now, saint power is invading your body and destroying your dao foundation. You are finished.” Thirteenth sneered.
The cauldron issued a dragon roar and the carving came back to life. Its power erupted as an ethereal dragon pushed back the blade and pierced Feiyun’s chest before returning to the cauldron.
Feiyun could sense his inner core heavily damaged. The cauldron’s power surged wildly within him and destroyed his dao laws.
Feiyun utilized the blood of the grand saint, the mud ears, and his azure vessel. They protected his brain, heart, and inner core respectively. As long as these places were unharmed, he would be fine.
He stood still like a statue.
“Your mother was a traitor and you are a disgrace to our race, a wretched half-demon. Your defeat today is the biggest proof of your inferiority.” Thirteenth said.
He wasn’t in a rush to kill the injured combatant. His attention turned toward the bowl and said: “A pseudo saint vessel, mine.”
He was at the eighth level with more than five thousand dao laws of the dragon affinity. They were stronger than other laws and attempted to suppress the spirit of the bowl.
“Keke.” An unpleasant and malicious laughter came from the bowl.
Thirteenth immediately retreated and saw a pulverized hand reaching out of the bowl. He immediately prepared his cauldron defensively.
“So this thing was messing it up, the nether king is alive?” The turtle immediately picked Feiyun up and ran away.
Thirteenth wanted to give chase but the bloody hand grabbed his arm, wanting to pull him into the bowl.
He decisively severed the arm and turned into an ancestral dragon to escape. He knew that getting caught meant dying to this unknown creature.
After running for a while, he lost sight of the turtle and Feiyun.
“Damn it, how can a turtle be so fast?” He found this humiliating.
He glanced at his gruesome shoulder and channeled draconic energy, growing a new arm.
***
The turtle’s legs turned into two fire wheels as it carried Feiyun away. They made it to an underwater palace before Feiyun was dropped down.
Feiyun meditated and spent his time wisely, removing the remnant saint energy. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
This temple was black from top to bottom with two beast statues at the entrance. The plaque had rotted so the name was unknown.
To the center of the palace were two azure statues. They depicted two women - one had a bow and the other carried an arrow. They had soft features in tune with the heavenly dao, looking elegant like gods.
“Sacred Ancestors, I finally found you. Alas, in this broken state.” The turtle ran over and prostrated repeatedly with tears in its eyes.
Feiyun finished removing the invasive energy, adding one dao law for a total of 83.
He got up and saw the prostrating turtle, feeling rather surprised. He looked at the statues, seeing that they were beautiful and holy.
“Who are they?” He asked.
“Two Sacred Ancestors of Grave Palace, the ancestors of the Ji sisters. I came to this place previously to find them but from from the looks of it, they had fallen.” The turtle said.
The Yang Soul Holy Embryos were special existences with long lifespans. Six thousand years to them were equivalent to fourteen human years.
The two girls have lived for ten thousand years and could only be considered teenagers. Another one hundred thousand years would be their prime. Keep in mind that even saints didn’t live this long. They would also turn to statues after dying.
Feiyun prostrated and thought about the Ji sisters again. With their help, he would reach the saint realm with more certainty.
With that, he opened the passage to his kingdom and sent a message. Although he couldn’t enter the kingdom while in this special dimension, those inside could still come out.
The Ji sisters appeared, still looking the same as before. However, their cultivation was much stronger now.
Ji Xinnu was gorgeous and tall, looking to be on the same level as Xuanyuan Yiyi or Jiutian Yanyu.
Ji Xiaonu matured considerably, no longer arguing with Feiyun at first sight. Her eyes focused on the two statues.