Chapter 663
Chapter 663
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 663
>Chapter Title: Fengdu
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“Senior Brother Li? Are you really Senior Brother Li? Senior Brother Li, are you here to save me?”
Seeing Li Huowang appear before him, Yang Kid seemed to have found his pillar of strength. He rushed over and spilled out everything that had just happened like beans from a bag.
Once Yang Kid finished speaking, he saw Senior Brother Li sizing him up. That gaze felt a bit off to him.
“Come with me.” Li Huowang said before ignoring Yang Kid and striding quickly toward the west.
Yang Kid felt a bit hesitant deep down, but thinking back to how Senior Brother Li had just saved his life from that freak, he figured there was no way he’d harm him. So he hurriedly followed along.
However, he didn’t notice that Lv Juren, who had been pierced through by the mourning stick behind them, struggled to crawl back up.
The two walked one behind the other through the darkness. With Li Huowang leading the way, Yang Kid suddenly felt much more at ease.
“Senior Brother Li, where is this place?”
“Where is this? This is the very bottom of Qingqiu—Fengdu.”
“Fengdu? Right, Senior Brother Li, my wife came down here too. Can you help me find her?”
“You’ve got a wife already? Sure.” Li Huowang nodded in reply, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.
“Senior Brother Li, thank you so much!” Hearing that Senior Brother Li would really help him rescue Zhao Xiumei, Yang Kid thanked him excitedly.
“We’re fellow disciples—what’s with all the politeness? Quietly follow along. We’re almost there.”
The two kept walking, covering about the length of one incense stick’s burn time. The ground began to grow uneven.
Some spots bulged upward with massive pillars stabbing into the darkness overhead, while others caved in, collapsing into pitch-black craters. Everything around them turned utterly eerie and oppressive.
Faint green candlelight flickered within the craters. Some of those freaks from before were dragging their bundles of mourning sticks toward the craters and leaping in.
Hiding behind a massive pillar and witnessing this, Yang Kid sensed something was wrong. “S-Senior Brother Li, this doesn’t look like the way out.”
“This is your way out. Do you know what these craters are? And those mounds on the surface, one after another? Do you know what they are?” Li Huowang pointed at everything before them as he spoke.
Without waiting for Yang Kid to answer, Li Huowang answered himself. “These are actually Kuilong, the Sisi who governs death. As for why it’s lying here without moving, well, of course it’s because it’s the Sisi of death, so naturally it’s dead! Hahaha!”
After saying this, Li Huowang found his own words hilariously funny. He doubled over, clutching his stomach in laughter until tears nearly streamed from his eyes.
“Senior Brother Li, what are you even saying? I don’t understand any of it.” Yang Kid started to panic.
“Still don’t get it? Truth is, you fell to your death a long time ago. You’re already dead. And since you’re dead, you fall under Kuilong’s domain. Why don’t you hurry up and merge with it? I came all this way just to send you off.”
Hearing this, Yang Kid’s body went limp, collapsing straight to the ground. “I’m dead? I’m really dead?”
After pinching himself and seeing no blood, he broke down completely, sobbing loudly. “I haven’t even seen my parents yet! I can’t die! I want to live! I don’t want to die!”
Just as Yang Kid’s cries reached their most desperate peak, Li Huowang suddenly clapped his hands in front of him and laughed triumphantly. “Hahaha! You got fooled by me! You’re not dead at all! Your Ten Emotions and Eight Sufferings haven’t even dispersed yet.”
As he laughed, the face on his head shifted from Li Huowang to Red, then back to Li Huowang.
Yang Kid’s midway sobs cut off abruptly as he stared blankly at Senior Brother Li before him, unsure what to say.
“Let’s go. I’ll get you out.” Li Huowang extended a hand to the other with a smile on his face, trying to pull him up.
Yang Kid hesitated, unsure whether to take the outstretched hand. He felt like the Senior Brother Li in front of him had become a bit strange. “Senior Brother Li, you’re not fooling me again, are you? This isn’t the time for games.”
“Hahaha, relax, I know my limits. That was just me teasing you.” Li Huowang pulled him up from the ground with a hand and started heading back.
They hadn’t gone far when they came face-to-face with Lv Juren approaching from the opposite direction. Seeing the two, Lv Juren asked in a dazed manner, “Little Daoist? You’re Yang Kid, right? What are you doing here?”
“Uncle Juren, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t we just see each other?” Yang Kid looked utterly baffled.
“We just saw each other?” Lv Juren stared at Yang Kid like a stranger, standing in place as he began pondering once more.
“Enough, don’t waste words on him. Lv Juren’s Ten Emotions and Eight Sufferings, three souls, and seven po have all scattered. All that’s left on him now is deathly aura—he’s part of Kuilong. He’ll just endlessly repeat snippets of moments from his life over and over. He doesn’t know what happened before or what’s happening now.”
Hearing this, Yang Kid looked at Lv Juren with pity. “Then Senior Brother Li, why’d he end up like this? Is Lv Juren dead?”
“How should I know.” Li Huowang said as he continued walking forward.
Yang Kid hesitated and glanced back at Lv Juren in place before hurrying to catch up. This time, Lv Juren didn’t follow, just standing there lost in thought.
In the pitch blackness, Yang Kid followed Li Huowang onward. This time, they were heading upward.
Just as Yang Kid thought they might make it out smoothly, a violent rumbling shook everything. Cracking sounds echoed from both above and below.
Li Huowang’s brow furrowed as he whipped around to look at the previous craters and pillars. Seeing the massive crater there gradually shrinking, he cursed under his breath—here it comes again.
“Senior Brother Li? What’s here again?” Yang Kid asked nervously.
“Evil beings—evil from elsewhere. Seems someone wants to bring Kuilong back to life! Let’s move quick, or we’ll get caught in the crossfire!”
With that, Li Huowang grabbed Yang Kid and picked up their pace.
“Senior Brother Li, what happens if this Kuilong comes back to life?”
“Kuilong is the Sisi who governs death. What do you think happens if it revives?”
As they talked, the tremors grew more intense. Soon after, Yang Kid heard the sound of surging waves crashing in this pitch-black underground.
“They’re here! We’ll go above!” Li Huowang stomped the ground with both feet, hauling Yang Kid up onto the ceiling rock layer.
Hanging upside down, Yang Kid was dragged along by Li Huowang in a mad dash. Even inverted, neither showed any sign of falling.
Soon, Yang Kid spotted massive swaths of dark seawater surging up from below. The water’s color was bizarre, like the dull rainbow of rot—faded hues of seven colors.
This strange seawater surged toward the previous crater site. Misty vapors rose from it, making Yang Kid feel like his body was melting.
He was melting like a lit candle turning to wax, dripping steadily into it.