Ayao looked at Miexinluo with mixed feelings, and only after a long while did she look away. Then she was surprised to find that she was in the tomb of the eleventh generation Kunpeng King, a place she had visited in her previous life.
It's called a tomb, but it's actually the cave of the eleventh generation Kunpeng King. In her previous life, she came here with her master, who had just recovered to the Immortal King realm. A Yao released her divine sense in all directions, and everything here was exactly as she had seen in her previous life, unchanged.
Actually, A Yao had previously wondered if her master might be hiding in the tomb of the eleventh generation Kunpeng King, since it was a very safe place. Now that she hadn't found any trace of her master here, A Yao thought to herself: It seems that her master is somewhere else.
She looked at Miexinluo, who was healing, a faint red light swirling around him. She thought she had sensed Luo Bai's presence earlier; was that just her imagination?
So, how did he end up here?
Ayao was very curious as to why Miexinluo would bring her here. Then she remembered Xu Fengzhi's doodles from his childhood, including a scene of the tomb of the eleventh generation Kunpeng King.
Wait a minute!
Looking at Mie Xinluo's cold face, A Yao suddenly had a very bold guess: Could Xu Fengzhi be the eleventh generation Kunpeng King?
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Otherwise, why would his clone bring her here?
Ayao glanced at Miexinluo, stared at him for a long time, then turned and flew forward. She followed the paths until she arrived at a stone tablet inscribed with the "Kunpeng Technique," a technique she had memorized in her previous life. Standing before the massive tablet, Ayao reached out and touched the inscriptions. Thinking that it might have been carved by Xu Fengzhi, her heart softened.
Thinking back to the time in the Burial Dragon Mountain Secret Realm, when he gave her the Purple Cloud Heavenly Robe and she traded it for the Kunpeng Technique, she felt she had lost out. Now, thinking about it, she couldn't help but laugh. It was originally his cultivation technique, and she had actually used it to exchange for him.
Thinking of those distant memories, Ayao's lips curled up, but then her eyes dimmed again as she thought about how things had changed.
Her divine sense penetrated through the walls, watching the man recovering from his injuries.
He was clearly Xu Fengzhi's clone, yet he was so cold to her. The moment she saw him before, she truly believed that Xu Fengzhi had returned, but now she felt it was all for nothing; his clone was different from him.
Ayao was filled with many emotions.
She wandered through the vast palace, storing all the treasures she had discovered in her previous life into her storage space. Then she returned to Miexinluo and watched him from the side.
It took Mie Xinluo three days to heal his injuries. After three days, he opened his eyes.
"How are you? Are you alright?" Ayao asked.
Mie Xinluo glanced at her, then immediately looked away. His indifferent expression ignited a nameless anger in A Yao's heart. She said unhappily, "Hey, can you say something? You're not mute, why do you always ignore me?"
The black-haired, red-eyed man glanced at A-Yao with his empty eyes, then stood up and walked away. A-Yao gritted her teeth at his retreating figure and couldn't help but stomp her foot.
Seeing him walk forward, Ayao was curious about what he was going to do, so she followed behind him. It was very quiet here; the only sound in the entire space was the echo of their footsteps.
"Hey, how did you find out about this place?" Ayao asked.
The man remained silent.
Is Xu Fengzhi the eleventh generation Kunpeng King?
"..."
"Does he have many clones? Which clone are you?"
"..."
"Do the other clones also know about this place?"
"..."
Ayao chattered on and on, but Miexin Luo didn't utter a single sound. Looking at him, Ayao felt an urge to kick him. No matter how she tried to communicate, he wouldn't listen to her. Ayao felt frustrated; she felt like she was being disliked by Xu Fengzhi's clone.
But if he disliked her, why did he save her?
With extremely mixed feelings, A Yao followed Mie Xinluo.
The man walked until he came to an altar, where torches were lit all around. The dark altar was inscribed with mysterious ancient characters, and dried blood had congealed on it. Even after the long years, this dried blood still exuded a chilling aura of bloodlust.
Ah Yao had been to this place in her previous life as well.
She and her master searched around here for a long time, but they didn't find any treasures.
"What are you doing here? Is there anything here?" Ayao asked Miexinluo.
The man ignored her, simply raising one hand and casually pointing it at the altar. A surge of power transformed from his fingertip into a red lightning bolt that shot towards the altar, creating a red vortex above it.
The red vortex was only half a zhang in size at first, but it expanded to tens of zhang in an instant. Red lightning and mist spread in all directions from the vortex.
Ayao sensed an indescribably powerful aura from within the vortex.
She opened her eyes wide.
There's actually a folded space here! She and her master had spent quite a while exploring this place in her past life without noticing it. Surprised, she quickly realized that this folded space couldn't be opened unless the cave's owner or his clone came in person. In other words, it was useless for anyone other than Xu Fengzhi and his clone.
Without even glancing at A Yao, Mi Xinluo flew into the red vortex. A Yao watched him fly in and, without thinking, followed him into the vortex. Although she didn't know why he ignored her and wouldn't even utter a word, the fact that he had saved her twice proved that she was safe by his side.
Since he would definitely save her if she was in danger, she was determined to satisfy her curiosity and see what was inside.
After flying into the vortex, Ayao's eyes widened in shock.
The space within this vortex is vast and boundless, without any distinction between east, west, north, south, up, or down. Here, numerous lines connect enormous, star-like orbs of light, which reflect dazzling brilliance and condense into amber-like spheres of light, fixing a Kunpeng, whose body is a million feet tall, in the void. That Kunpeng is already dead, dead for countless epochs.
The enormous body of this Kunpeng filled A Yao's field of vision. Only by releasing her divine sense to its limit could she see its entire body.
Before this Kunpeng, Ayao was like a grain of sand in the ocean.
Although the Kunpeng was dead, its body was shrouded in immortal energy, each feather radiating a sacred glow, and runes were imprinted around it. Even in death, its aura remained as vast and boundless as an ocean, awe-inspiring and earth-shattering.
This...this is the remains of the eleventh generation Kunpeng King?
In her previous life, she and her master did not find any remains, which greatly disappointed them.
So that's where it was!
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