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Chapter 1039: Chapter 83: Where Is the Path to Immortality in This World? (45)

Almost at the moment Xiao Shengmo’s gaze turned towards Long Xiruo, the eyes of Ghost Baby and Gui Qianyi also became a bit colder.

Gui Qianyi turned the handle of his cane slightly.

Xiao Shengmo said calmly at this time, “I heard that Lord Long had arrived early, but despite several visits from various clans, Lord Long avoided meeting them… At first, everyone just thought it was because Lord Long preferred peace and quiet, after all, Lord Long has always been like this. However, can I now assume that something happened to Lord Long which prevented you from revealing your presence to the public?”

A very soft voice.

Gui Qianyi said calmly at this time, “Does Lord Long need to explain to you the reason for meeting or not meeting people? Xiao Shengmo, have you been the Ghost King for so long in these few hundred years that you’ve forgotten who provided the resting place under Fengdu Ghost City?”

Xiao Shengmo smiled slightly, “I naturally remember… Therefore, I won’t speak of this to others, you can rest assured, Old Turtle. Ah, these peaceful days, they are truly easy to indulge in. I have always been accustomed to leisure and hence do not really enjoy sudden chaos.”

Gui Qianyi frowned slightly and glanced at Long Xiruo.

Long Xiruo nodded slightly at this time, and only then did Gui Qianyi say, “Ghost Baby, come back.”

The Ghost Baby, who was dual-wielding daggers, tossed the daggers in the air. After spinning in midair, they disappeared. The Ghost Baby retreated, but his gaze never left Xiao Shengmo for a moment.

Xiao Shengmo seemed genuinely unconcerned about Long Xiruo’s current condition as he said directly, “Just now I heard Lord Long say that this place is Penglai… Is that true?”

Long Xiruo said calmly, “This is just a place that somewhat matches the memories inherited from the previous true dragon, so I can’t be sure if it really is. I’ve never personally been here, so how would I know?”

Xiao Shengmo was silent for a moment and then asked, “So… what is the matter with the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation?”

“Xiao City Lord, don’t you think your questions are too many?” Gui Qianyi interjected unexpectedly.

Xiao Shengmo was not bothered at all, instead he said earnestly, “Although I am just a reclusive person, I am ultimately a part of China. The catastrophe decades ago is still fresh in my memory. If the Clothed Daoist repeats the same mistakes, how can I sit idly by? Fengdu City is already crowded with spirits; if more people are added, I’m afraid this Ghost City will have to be moved elsewhere… I think Lord Long wouldn’t want to see that either, would you?”

Gui Qianyi laughed, “The management of Xiao City Lord is commendable; you’ve organized Fengdu Ghost City extremely well. Even if the population increases, I believe with Xiao City Lord’s talent, you’ll arrange it properly.”

Xiao Shengmo said calmly, “Does Old Turtle know how many solitary spirits unable to reincarnate have Fengdu Ghost City accommodated since the netherworld has been closed?”

Gui Qianyi was taken aback.

Long Xiruo frowned at this time, “Has it already gotten so severe?”

Xiao Shengmo said, “I don’t wish to see a true outburst of ghostly aura… At that time, I’m afraid even if the entire Management Bureau is mobilized, it won’t be adequately handled even if the Dao and Demon Realms manage it together.”

Long Xiruo was silent for a moment, and then asked in a deep voice, “Xiao Shengmo, what do you want?”

The City Lord Xiao said wistfully, “If this is truly Penglai, I just hope to find a way for souls to reincarnate. Even if not, at least find some information about the netherworld…”

“I cannot ensure that this is the real Penglai.” Long Xiruo said seriously at this time, “Even if it is, I can’t promise you anything… but undeniably, I indeed need your help right now. Gui Qianyi, share the intelligence with City Lord Xiao.”

Gui Qianyi immediately explained the situation with the Tianxin Seventy-First Generation to Xiao Shengmo.

After understanding the general situation, Xiao Shengmo was silent for a while before he said, “If the Spiritual Energy Awakening occurs, it may indeed be a way to solve the overcrowding of ghosts…”

Xiao Shengmo looked at everyone’s expressions, shook his head, and said, “But what I want is the Dao of Samsara for reincarnation; I don’t care about the resurgence of spiritual energy.”

Long Xiruo said, “Xiao Shengmo, whether or not you find the Dao of Samsara in Penglai, I also promise you that after this, I will help you expand Fengdu Ghost City. If it truly reaches the point of overcrowding with ghosts, I cannot sit idly by either.”

“In that case, I thank Lord Long.” Xiao Shengmo bowed, showing no sign of insincerity.

Seeing Xiao Shengmo, Long Xiruo, and Gui Qianyi discussing matters, Luo Pianqian quietly approached Ghost Baby—she could only come to Ghost Baby’s side, who couldn’t contribute to the conversation.

“Mr. Ghost Baby, this City Lord Xiao seems to be a good person, right?” The little butterfly blinked and said softly.

Ghost Baby glanced at Luo Pianqian nonchalantly, snorted lightly, and then walked away.

Could it be that she said something wrong again?

Luo Pianqian Σ(°△°|||)︴.

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For Long Xiruo, letting Xiao Shengmo know of her current situation was indeed somewhat unexpected and posed unpredictable risks. But no matter what, in the current circumstances, Xiao Shengmo is considered an invaluable ally.

Of course, it wasn’t easy to believe in Xiao Shengmo’s words—therefore, Long Xiruo didn’t reveal that she could still create avatars.

But considering the current situation, at least Xiao Shengmo seems more reasonable than some unscrupulous merchants.

Perhaps… it’s just because certain principles of Xiao Shengmo align with mine?

Same camp, different camp… Long Xiruo smiled bitterly to herself, everyone has moments when they aren’t honest and refuse to compromise.

“Head towards that great mountain.” Long Xiruo pointed to the mountain at this time.

This was a prominent scene in her inherited memories… Additionally, some other extremely ancient memories began to emerge.

Things that had been buried deep in the inheritance since she inherited everything from the previous true dragon, things that were not easily touched. However, upon arriving here, they started to rise from the deepest layer.

—”Cell activity is good… put it into the cultivation tank…”

—”The agitation continues, it seems to be related to the beast nature… try to remove a group of No. 7 material gene chains…”

—”Experimental subject number 009, current status is stable…”

Certain voices… and certain images.

An involuntary shiver.

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The sound of wailing lasted for who knows how long before it finally stopped.

During the whole process, Zi Xing was watching the twisted expression of the child on the altar—the mysterious person with the bronze mask extracted seven clusters of light from the child.

One of the orbs was directly sent into the soil above by this mysterious figure, and it finally disappeared from sight. As for the remaining six orbs, they hovered around the long-haired child—who, looking like a terminally ill patient, had now fallen into unconsciousness and was quietly sleeping on the altar.

A large amount of pure spiritual energy continued to escape from those remaining six orbs, allowing Zi Xing to regain some strength—her demonic power had been continually absorbed by the crystal.

Of course, while this spiritual energy could restore some of her strength, it couldn’t fully revive the life force that was being continuously extracted.

The young master of the Greedy Wolf Clan, his head full of long hair had now turned white, appearing feeble and listless.

At this moment, the Bronze Masked Man sat cross-legged on the altar, raising his hand slightly.

From beneath the altar, one of the two men who had fainted, the younger one, started to float gently upwards, eventually drifting into the altar.

The mysterious figure waved a hand, causing the young man’s shirt to instantly disintegrate, revealing a golden, glittering incantation on his back.

“Emperor’s Decree?” Zi Xing squinted hard, shocked, “Could this be the lucky person who obtained the Emperor’s Decree?”

“This person is a disciple of the restive Taoist, though he is quite extraordinary, with opportunities beyond the ordinary.” The Bronze Masked Man slowly began to speak, “At first, I merely intended for someone to discover the decree and bring it out, but I did not expect the decree to merge into this person’s body upon encountering him—this truly caught me off guard.”

Zi Xing incredulously said, “The Emperor’s Decree that both Dao and Demon Realms have fought over so fiercely, yet you, having obtained it early, simply released it… to seize this opportunity to capture both Dao and demons trapped here?”

“Indeed, it is the Emperor’s Decree, but it’s not the Taishan God’s Daoist inheritance you think it is,” the Bronze Masked Man said nonchalantly, “Its real purpose is simply to summon Mount Tai’s Deity.”

“Dongyue the Great Emperor, Mount Tai’s Deity…” Zi Xing gasped, “Are you planning to use the Dao monsters here as sacrifices to summon Mount Tai’s God?”

Gods and immortals have already vanished from China, and one can only catch a glimpse of them through ancient legends… In a world where the path of immortality is severed, what would the appearance of a god mean?

“Worthy of being the Young Master of Greedy Wolf Clan, serving as the clan’s priestess.” The Bronze Masked Man seemed to smile slightly, “Your guesses are almost on point… However, the decree is sufficient to summon Mount Tai’s God; no sacrifices are needed. Most of the life force here, I have another use for it.”

“Most…” Zi Xing frowned slightly.

“A small portion will be used for other purposes.” The Bronze Masked Man stood up, joining his hands together.

In an instant, the entire altar trembled—the altar itself began to crack, with something slowly emerging from within!

It turned out to be a crystal coffin made of crystal stone!

The crystal coffin stood upright, completely emerging from within the altar—and vaguely, Zi Xing saw a silhouette hidden within the transparent crystal coffin.

The Bronze Masked Man silently gazed at the indistinct figure within this coffin, murmuring, “Very soon… soon you’ll be back, you’ll resurrect, you’ll witness an era of spiritual energy… an era that belongs to us.”

Upon hearing this, a thunderbolt seemed to strike in Zi Xing’s mind, leaving her shuddering, exclaiming, “Mount Tai’s Deity… the master of Yin and Yang, reversing life and death… Resurrection… Life. Could it be…”

She suddenly looked toward that altar, trembling, “The Taishan Prefecture Lord’s sacrifice… who exactly is this person you want to bring back?!”

The Bronze Masked Man slowly turned around, his gaze seeming to penetrate the layers of crystal columns, directly fixing on Zi Xing, “Heart of Heaven, Seventieth Generation.”

Zi Xing’s face turned pale with shock… She was well aware of the matter concerning the Heart of Heaven Seventieth Generation. Even though she had not yet assumed the position of Young Master of the Greedy Wolf Clan at that time, many elders within the clan had spoken of this matter!

That Heart of Heaven Seventieth Generation, who single-handedly eradicated the Dragon Fiend, ultimately sparing China from a catastrophe…

“Resurrection of the deceased…” Zi Xing lowered her head slowly.

In this moment, what rose in her mind was the scene within a snow-covered cave many years ago… that warmth from the blood.

The small figure that had dug its heart out for her.

Brother…

Seeing that Zi Xing seemed to have fallen into some strange state, the Bronze Masked Man paid no special attention, simply glancing casually before dismissing it—trapped within the crystal, the other party was unable to escape.

Instead, he focused on the young man floating mid-air—Zhan.

“Since the decree has merged into your body, at least it proves you’ll make a good vessel.” He said slowly, “Becoming the vessel is also a kind of opportunity. If you can endure, your future will be bright. In the coming era of spiritual energy resurgence, you might become a leader among the younger generation. But whether you can survive, depends on your luck.”

At that moment, the decree on Zhan’s back shone ever brightly.

In this vast space, an aura of supreme majesty slowly emanated from Zhan’s body… The descent had begun!

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The candelabra in the hall suddenly lit up.

Meanwhile, a distortion appeared in the club hall, from which the maid and Da Zhe slowly emerged.

Da Zhe looked at a pitch-black sphere in his hand—roughly the size of one and a half basketballs.

Just this little bit had been extracted from the Void Primordial Demons he had slain, these so-called ‘Heteromorphic Origins’.

According to You Ye, this amount was enough to make over a hundred ordinary Black soul envoys, yet scarcely enough for one transformation akin to his… At any rate, Da Zhe didn’t fully comprehend it.

“I’ll go take a bath; is there enough time?” Da Zhe placed the sphere on the counter and asked.

You Ye smiled, “Go ahead, I’ll organize these materials.”

“Alright!”

Though the Black soul envoy’s body offered many conveniences—even if filthy all over, a thought could render it clean.

However, Da Zhe hadn’t long been a Black soul envoy, and remained accustomed to human habits—besides, bathing was indeed a great stress relief.

But it seemed his wish to bathe would have to wait—when he opened the bathroom door.

Inside sat a white-haired girl on the toilet, leaning against the wall, breathing lightly… Sleep soundly. Moreover, the white-haired girl held a bowl in her hands.

Da Zhe rubbed his chin, nonplussed, “What’s going on here…”