Chapter 186 [Alien] Pluto Emperor Urn
He was just about to use the long-lost word "Master" when he heard the Nether King say, "Who dares to hurt my disciple?"
He was extremely surprised, thinking that Dongfang Liu had recognized him and was going to protect him. So he stepped forward to get closer, but was slapped away.
“Master…”
Zuo Qianqian was completely puzzled. He propped himself up and climbed up, trying to crawl to Dongfang Liu's feet. As soon as his hand touched her dress, he was stepped on hard.
"Master... why?" His voice was hoarse and frothy with blood. He raised his head, and the familiar yet unfamiliar face was reflected in his eyes.
The Nether King lowered his eyes and looked at him. There was no warmth in his eyes, only a dark purple flame dancing. However, seeing such a person, his heart was inexplicably touched.
He leaned forward slowly, his voice so low that it seemed to come from the depths of the underworld.
"Who are you?"
Zuo Qianqian was stunned. There was no hesitation in his tone, let alone any trace of affection from an old friend.
He suddenly understood that Dongfang Liu did not recognize him, so what did he mean by what he just said?
"I'm Qianqian, named Qian as in Qianqiu Wandai. It's the name you chose, Master..."
The Nether King stood up and retracted his foot, his expression complicated and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Qianqian? I think I have an old friend named Qianqian."
Upon hearing this, Zuo Qianqian's eyes sparkled with stars, but dimmed after hearing the Nether King's next sentence.
"I have too many old friends to remember them all, but I still don't know what method you used to summon me here, and you even hurt my disciple. You are looking for death!" The King of the Underworld quickly raised his hand, and the determination in his eyes made Zuo Qianqian feel cold.
"Well, it was almost two thousand years ago. It's normal that you don't remember it, and it's normal to have new people around you, but you can't forget me. You shouldn't forget me..."
Zuo Qianqian did not expect this kind of situation. His life was saved by Dongfang Liu. If Dongfang Liu wanted this life, then let him take it. He has been alone for so many years, listening to Song Cisheng's muttering every day, and also fantasizing about seeing his master and that he would recognize him at once.
The dark flames at the fingertips of the Nether King surged and condensed into a crescent-shaped purple blade, the blade's edge aimed at Zuo Qianqian's eyebrows, only an inch away from splitting his soul in half.
But that inch couldn't be dropped.
“Master…”
Zuo Qianqian lay on his back, blood running down his forehead into his eyelashes, but he stubbornly kept his eyes wide open, engraving that cold face into his pupils.
The purple flames in the Nether King's eyes flickered, like a wick torn by the wind. Without warning, a sharp pain pierced his sea of consciousness.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and the purple blade shattered into streams of fire with a "ding" sound, dispersing into the wind. Zuo Qianqian saw that the fire was extinguished, and his eyes lit up with almost crazy hope.
Zuo Qianqian struggled to get up, staggered towards the Nether King, and hugged him around the waist. Her voice was choked with sobs but with a smile: "You remember now, right? You are Dongfang Liu, my master——"
Dongfang Liu is indeed his real name.
Before he finished speaking, an extremely cold ghost energy suddenly burst out from the body of the Nether King, knocking Zuo Qianqian back three feet.
"I said," the Nether King raised his eyes, his voice colder than the wind in the hunting grounds, "I don't remember."
But his right hand was pressed tightly against his chest, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if he was suppressing something that was about to break out of his body.
Zuo Qianqian fell to the charred ground, breaking a piece of bone on her back and causing her vision to go black due to the pain.
But he still tried his best to hold up his upper body and laughed hoarsely: "You don't remember... but you can't bear to kill me?"
The King of Hell's knuckles turned white with a crackling sound.
The fragment of the silver bell embedded in his heart vibrated with every breath Zuo Qianqian took, as if it was trying to nail the oath made two thousand years ago back into his soul.
"Shut up." He scolded in a low voice, realizing that things were not that simple. The appearance of the fox demon in front of him really made him feel distressed, but he clearly did not remember having such a disciple.
Furthermore, the other party mentioned two thousand years ago, and his memory of that time was vague. It wasn't because it was so long ago, he didn't know why, he just couldn't remember it, and...
He was seriously injured at that time. He remembered that he entered the reincarnation to recuperate, but he remembered nothing after he came back. The people under him kept silent about his affairs, so he just pretended that they didn't know.
Later, as time went by, he felt more and more that something was wrong, so he entered the cycle of reincarnation again and became a disciple of Yinyou Valley. Later, he became the master of the valley and accepted Mu Chi, Zhu Yingyan and Yang Xiaoxue as his disciples.
He remembers it very clearly.
"Master..." Mu Chi called out to the Nether King anxiously, "Come and see him, look at Xiao Jin, he..."
While the Nether King and Zuo Qianqian were arguing, he took back the immortal bone and merged it with Hua Jin, and kept trying to wake Hua Jin up, but to no avail.
"He can't wake up..."
The Nether King turned around and saw Mu Chi holding Hua Jin. He went forward to check.
"He should be trapped in this formation." He looked up, his pupils suddenly shrinking, "The Heart-Illuminating Formation..."
He didn't know why he knew about this formation. It had been deeply engraved in his heart for a long time, so long ago that he didn't know when.
"Is this the complete Heart-illuminating Formation?" He stood up and looked at Zuo Qianqian in shock. "Did you do this?"
Zuo Qianqian coughed up a mouthful of blood, but smiled like she was crying. "Yes, I did it. The Heart-Illuminating Array has 3,600 blood patterns, and not a single one is wrong. Master personally drew the sketch for me back then, and I've memorized it for two thousand years. How could I be wrong?"
The fingertips of the Nether King trembled slightly.
“Those who take care of their hearts first take care of themselves.”
Why doesn't he remember.
Mu Chi looked up, his eyes bloodshot: "Master, Xiao Jin's soul lamp is only a thread left! If we don't break the formation——"
The Nether King stared at the surging Heart-Illuminating Array. The 3,600 blood veins were wriggling like living things, interconnected with each other, without a single flaw.
He raised his hand, and a wisp of purple flame tentatively swept towards the edge of the formation. The blood pattern immediately rolled back and swallowed up his flame completely.
Zuo Qianqian leaned against the broken wall, her voice as light as the wind: "Don't waste your energy, Master. The core of the formation is not on the banner, nor on the ground vein..."
"But Hua Jin can't wake up either. He's already a soul in the banner. If no one can pull him back, he'll be dead from now on."
The Nether King pinched Zuo Qianqian's neck from a distance and asked, "How do we pull him back?"
Zuo Qianqian didn't say anything. He looked at the King of the Underworld with determination and finally closed his eyes.
"In fact, dying in your hands is the best. Have you forgotten that you have already killed me once? After death, I won't be lonely if I have little brother Hua Jin to accompany me."
Mu Chi looked down at Hua Jin.
He knew that Hua Jin would not die. Hua Jin was the incarnation of an alien species. Only the spirit pearl could kill him. But if he didn't bring Hua Jin back, he would become a living dead. What was the difference between that and being dead?
Hua Jin is his disciple, and since he is his master, he must have the responsibilities of a master.
The King of the Underworld tightened his knuckles, and Zuo Qianqian's cervical vertebrae cracked under the heavy weight, but he still closed his eyes with a relieved smile on his lips.
"Want to die?" The Nether King let go of his hand. He would not kill Zuo Qianqian until he figured out the truth.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the sky. For a few days, they looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw soul-eating evil ghosts killing people. Those people were running towards them, but they were all dead.
The King of the Underworld suddenly waved his hand, and all thirty-six soul-devouring evil ghosts disappeared. Then a group of people wearing Hidden Valley costumes came flying with swords.
"Valley Master!"
It was Zhu Yingyan who called for reinforcements.
"Old...Old Valley Master?!"
There were ten people in total.
The King of the Underworld pointed at two people to stay, and the rest went to see how the mortals were doing.
"Old Valley Master, Valley Master," Elder Linglong took out the Pre-Chen Mirror, "Elder Zhu asked me to bring it—"
Before he could finish his words, the Nether King took the Mirror of the Past without saying a word. He teleported to Zuo Qianqian's side, bent down to take the blood, and then dripped his own blood.
The mirror light exploded into incandescence——
The King of the Underworld only felt that the fragment of the silver bell in his heart suddenly burst, and a hot and sharp torrent poured in from the crack, suddenly breaking open the layers of dark gates.
After a long pause, a strange rune appeared on his forehead. Mu Chi stared at it in a daze. He recognized this rune. It was the shackles that would be put on people who violated the laws of heaven.
“Master…”
"Old Valley Master..."
No one would have thought that the previous leader of Yinyou Valley was actually a criminal of the Heavenly Dao.
The King of the Underworld regained consciousness, his eyes softened, and he helped Zuo Qianqian up to heal his wounds.
Zuo Qianqian held his hand.
Before the two could start reminiscing about the past, there was a sudden "bang" in the sky.
"Dongfang Liu, you violated the laws of heaven, so I took away your memory. Now that you're forcing yourself to remember, I can't keep you. My world doesn't need people who don't follow the rules!"
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck the Nether King, and the Nether King pushed Zuo Qianqian away.
“Master!”
“Master!”
"Old Valley Master!"
Zuo Qianqian took out the heart mirror, threw it to Mu Chi, and then pounced on the King of the Underworld.
"Master, I'm so happy that you remember. If you are punished, I'm willing to be with you. Two thousand years has been too lonely. Please don't abandon me..."
Tian Dao snorted coldly and said, "Zuo Qianqian, you are the culprit behind Dongfang Liu's mistakes. You are now using the Heart-Illuminating Formation to bring disaster to the world. You must be executed and will never be reincarnated! Dongfang Liu is the King of the Underworld. He has made repeated mistakes and has been expelled from the Three Realms!"
The moment the spell was passed down, Zuo Qianqian used what was left, his last, only remaining cultivation, to push the Nether King back to the Netherworld, and he took on the expulsion from the Three Realms that the Nether King should have endured.
No one knew how he had survived these two thousand years, nor what he was thinking. He lay there, lifeless.
"Well, since you insist on taking the blame for him, I can't say anything more."
The laws of nature have always been like this: if someone makes a mistake, they must be punished, but as long as someone is punished, nature will no longer care.
The King of Hell, who had returned to the underworld at this moment, was still a little dazed, but then he reacted and felt heartbroken.
He summoned the Netherworld Gate, and the scarlet color covered his original eye color, like the Lethe River bursting its dam, burning all the way to the tips of his hair.
He stepped into the Netherworld Gate and returned to the Star Tower of the Imperial Palace. He had no idea where he was.
"Ah! - Qianqian!" His whole body was covered with ghost energy.
He broke the rules twice. The first time was to summon the soul of his lover from his first life, creating the Heart-illuminating Array and gathering the soul into the cycle of reincarnation. The second time was when it was Song Cisheng...
Song Cisheng was killed by Zuo Qianqian. At that time, he had forgotten Zuo Qianqian and even hurt him, but later he discovered that Song Cisheng was actually the soul that Zuo Qianqian had separated from him in that battle.
So he tried his best to bring Song Cisheng back to life, and he was punished to forget everything.
The truth is so simple, yet it has created Zuo Qianqian for two thousand years.
He had lost his mind and killed everyone he saw, his hands covered in blood.
Ye Ying'er was just about to take the Queen Mother away, but unexpectedly she ran into this monster head-on, and her heart started to panic.
"What is this?"
The Nether King approached them, and at this critical moment, a spell separated them.
"Dongfang Liu, you are so stubborn! Zuo Qianqian has already taken the blame for your crime, yet you still refuse to repent. I have no choice but to seal you away!"
The sealing spell turned into nine golden chains, hanging from the sky, instantly wrapping around the Nether King's limbs, neck, waist, and heart.
The sound of the Heavenly Dao was like a huge bell, shaking the Star Pavilion to pieces.
"Dongfang Liu is trapped in the Emperor of the Underworld's Urn and cannot come out for ten thousand years!" The King of the Underworld laughed softly, and the laughter grew from small to big, until it became crazy.
"Ten thousand years? I can't wait even a moment!"
boom--
He actually grabbed a golden chain with his bare hands, and the Nether Fire rolled up and burned the gilded curse pattern black.
Tongues of flame shot up along the chains into the sky, tearing even the calamity clouds apart. "Qianqian, die for me, and I'll let you be buried with him!"
Click!
The first golden chain broke.
The Sealer sensed something was wrong and quickly summoned eighteen more lightning spears, piercing directly between his eyebrows. The Nether King did not dodge or evade, allowing the lightning spears to penetrate his body.
Lightning exploded in his body, but turned into pitch-black veins, flowing along his blood vessels - that was the heavenly calamity he swallowed alive.
“Come again!”
The second and third golden chains shattered one after another, sparks and ghost energy formed a vortex, and the surrounding palace walls collapsed.
Boom—the fourth, the fifth…nine golden chains shattered into pieces at the same moment. The debris condensed into a golden rain all over the sky, which was swept up by the Netherworld Fire and turned into a scorching stream of fire that rolled back into the sky.
"Dongfang Liu! You dare--" The roar of Heaven was still echoing, and the Nether King had already shattered the void in one step. The Nether Fire in his palm condensed into a long black-gold blade, pointing straight to the sky.
"Why wouldn't I dare?" He was covered in blood, yet he laughed recklessly. The broken silver bell wailed in his chest, as if Zuo Qianqian was calling him "Master." That voice was the final straw that broke his sanity. "Today, either I split the sky in two, or you let Qianqian come back—"
Snap!
A purple-black crack was torn in the sky, and deep in the crack, a huge, cold golden pupil opened. That was the true form of Heaven.
"He refuses to repent."
The giant pupil blinked, and billions of chains of order fell from the cracks, each one a hundred times thicker than the previous seal, and the surface was flowing with the magma of annihilation. The Nether King was pierced by thousands of chains, his bones shattered, but he refused to kneel. He plunged his long blade into the ground and made a hand gesture -
"The Netherworld—A Sacrifice of One Hundred Thousand Souls."
Rumble——
The earth cracked, and countless ghosts rose into the air from the Forgotten River, turning into black flames, flowing upstream along the chains, burning the Eye of Heaven.
The golden pupils shrank slightly, and the chains of order tightened violently. The lightning plasma boiled, and the bones of the Nether King crackled and shattered. Blood plasma dripped down the chains, igniting clusters of black and gold fire on the ground. "Sacrificing your soul to the heaven?"
The voice of the Heavenly Dao was as indifferent as eternal ice, "One hundred thousand ghosts in the underworld are but a mayfly trying to shake a tree." Lightning flashed on the chain, and the pitch-black flames were suppressed inch by inch.
The Nether King chuckled softly, blood oozing from between his teeth. "Then—sacrifice again." He suddenly raised his hand, thrust it into his heart, and grasped the long-broken fragment of the silver bell. The fragment, stained with blood, let out a soft cry, almost like a baby's.
boom--
The silver bell shattered into dust, and a blood-red array pattern, more ancient than the River of Oblivion, spread out from beneath his feet, instantly covering the entire Nether Emperor Palace. It was the original diagram of the Heart-Illuminating Array, which he had forcibly reversed, using his heart meridian as a guide and his soul as ink.
"Zuo Qianqian gave his soul in place of mine, and I will give my soul in place of his."
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