983: Chapter 280 Amitabha Buddha_3 983: Chapter 280 Amitabha Buddha_3 But the Turtle Shell…
didn’t move!
Su He blinked, tried to control it again, but the Turtle Shell remained motionless, hovering above the pool water, shrinking bit by bit to the size of a grindstone, echoing the Tao Ancestor’s Avatar Finger Bone from a distance, one high and one low, each undulating on their own.
It was as if it couldn’t sense Su He’s control at all.
Su He’s breathing grew heavy, he took a step forward to communicate with the Turtle Shell, and tried to control it again.
The Turtle Shell didn’t budge an inch.
Damn it!
Su He crashed into the Array, only to be rebounded by the muffled sound of impact.
It was an Array that he simply couldn’t open on his own.
Su He gasped for breath and looked at the Turtle Shell sealed behind the Array, unsure of what to do for a moment.
After a while, the Toad poked him and pointed to the Bronze Basin, which reflected the pool water and displayed updated inscriptions.
“The third avatar pinky bone of the Tao Ancestor…”
“Pangolin, transformed from the Dragon Turtle Shell, has been in the world for an immeasurable amount of time, snatched from the body of the Dragon Turtle.”
“When the great solar eclipse comes, it can be awakened!”
Su He: “…”
He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.
“Is it trying to steal my stuff?” Having been a robber all his life, was he now blindsided by a wild goose, having the family treasure stolen from under his nose?!
How the hell am I supposed to explain this to Thai Zu?
Su He panicked.
“Steal it back?” The water in the Bronze Basin swayed.
Su He and the Toad were shocked, both seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes.
“Steal it back?”
It was as if they understood something.
…
At the Summit of Xuanting Mountain.
Thud!
With a dull sound, a huge drum was smashed onto Xuanting Mountain, bounced a few times, and transformed into Dongxu Taoist, who twisted up to his feet and looked at the floating Sky-Hanging Island, grimacing with determination that one day he would pull down that island!
He bit back his anger and turned towards the great hall.
As he pushed open the door, a bone-chilling wind cut through him, and a rattling sound came off Dongxu like a frozen drumhead in winter.
Looking up into the hall, he saw Ji Feixue in White Clothes, standing motionless in front of the Azure Dragon Wood Carving, locked in a stare.
Her aura circulated, accepting the inheritance.
He was a touch too late; it seemed that the memory within the wood carving had already been taken by Ji Feixue.
He wondered what Ji Tianchen had left behind.
He quietly glanced over at Ji Feixue.
The Ascending Immortal Drum, having existed for who knows how long and having seen all manners of the world, could guess eight or nine times out of ten the content left by the Scholar from just a glance.
Although Ji Feixue was receiving the inheritance, her body trembled ever so slightly, clearly in great distress.
Standing alone, only the purest of affections could move her.
A father’s love, a mother’s love, nothing more beyond these.
Dongxu stood at the doorway for a long time until Ji Feixue’s gaze shifted from the Azure Dragon, returning to clarity, before he stepped into the hall.
After pondering for a moment, Dongxu spoke, “Sister, are you thinking of your father?”
He inquired, and then said to Ji Feixue, “Your father was the first person I ever knew!
The Ascending Immortal Drum coalesced an Artifact Spirit, and the first thing it saw upon opening its eyes was him.
He roamed the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, going through a cycle every sixty years, awakening only rarely.”
Ji Feixue turned her head to look at him.
“What do you mean?”
Dongxu’s mouth twitched, trying to muster a smile that he couldn’t quite manage, “His cycle isn’t reincarnation, but rather every sixty years Brother Ji’s memory is reset, his life starts anew, stripping away all recollections from those sixty years, leaving only one obsession to begin once more.”
Ji Feixue’s eyes narrowed, and the murderous intent that filled the hall threatened to condense into substance at any moment.
He had never mentioned this!
No one wishes to lose their own memories, especially not once every sixty years, with only one obsession retained—a cycle for six decades.
Was he being refined into a puppet, bound by that obsession?!
Dongxu watched her, “Don’t look at me; I’m not clear on the matter either, but it must have been his own doing, even turning himself into this state.
He was supposed to be like this for eternity.
But your case is special.
He met your mother, and although naturally he should have returned to his cycle after sixty years, for some reason he extended this period by three thousand years!”
Dongxu seemed not to notice the murderous aura around Ji Feixue, and with a slight bow said, “Usually every sixty years marks a cycle; although memories and personality return to their original state, the Spirit Wisdom remains unharmed.
He forcibly delayed entering the cycle for three thousand years for you and incurred great damage to his Spirit Wisdom, hence the foolish state you’ve seen.”
Love is a poison of the mortal world, not even Ji Tianchen could transcend it.
Ji Feixue squinted at Dongxu, her mother always avoided talking about her father, mentioning only that everything changed after the Ascending Immortal Drum fell.
From her mother’s words, Ji Feixue could sense her hatred for the Ascending Immortal Drum, yet she never spoke of revenge and forbade her to approach the drum.
But, the reason why was unknown.
Dongxu, having reached that point, suddenly brightened, “Sister Ji, now that you’re in Xuanting, there just happens to be something you can do that might give you a chance to restore Brother Ji’s Spirit Wisdom…”
Whoosh!
Before he could finish, a Sword Light sliced towards him.
He braced his arms quickly to block the Sword Light, and a shadow zipped by his side.
Turning his head, he saw Ji Feixue stepping into the void and leaving without looking back.
“I am not a disciple of Xuanting!” Ji Feixue’s cold voice came through.
A mission?
The person from her memories had said, if the Ascending Immortal Drum dared to arrange a task, she should split it in two and leave.
She merely passed through the Moon-Questioning Gate, never joined Xuanting, and never received Xuanting’s inheritance.
What she got was the Scholar’s legacy.
Dongxu stood frozen in shock, snapping back to reality a moment later and shouted, “This matter could grant you immortality!”
Ji Feixue left even faster!
If not for the fact that she couldn’t shatter the Ascending Immortal Drum at that moment, that previous strike would have cut the drum in two!
Soaring down Xuanting Mountain, with a light furrow of her Eyebrow, Ji Feixue’s robes billowed in the wind, and quickly she passed through the Moon Gate and out of Guiwang Mountain without a backwards glance.