929: Chapter 260: The Great Tomb and the Red Fox 929: Chapter 260: The Great Tomb and the Red Fox There was no heavenly law, no monitoring of heaven and earth here…
Wouldn’t it be like the Star Sea and the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky where one could speak freely?
The Star Sea and the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky were different from this place.
Su He had rushed through the Star Sea without specific perception.
However, the “heavenly law” of the Star Sea should have been the former Heavenly Court.
As for the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky, Su He had been to Baiyun Palace and Taihe Palace.
Both palaces were clearly not dominated by heaven and earth but by the Tao Masters of the dojo—it seemed as though the Tao Master was that piece of heaven and earth!
Just like Su He’s inner world, he was the god of his inner world, the heavenly law there.
The potent outer world could erase Su He’s inner world, but it couldn’t control it.
But this Netherworld place was different.
This place once had the monitoring of heaven and earth, but the “heavenly law” had disappeared, or perhaps…
had died!
Source?
Su He was puzzled, related to the source of this realm?
He pondered for a long time, the Star Ring slowly dispersing from his body, his domain flashed and transformed into an avatar that fell beside him.
Su He’s presence then vanished, as if disappearing from the world.
The avatar leaped forward, flew miles away, then looked up and whispered softly, “I can…
traverse…
time…
space…”
The avatar spoke word by word, slowly sensing the feedback from heaven and earth.
As soon as it finished speaking, the avatar self-destructed, scattering its presence, fearing being targeted by heavenly punishment.
But there was no feedback from heaven and earth.
As if…
it didn’t care at all!
You love to traverse, just traverse, I won’t bother you!
Su He reappeared only to see Ji Feixue staring at him with a dazed expression.
Su He smiled awkwardly, “Last time, I accidentally mentioned crossing time and got struck by heavenly punishment.
It’s taboo!”
Ji Feixue glanced at his turtle shell, “Then your shell is really hard!”
Heavenly punishment didn’t kill him, so falling here probably wouldn’t kill him either.
At the very least, she wouldn’t die—she’d still be alive 730,000 years later.
“Have you been to the Feng Zhong?”
Su He nodded, “The mother of my second incarnation is the daughter of Worship Granny, a peacock who died by accident and was barely revived after the third grand ceremony.
I attended the third ceremony.”
Ji Feixue’s eyes flickered with confusion, why would a Xuan Bird, an Ice Phoenix give birth to a peacock?
What kind of bloodline ethics was that?
Although she was puzzled, she didn’t voice her question.
Instead, she saw the Dragon Turtle suddenly look up, its expression somewhat anxious, “Oh right, wife, if in the future you learn that a Phoenix killed my mother, don’t get involved in killing that Phoenix, there must be a misunderstanding.
That Phoenix is a good Phoenix!”
What happened back then, Phoenix Chao Fei and Yun Li wouldn’t say, and others didn’t dare to ask.
But it must have involved some misunderstandings.
Ji Feixue remained silent.
One day, if Feng Si’s daughter dies, and she hadn’t interfered at all, how would Sister Si feel?
“Fairy Ji,” Ji Feixue interjected, stressing as she spoke, she didn’t acknowledge the marriage certificate!
Besides, calling her wife… was too frivolous, shouldn’t he call her lady or madam?
“Sorry!” Su He shamelessly replied, “I got used to calling that.”
He changed the topic, “Are you close with Worship Granny now?” In the future, he only heard from Worship Granny that she was good friends with Ji Feixue, but he had never seen them meeting.
Only after the great battle at Feng Zhong, on a small island, they met briefly but weren’t very affectionate.
Shortly after, Ji Feixue fell into a deep sleep, having just fused with the black-clothed avatar.
Ji Feixue thought for a moment, then said, “Sister Si!”
Su He understood; they referred to each other as sisters.
In the Cultivation World, even close friends often referred to each other as Tao companions, like the people of Qianjiang.
If Ji Feixue could call Worship Granny her sister, their relationship was truly sisterly, almost like sworn sisters—possibly even already sworn.
Grandma Ji?
Su He’s eyes brightened, then he saw Ji Feixue look at him, her eyes carrying a hint of murderous intent.
Su He quickly straightened up, standing tall and firm like a Turtle carrying a stele.
Ji Feixue looked at him, “Why would she fancy a turtle?”
The girl sort of had psychological issues, always referring to her future self as ‘her’.
Ji Feixue stared seriously at Su He; even though this Turtle, according to Dragon and Dragon Turtle aesthetic standards, was indeed exceptionally handsome…
But… she leaned towards humans.
Su He retracted his neck slightly, “I follow the Way of Xuanwu, I will have a human form.”
Ji Feixue nodded, not dwelling on the issue any further.
If her father could admire a dragon, if she could see the handsomeness in a Dragon Turtle, what was impossible?
Ji Feixue turned again to look at the world.
Her eyebrows knit together; unable to sense any presence from the All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms here, how could they return?
“Do you understand this place?”
Su He shook his head.
If this place was indeed the Netherworld Realm, then despite the intense Netherworld’s Qi, there were no Yin Ghosts or ghostly creatures around.
In the Feng Zhong, just being influenced by an invisible land had led to an endless stream of Yin Ghosts.
And what happened to the big tomb from the Phoenix Clan’s past resurrection attempts that fell into this place?
“Don’t wander off.
I’ll check this place,” Su He said, vaulting into the air.
Ji Feixue’s eyebrows knitted; was this Turtle commanding her or caring for her?
When had Ji Feixue ever been someone who needed to be looked after?
She saw Su He soaring high, activating the Power of Xuanwu in his eyes, looking forward.
He saw above the Nine Heavens a vast illusory Phoenix, its long cry resonating through the heavens—not an actual sound but something like a wave of soul consciousness.
Without the Power of Xuanwu, he couldn’t have seen it.
It was a green, wind-type Phoenix, its eyes half-closed as it soared through the sky.
Below it, a giant tomb lay on the ground like a towering mountain, with a tombstone standing tall.
But there were no inscriptions on the tombstone, just a few drops of blood that had long turned dry and dark red from the ages.