Chapter 20 Return to the world
...Are all of them so familiar?
Ying Bu Ran covered his chest and gasped. He had just come out of the last door and had consumed a lot of energy. He had not recovered yet. He felt dizzy and his soul and body still felt weak.
This should be the problem that this self-proclaimed first-generation person mentioned. I didn't expect that I still haven't succeeded after persisting until now?
"Come sit down and take a break." The First Generation conjured up a table and chairs from nowhere, with tea neatly placed on them. He extended his hand and beckoned Ying Buran to sit over. "Normally, someone in your situation, even with help, would have failed at the first stage. It's remarkable that you made it to the end. Come take a break. A lot of things are waiting for you when you get out."
Ying Bu Ran did not walk over immediately. He observed for a while and made sure that this first-generation had no other intentions before he moved over slowly.
She didn't touch the tea on the table. She carefully looked at the First Generation, tightly clutching the amulet given to her by Ghost King Zhao Qingxun, and asked, "Senior, is there something you need from me?"
"To be precise, it wasn't me who found you, but you who found me." The First Generation didn't mind Ying Bu Ran's caution. He picked up the teacup and drank it in one gulp. It was clearly tea, but he drank it like wine. "Shh, I forgot it's not wine. Wine has been banned for a long time. Sigh."
Ying Bu Ran remained silent and turned the topic back to the main topic: "You said I was the one looking for you?"
The First Generation nodded and tapped the table. "Hmm, how should I put it? Because a part of my soul has been staying here, waiting for someone to pass through. As long as they are obsessed with it and can pass through the eighteen doors, they will be able to see me."
"As for why I left the remaining soul here... it's to give the younger generations some small guidance on how to kill the sky."
Ying Bu Ran narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned forward slightly. "You mean, about Zhan Tian?"
"Can humans really cut through the sky?"
The First Generation chuckled and suddenly flicked a finger at Ying Bu Ran's forehead. "Aren't you very clear about this question? If you think it's impossible, why are you here?"
Ying Bu Ran was startled by the sudden attack. He covered his forehead and leaned back a little, saying stubbornly, "Or maybe I just want to be resurrected?"
"Tsk, I've said before, you can't see me unless you have an obsession. There's no need to be so vigilant in front of me, I can 'see' what you're thinking, let's get straight to the point." The first generation chuckled, and then waved his hand. The teacup on the table disappeared again, followed by a miniature version of the underworld, with a cloud above it. In the cloud, Ying Bu Ran saw something.
At that moment, fear suddenly enveloped her heart. She seemed to have returned to the time when she was sacrificed. The flesh and blood in the sky opened countless eyes, opened and closed its mouth, and continued to gnaw at her soul.
The First Generation pointed at the lump of flesh and said, "This is what caused the Heaven's wrath and is the biggest beneficiary of the Heavenly Sacrifice. This was once the Heavenly Road, but as you can see, it's now sealed by Him."
Ying Bu Ran forced himself to look away and look at the place where the first generation pointed. It was covered with a pool of blood and flesh, and if you looked closely you could see movement.
Ugh, disgusting.
"Now, this thing is the highest order in the mortal world, so ordinary means cannot kill it. If you want to kill it, you must open up a way to heaven and make it no longer the highest. Or..." The First Generation pinched the phantom of flesh and blood, clenching his hands fiercely, "Replace it."
"...Is there really a way to replace it?" Ying Bu Ran asked, looking at the pile of mud.
The First Generation spread his hands and shook his head. "Unfortunately, I don't know. The lower realm is becoming increasingly weaker. There may have been a way at the beginning, but now it's probably impossible, unless we open a road to heaven."
Isn't that still the first method? It seems that I have to cut the Heavenly Road no matter what. Ying Bu Ran touched his chin and thought for a moment, then looked at the First Generation and asked tentatively: "Senior, since you know so much about it, there must be a way, right?"
"That's right. When I died, I left a trick up my sleeve. First, I transferred the power to Tiandao. It's stored in the lower realm but is kept safe by Tiandao. Therefore, those people and this piece of flesh cannot obtain my power. Second, there is an ancient divine sword. It was my sword, and I hid it. When the time comes, you will know where it is."
The First Generation stood up, and the table and the chair beneath it vanished. Ying Buyan, not knowing what was happening, also stood up and followed her to a cloud of fog.
The fog slowly dissipated, and a door appeared, slowly opening. Behind the door was the path we had come from.
"Once you get out of here, you'll be able to completely escape your current state. Reshape your flesh and blood, and reorganize your soul. Since your soul is incomplete, you're likely to experience some memory confusion and loss of consciousness." The First Generation gently patted Ying Bu Ran's shoulder, his figure gradually becoming ethereal. "I'll lend you a hand on this final leg of your journey."
Ying Bu Ran turned her head in surprise, watching the First Generation slowly transform into light and then merge into her body. Finally, the First Generation's face gradually became clear, and her true appearance slowly emerged in Ying Bu Ran's wide eyes.
She watched the corners of the first generation's mouth rise and heard a chuckle. This time, the laughter was no longer full of teasing and similar emotions to happiness, but was also mixed with a lot of sadness, unwillingness, and hidden resentment.
She didn't see the First Generation's mouth move, but her voice echoed in her ears: "I am the first Destiny Body, and so are every Destiny Body. This so-called blessing will not disappear with death. Heaven and earth are immortal, and the Destiny Soul is indestructible. Even if only a tiny bit of the soul remains, it will be reassembled."
"We are different people, yet we all come from the same person. This is both a blessing from heaven and earth, and an eternal curse."
"Everyone before us has failed, but you have brought a new twist. I hope you can bring our strength and realize our shared aspirations."
"Go ahead, that's the path to survival that belongs only to you."
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It has been several years since Ying Bu Ran left the Gate of Life and Death. During this time, the Ghost King Zhao Qingxun could feel that her vitality was recovering little by little, but she still did not wake up.
Fortunately, Ying Bu Ran is not a completely living person now. Half of her still looks like a ghost - the most obvious feature is the half of her face that is just a skeleton. Her stay in the underworld has no effect on her.
Otherwise, she would really have to worry about what to do. She couldn't stay in the human world as a ghost for too long, and her fighting power as a spirit was not enough to guarantee that she could be protected.
"Oh, why haven't you woken up yet? You won't be able to wake up, will you? No, I haven't received my reward yet." Ghost King Zhao Qingxun poked the intact half of Ying Bushan's face for a while, then poked it again, and then sighed.
[Zhao Qingxun] Instead of waiting for Ying Bu Ran to wake up, an uninvited guest arrived.
The soldier under his command knocked on the door, and after getting permission, he dragged his head in with his hands and raised it: "Boss, someone wants to chat with you."
Zhao Qingxun immediately jumped up upon hearing this, cursing angrily, "Huh? Which Ghost King has objections again? How many meetings have we had before? Didn't everyone agree? What's going on? Someone's going back on their word? How can a ghost be so dishonest? Aren't they afraid of being fried in a frying pan?"
The head had long been accustomed to Zhao Qingxun's sudden outbursts of anger, and explained calmly and cheerfully, "It's not the boss, it's a human. He claims to be something like the leader of a fortune-telling sect."
"Boss, can I watch quietly nearby? We haven't seen any humans coming here yet."
"Tian Yan Sect? What's she doing here?" Zhao Qingxun calmed down and rubbed his chin, puzzled. "Could she be up to something bad? Not necessarily. She was there that day too, so she should know the truth about the so-called Heavenly Sacrifice."
Zhao Qingxun was too lazy to think any further. He waved his hand to dispel his previous thoughts and said to the head, "Okay, I'll go take a look. You can't go. Guard her for me and don't let anyone get close."
"Okay, boss. I'll just watch from here. Oh, what a shame."
Zhao Qingxun rolled his eyes, twitching the corners of his mouth as he took the mask off the wall and put it on. "What's so sad about that? She looks pretty much like me, what's there to be curious about? Let's go, keep an eye on her. If anything goes wrong, I'll kick your head like a ball!"
The soldier was so frightened that the head flew off his hand, but he immediately caught it and stood still: "Understood, Boss!"
Zhao Qingxun nodded in satisfaction. He was not surprised to see Shen Cangwu as soon as he went out. With Shen Cangwu's ability, it would be easy for him to calculate where he was.
"Tell me, what do you want to see me about?" Zhao Qingxun sat directly on a chair in the yard and gestured to Shen Cangwu to sit on another one.
Shen Cangwu was not polite either. She did not come here to speak politely: "I came to talk to you about Tianwu."
Zhao Qingxun raised an eyebrow, expecting something both unexpected and unexpected. She thought he would go to Wind Chasing City. "Oh? About Sky Wrath? What does that have to do with me?"
"I was there that day, and I know that the Destiny Body is with you. Besides, aren't you also participating in the Anti-Heaven Sacrifice?" Shen Cangwu tilted his head, looking at the Ghost King with a puzzled look in his eyes.
"..." Zhao Qingxun suspected that the other party had only understood the surface meaning of her words. He waved his hand and decided to avoid the topic. He was so straightforward that he couldn't bend his head. "I thought you would go to find Wind Chasing City."
“I’ve looked for it, but there’s something wrong with Wind Chasing City right now, and I can’t contact the city lord.” Shen Cangwu said seriously.
【Zhao Qingxun】: “…”
So he really did look for her, but he had no choice but to come back to her. She coughed, not knowing what to say for a moment, so she could only start with the Skywrath itself: "What do you know about Skywrath?"
"Anyone with strong power can be used as a sacrifice in a Heavenly Sacrifice. The reason for sacrificing the Heavenly Destiny Body is that all participants can gain power." Shen Cangwu said, "The more Heavenly Sacrifices there are, the more frequent the Heavenly Wrath will be. This is because Heavenly Sacrifices will expand the power of the Heavenly Spirit."
Zhao Qingxun tapped the table sporadically and nodded. The fact that he had found this and was still sharing it meant they were on the same front. "So, what are you going to do, or what are you doing?"
"I killed the sect's ancestor because she was also a participant. As for what to do, I saw it, and you have a way."
The author has something to say:
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Defense the day after tomorrow, one-day suspension tomorrow
Temporarily use "Zhao Qingxun" to represent the Ghost King, "Zhao Qingxun" is the one in the human world
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