Chapter 380
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Chapter 380: The Arrival of the Celestial Sovereign
The silver ring in the air shrank into a black dot with no size or thickness, then expanded again to its original form, and Yan Mo’s head had already fallen from his black body.
There was no blood, no warmth, as if the figure suspended before him was merely a clay statue, never having possessed life.
In mid-air, the Emperor of Fengdu lightly curled his fingers, and three rings gracefully flew back into his palm, then encircled the rotating silver sphere, all the silver rings returning to it, revolving in a mysterious trajectory.
He turned his palm over, and the silver sphere vanished from sight.
The Emperor of Fengdu slowly stood up from the divine throne, stepping down from the air onto the palace floor, his black imperial robe gently swaying with his steps as he walked toward the center of the hall.
His gaze calmly swept over Lin Qiye and the other three, his expression revealing no hint of joy or anger, as if all emotions had departed from him, leaving only a faint imperial pressure and absolute tranquility.
Suddenly, he stopped in the center of the hall.
The Emperor of Fengdu seemed to sense something, turned his head toward the direction of the palace door, slowly turned around, and respectfully bowed to the void ahead.
The Director of the Underworld, I have met the Primordial Heavenly Venerable.
Lin Qiye and the others were momentarily taken aback, simultaneously turning to look at the empty palace door.
They saw a figure in a coarse Daoist robe slowly materializing from the void, hair tied up with a hairpin, eyes sparkling like stars. He had his hands clasped behind his back, walking forward with a smile, saying:
Should I call you the Emperor of Fengdu, or… Li Deyang?
The Emperor of Fengdu’s body trembled imperceptibly, but his expression remained unchanged as he replied: The Night Watchman Li Deyang is dead; I am the Director of the Underworld under the Daoist Lord, the Emperor of Fengdu of the Northern Yin.
The Daoist approached him, his deep-set eyes gazing at the Emperor of Fengdu for a moment before he chuckled lightly and waved his sleeve, saying:
Whether you are the Emperor of Fengdu or Li Deyang, in any case… welcome back.
The Emperor of Fengdu bowed deeply, then raised his head and hesitated for a moment before asking:
Has the Primordial Heavenly Venerable come here because you are worried I cannot defeat that Yan Mo projection?
The Daoist was taken aback and smiled helplessly: After a hundred years, it seems your temperament has become even more straightforward than before… Indeed, I thought that since you had just awakened your memories, even if you inherited part of the original Emperor of Fengdu’s power, you might not necessarily be able to defeat that outer god. It seems I was overthinking it.
Fortunately, the Dao Wheel of Reincarnation is here, which gives you a slight edge. The Emperor of Fengdu stated truthfully.
Our Great Xia ranks second among the law artifacts, suppressing a mere outer god projection is naturally not a problem. What I didn’t expect was that you could use it right after awakening from reincarnation… It seems your reincarnated body is also exceptionally gifted.
The Daoist smiled, shifting his gaze away from the Emperor of Fengdu and finally landing on Lin Qiye and the other three.
Seeing the Daoist’s gaze sweep over, the four instantly tensed up. From the Emperor of Fengdu’s words, it was clear that this seemingly ordinary Daoist was, in fact, one of the three Heavenly Venerables of Daoism, the rumored Primordial Heavenly Venerable standing before them, leaving them somewhat at a loss.
Lin Qiye had already seen the Primordial Heavenly Venerable when he awakened from his self-world, though at that time he did not know the other’s identity. Now seeing this Daoist again, he was naturally immensely shocked.
Night Watchman Lin Qiye, pays respects to the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. Lin Qiye took a deep breath and bowed respectfully.
The three behind him did the same.
The Daoist looked at Lin Qiye, a slight smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: You have improved quite a bit since I last saw you… You have already embarked on this path.
He reached out and gently patted Lin Qiye on the head, then withdrew his hand into his sleeve.
Walk this path well; in the Heavenly Court, someone is waiting for you… waiting for the day you fight side by side.
Lin Qiye was momentarily stunned upon hearing this, confusion flickering in his eyes.
The Heavenly Court?
Someone is waiting for him?
Who could it be?
As Lin Qiye hesitated, contemplating whether to ask further, the Daoist’s gaze shifted to the other three.
Suddenly, his figure paused slightly.
He focused on Bai Li Pangpang, who was almost bowing down to the ground while making a deep bow, his brow furrowing slightly. His eyes first showed surprise, then confusion, and finally, as if he understood something, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Little Fatty, lift your head. The Daoist spoke calmly.
Bai Li Pangpang’s sturdy body trembled, straightening up, his gaze meeting the Daoist’s deep eyes. He couldn’t help but swallow hard, excitement shining in his eyes as he tentatively asked:
Heavenly Venerable… are you going to take me as your disciple? I always thought my talent was quite good…
The Daoist fell silent.
He scrutinized Bai Li Pangpang for a moment, shook his head, and said: No, I will not take you as my disciple. Like that kid, you have your own path…
Bai Li Pangpang sighed in disappointment.
However, I can give you something. The Daoist suddenly spoke, reaching into his wide sleeve and pulling out a jade Ruyi.
He flicked his finger lightly, and the jade Ruyi transformed into a white light, directly entering Bai Li Pangpang’s belly, disappearing without a trace.
Bai Li Pangpang looked down at his belly in shock, reaching out to touch it, seemingly finding no change. As if recalling something, he lifted his head with a hint of a whimper in his voice and said:
Heavenly Venerable… you didn’t just give me a child, did you? I’m still young, I… my dad will kill me!
Upon hearing this, the corner of the Daoist’s mouth twitched slightly, directly ignoring Bai Li Pangpang’s words. With a gentle flick of his sleeve, Bai Li Pangpang’s cries abruptly ceased, as if his voice had been muted.
His gaze swept over Cao Yuan and Jia Lan, pausing on their faces for a moment, nodding slightly.
The matters of Fengdu must not be disclosed.
Hearing this, the others were first taken aback, then nodded solemnly.
The Daoist raised his sleeve again, and just as he was about to wave it, the Emperor of Fengdu suddenly spoke:
Heavenly Venerable, please wait!
The Daoist’s movement halted in mid-air.
The Emperor of Fengdu stepped in front of Lin Qiye, his usually dignified and calm face rarely showing a hint of conflict. After pondering for a moment, he slowly spoke:
Lin Qiye, when you return to see Tingting and my old man, remember to tell them… I am dead. The Emperor of Fengdu paused and added: I died in battle.
Lin Qiye was taken aback, gazing at the familiar face of the Emperor of Fengdu. After a long while, he slowly nodded.
Also, please convey my message to Chen Han. After I am gone, the 332nd squad will be handed over to him… Those collectibles in my office cabinet, let him use them for me.
I understand, don’t worry.
The Emperor of Fengdu nodded slightly and turned to look at the Daoist.
The Daoist extended his sleeve again and waved it. In an instant, a flash of white light passed, and the figures of Lin Qiye and the others vanished without a trace.
In the empty hall, only the Daoist and the Emperor of Fengdu remained.
The Daoist turned to look at the silent Emperor of Fengdu and sighed helplessly: You, since you care, why not go back and say goodbye to them?
The Emperor of Fengdu raised his head, gazing through the slightly ajar palace door at the sprawling ghost city, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
I fear that after saying goodbye… I won’t be able to return.
