Chapter 176 How did Feng Jin spend the long years?
Crying in the middle of the night, vanishing by day, an invisible barrier...
This sounds like some kind of powerful barrier of resentment, or a deliberately sealed-off dark realm.
Shen Yuepo replied without hesitation, "Okay. But I have something to do right now and need to wait two days."
Zhao Yan visibly breathed a sigh of relief:
"Great! I can wait! As long as you're willing to help! I'll send you the detailed address and the information I have on WeChat shortly. Contact me anytime when you're done!"
"Okay." Shen Yuepo hung up the phone decisively.
She glanced at her phone; Zhao Yan's information had been sent to her quickly.
I casually opened the map and glanced at the location of "Luoshui Village".
Then, without hesitation, he made a hand seal to open the gates of hell.
Stepping into the Gate of Hell, a chilling, ghostly aura assaults your senses.
Sure enough, the horse-faced figure was already waiting at the entrance.
"My lord, you've finally arrived!" Horse-face greeted him eagerly, his horse eyes crinkling with laughter. "I'll send someone to inform the Emperor of your arrival right away..."
"No need," Shen Yuepo interrupted him, her voice cold. "Don't disturb him. I'll just go to the Imperial Palace and wait for him."
Horse-faced hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized, and his smile became even more obsequious: "Oh, I understand, I understand! A surprise! We need to give His Majesty a surprise. Hehe, alright! This way, please!"
He raised his hand and waved, and a modern luxury car silently slid to a stop in front of them.
The car doors opened automatically.
"..."
Shen Yuepo looked at the luxurious car that seemed completely out of place in the eerie ghost realm, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Horse-face, however, was quite pleased with himself and enthusiastically gestured for him to proceed.
"My lord, please come in! This was specially brought in from the mortal realm by the Ghost Emperor at the Emperor's request a while ago."
"I heard it's called a limited edition? It's incredibly fast! Even more reliable than our Yin Wind Escape! It'll get you to the Imperial Palace in the blink of an eye!"
Shen Yuepo calmly got into the car. A cool, refreshing fragrance filled the air.
Yes, that's definitely the kind of vibe Feng Jin would like.
Horse-face sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and signaled the driver to start the car.
The car started smoothly and sped along the wide streets of Fengdu, with the ancient buildings on both sides rushing past.
After the carriage started, Ma Mian turned his head, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously to Shen Yuepo:
"Sir, do you know why I'm taking you for a ride?"
He pointed out the car window, "Now, the Fengdu area is full of idle ghosts and immortals."
"If we walk there or ride the Yin Wind, we'll inevitably be photographed by those blind fools along the way. What if the news gets back to the Emperor? Wouldn't that ruin your surprise?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She turned her head stiffly to look at the horse-faced demon, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Does this horse-faced demon know too much?
Horse-face seemed oblivious to Shen Yuepo's silence, and began to sigh to himself, his tone filled with gratitude:
"But my lord, we really owe you a great debt! You know, before, we servants had to sneak around the Emperor to use our phones, like thieves. Now it's all better..."
He excitedly rubbed the horse's hooves, "Ever since the Emperor himself started using a mobile phone, we can use our phones to go online in a completely open and aboveboard way!"
As Shen Yuepo listened to Ma Mian's rambling, his gaze drifted to the rapidly passing Fengdu scenery outside the carriage window.
She suddenly became curious about how Feng Jin had spent the long years before the advent of cell phones and the internet.
Shen Yuepo asked, "Before... before cell phones and all this excitement, what did Feng Jin do most of his time?"
Upon hearing this, the horse-faced creature tilted its massive head slightly, as if in recollection.
His earlier excitement faded, and his tone became heavy with a hint of reverence:
"The Emperor spends most of his time... asleep."
"Sleeping?" Shen Yuepo frowned slightly.
"yes."
Horse-faced sighed, "As you know, although the Emperor possesses boundless divine power, he still has to maintain the operation of this vast Netherworld and suppress countless fierce souls and evil spirits."
"Especially in the battle against the Blood Fiend Lord in the Blood Sea a thousand years ago, the Emperor expended too much divine power to suppress him."
"Blood Fiend Lord?" Shen Yuepo's heart stirred; she had never heard of this name before.
"Hmm, a powerful demon."
Horse-face's voice was even lower, tinged with lingering fear:
"He attempted to bring the blood and evil energy of the sea to the human world, turning the human world into a purgatory, and to achieve his supreme demonic path."
"To stop him, the Emperor single-handedly plunged into the depths of the Netherworld Blood Sea. That battle was so fierce that the heavens and earth trembled, the blood sea churned, and it almost shook the very foundation of the Netherworld!"
At this point, Horse-Face's tone was filled with reverence for Feng Jin:
"Finally, the Emperor severely injured the Blood Fiend Lord and suppressed his true form in the deepest part of the Blood Sea!"
"Just...suppression?" Shen Yuepo keenly grasped the key word, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. "Why not just completely eliminate them and prevent future troubles?"
Horse-faced gave a bitter laugh, looking at Shen Yuepo with helplessness: "My lord, you are unaware of the fact that the Blood Fiend Lord's destiny and original power have long been merged with the Netherworld Blood Sea."
"As long as the sea of blood doesn't dry up, he is immortal. If we forcibly shatter and destroy his soul completely..."
He paused, his tone becoming serious: "Then, the Netherworld Blood Sea, having lost the restraint of his will and the maintenance of its origin, will collapse instantly."
"At that time, the barrier between the underworld and the human world will be breached, and a sea of blood will overflow into the human world."
"That was true devastation, a catastrophe for the three realms!"
Horse-faced's voice echoed in the quiet carriage, "Therefore, the Emperor can only use his own divine power as a lock and the Netherworld Blood Sea as a cage to imprison the Blood Fiend Lord at the bottom of the Blood Sea for eternity."
"But this suppression is not a one-time solution. The Emperor needs to continuously output divine power to maintain the seal. If there is any relaxation, the Blood Sea will become restless and backfire."
"This is why the Emperor often needs to fall into a deep sleep to restore his power."
Shen Yuepo listened quietly, the scene of Fengdu outside the window seemingly blurring in her eyes.
A sudden pain shot through her heart.
She knew that Feng Jin had lived for tens of thousands of years, but she did not know that he had carried such a heavy burden throughout those long years.
For tens of thousands of years, it has spent most of its time in slumber.
Upon waking, one must confront the workings of the underworld, the roars of malevolent spirits, and the blood sea crisis that could overturn the three realms at any moment.
What kind of loneliness is that?
She suddenly understood why he had such unusual indulgence towards his noisy and unruly subordinate, Shen Tu.
Perhaps... in those long, suffocating years, Shen Tu's lively and energetic spirit could fill some of the void in his millennia of loneliness.
It was also the only thing that could penetrate the layers of coldness and allow the lonely soul atop the imperial throne to feel a trace of warmth.
Even the smallest amount is enough to soothe the boundless loneliness.
An unfamiliar emotion, like a vine, quietly wrapped around Shen Yuepo's heart.
She suddenly... really wanted to see Feng Jin.
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