Chapter 717 The Last Lord
He raised his eyes to look at Luo Li, "Spirit Master, we must seal it as soon as possible."
"Even easier said than done," Luo Li pressed her forehead, "This is all the records about the Netherworld Monument in the entire Tower of Gods."
Lingyu also pursed her lips, knowing that their current desire to destroy the Netherworld Monument was wishful thinking. The last person who directly destroyed the Netherworld Monument was the strongest among the gods, Da.
But even Lord Daling cannot easily destroy the Netherworld Monument.
Outside the window, dark clouds were rolling and spreading towards the sky, as if even the sunlight was swallowed up.
Lingyu suddenly stood up, walked to the window, stared at the chaotic sky, and a hint of determination and resoluteness flashed in his eyes.
He turned around and picked up an exquisite soul sword from the secret compartment under the bed. A faint blue light flowed from the sword body, revealing a pressure that should not be underestimated.
Seeing this, Luo Li stood up in confusion, "What is this?"
Lingyu handed the sword to Luo Li and instructed, "Spirit Master, I'm going to look for the Blood Killer and will be back soon. Please wait here for a while."
Luo Li was a little confused, but still took the sword and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you here."
Lingyu nodded and left in a hurry.
Di Xuanming watched Lingyu disappear into the house, lost in thought. "Senior Lingyu went to see Elder Xuesha to ask about the Netherworld Monument?"
"I'm not sure," Luo Li was also not sure. She shook her head, "But Elder Xuesha is the oldest among the current Zhutian League. Maybe he knows something that Lingyu doesn't know."
Luo Li held a long sword in her hand, and the sword reflected a cold light, shining on her solemn face.
She sighed softly, "Forget it, let's wait for Lingyu to come back and let him tell it himself."
"Well, okay." Di Xuanming stood aside with a deep gaze, as if thinking about something.
Occasionally, there was the sound of wind blowing through the house, bringing with it gusts of cold air.
The two figures stretched out in the shadows, and there was a subtle tension in the air, as if something unknown might happen at any time.
An hour later——
When Lingyu came back, Luo Li was holding her chin with one hand and tapping the table lightly with the other hand, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking.
Lingyu pushed the door open and walked in, looking dusty, with a few unfallen leaves still stuck to his collar.
He glanced at the quiet atmosphere in the room and his footsteps unconsciously became lighter.
Luo Li looked up when she heard the voice, and when their eyes met, the worry in her eyes disappeared in an instant and turned into a barely perceptible smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Spirit Master," Lingyu saw this and strode over.
Luo Li sat up straight, "Any clues about Xuesha?"
Ling Yu didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I didn't go to Xue Sha to ask about the Netherworld Monument."
"No?" Di Xuanming was a little confused. "Then what did Senior Lingyu do?"
Lingyu explained, "Xuesha is from the Blood Spirit Clan. The Spirit Master should remember him, right?"
Luo Li nodded, "Of course I remember. What does this have to do with the Netherworld Monument?"
Lingyu pursed her lips and said, "In fact, the former high priest of the Blood Spirit Clan is still alive."
"Former High Priest?" Luo Li frowned suddenly, "Why haven't I heard you mention him?"
Lingyu sighed, "That senior was one of the three lords who brought us to the Myriad Beasts Continent. The other two lords, that is, the lords of my clan and the Phoenix God Clan, have died in battle. That senior is the only one who survived."
"Unfortunately, although the senior survived, he was seriously injured. He spent the next few years suppressing the myriad beasts after the War of the Gods. After the myriad beasts settled down a few years later, the senior fell into a deep sleep."
"So," Luo Li understood, "you mean that senior knows about the Netherworld Monument?"
Lingyu was a little uncertain, "Actually, I'm not really sure..."
Luo Li knocked lightly on the table. "I have to ask, where is that senior now?"
Lingyu looked towards the high mountain behind the Zhutian League, "It's right there."
He looked at Luo Li and said, "Spirit Master, that senior has been asleep for tens of thousands of years. Although we know he is still alive, we are not sure if he can wake up."
Luo Li looked at the long sword in her hand, "Could this sword be the sword of that senior?"
"That's right," Lingyu nodded, "Senior gave me this sword before he fell asleep."
He looked at the mountain and said, "Senior is very powerful. Even in the Myriad Beasts Continent, he still has the strength of a Venerable King. The place where he is sleeping is inaccessible to anyone below the Venerable King level because of his power barrier. Senior left this sword so that we can enter and exit the mountain normally."
His eyes were filled with nostalgia. "After all, this sword was that senior's natal sword. Even in his sleep, he was familiar with the aura of this sword..."
Lingyu looked at Luo Li and said, "I don't know what the situation of that senior is like now, but I can take Lingzhu to Jingshan to take a look."
"Okay," Luo Li stood up immediately, "Let's set off now without further delay."
She looked at Di Xuanming and chuckled, "Together?"
Di Xuanming raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at Lingyu without saying a word, "Can I go?"
Lingyu sighed, "If the Spirit Master says it's okay, then it's okay."
He stood up and said, "Let's go."
The three of them walked out of the yard together and headed towards the back mountain.
Emperor Xuanming stood with his hands behind his back, a faint chill lingering around him, which was out of tune with the warm atmosphere around him.
Luo Li glanced at him sideways and pursed her lips, "A Ming, I always feel that something is wrong with you recently, you..."
Di Xuanming reassured her, "I've been trying to comprehend the laws of ice lately, so I'll be fine soon. Don't worry."
"Is that so..." Luo Li smiled. Perhaps he was overthinking it.
Lingyu led the way in front, walking steadily, neither slow nor fast, and did not participate in the conversation between the two.
The light shines through the treetops above and onto the path leading to the back mountain. As light and shadow interweave, the figures of the three people stretch and shorten.
Di Xuanming's eyes seemed even deeper in the light and shadow. He lowered his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible icy blue light seemed to condense on his fingertips, which then quietly dissipated and blended into the warm air, leaving behind a elusive chill.
He sighed softly, with mixed feelings in his heart, but his eyes fell gently on Luo Li, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He still has time.
An hour later, the entrance to Jingshan.
At the entrance of Jingshan, ancient trees are towering and vines are entwined, like the gatekeepers of the mountains, with a bit of mystery in the quietness.
Lingyu stopped and said, "This is it."
The disciple stationed at the entrance of Jingshan was a little surprised to see the three people, but still spoke respectfully, "Spirit Master, Master Lingyu."
Ling Yu waved his hand, his voice gentle and kind, "The Spiritual Master and I are here to do something, don't worry about us."
"Yes." The disciples bowed and returned to their original places with firm expressions, controlling their eyes from wandering towards Luo Li.
Is this their spiritual master?
So young.
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