945: Chapter 266: Mystery Yellow, Must be Annihilated!_2 945: Chapter 266: Mystery Yellow, Must be Annihilated!_2 Su He flew by her side and transmitted a message, “This place once had the presence of the Western Thunder King during the Heavenly Court Period, if we encounter him later, don’t be too…
too blunt!
Let me do the talking.”
In this era, Ji Feixue was probably not good at socializing—not even in later ages, it seems.
The people in front of Ji Feixue could be categorized into two types: those who could be ignored and those who could be slapped to death.
Only the family of Su He counted as an exception.
Such a being like the Western Thunder King wouldn’t indulge anyone.
Without talking about flattery, the due respect must be there, and too much courtesy does no harm.
Especially since Su He could not be sure what kind of existence the Western Thunder King was when opening the Netherworld Passage.
Is it returning to the past Netherworld to see the past Western Thunder King?
Or is this piece of Netherworld changing along with him?
Does he travel through the Netherworld as well, maintaining his existence from the beginning to the end?
Ji Feixue didn’t speak, her face still cold as ever.
As they continued to speed along, the scale armor on Su He’s forehead gradually came together.
They had already flown three to four hundred thousand miles, yet they hadn’t seen a single active ghost creature.
“Why are they not moving?” Su He asked, puzzled.
Every time the Netherworld Passage was opened, countless ghost creatures would rush out one after another.
Now that he had personally come in, why weren’t the ghost creatures moving?
It seemed that this place was a land of death.
Ji Feixue looked at him, clueless about what he was talking about.
As Su He was about to explain, a voice came through.
“If you wish, they… can move!”
The voice sounded like the creaking of an old wooden door, as if it was forcibly squeezed out of a dried corpse’s throat.
The group turned their heads abruptly and looked ahead.
The landscape of the Netherworld here didn’t obstruct the view like the Phoenix Tomb Ghost.
In the far distance, dark clouds churned.
Within the clouds, a throne suppressed the world.
Seated on the throne was a person—Su He couldn’t tell if it was a human or a ghost.
Dry as a corpse, yet able to speak, able to fight.
The Western Thunder King!
In the entire Netherworld, he was the only being who was active.
On the way here, they hadn’t even noticed his existence; they hadn’t even seen the tumultuous dark clouds in front of them, which were as chaotic as they churned, thunder roaring through heaven and earth.
Yet, they had somehow overlooked it entirely.
Su He was startled and then pleased, but he quickly transmitted a message to Ji Feixue, “Be careful, this is him, at least an Immortal Sovereign, don’t be disrespectful, my wife… but you don’t have to belittle yourself.”
This being had broken out of the Netherworld in ancient times, able to face off against the Big Witch of the Yuan Sovereign Clan!
If it weren’t for Su He being too weak to sustain the passage, allowing him only to strike three times, Su He suspected he could have exploded the Big Witch on the spot!
Just as Su He finished transmitting his message, he saw the Western Thunder King on the throne nod slightly at Ji Feixue, as if he wanted to bow his hands but did not lift his arms.
Su He: “???”
Bowing in greeting?
That’s backwards, isn’t it?
He looked at Ji Feixue in astonishment, only to see her eyes were also full of surprise.
Ji Feixue returned the greeting and was about to ask a question when she saw the Western Thunder King’s gaze already falling on the toad on the top of Su He’s head.
He just quietly watched it.
The toad raised its head to meet his gaze, “Do you recognize me?”
The Western Thunder King didn’t speak, his gaze returning to Su He.
Su He bowed his head slightly, “I have seen the elder before.”
“Go back!” Su He had barely spoken when the Western Thunder King’s creaky voice came through.
Su He looked up in astonishment.
Did this being have a problem with him?
“Go back!” the Western Thunder King’s voice brooked no argument.
In the silence that followed, Su He said, “I apologize for disturbing you, elder.
We are currently trapped under the Phoenix Tomb in the Netherworld and cannot find our way back.
We opened the Netherworld Passage to seek you out.”
After Su He had spoken, a beam of dark light flew from the throne towards them, transforming into a rusty broken sword in front of him in an instant.
“Go back!” The Western Thunder King’s withered voice came again.
Before they could react, the rust on the broken sword flashed, and it swept them back towards the way they came, passing through the Netherworld Passage in an instant, returning to the Phoenix Tomb Ghost.
The rust settled back onto the broken sword.
A broken voice whispered in Su He’s ear, “Be good to her…!”
Su He was taken aback, looking at Ji Feixue only to see that she too was clearly startled and then glanced at him, obviously having received some transmission as well.
He wanted to ask, but since it was a transmission, it was clearly not meant to be known by others.
Now was not a good time to be nosy.
After returning, he would ask his wife about it; given that tens of thousands of years had passed, there should be no secrets left.
But the Western Thunder King knows Ji Feixue, doesn’t he?
Or perhaps—the Scholar?
Tai Ancestor said her father’s identity was extremely high-ranking, and Su He couldn’t imagine, just how high could it be if Tai Ancestor himself mentioned it?
As she puzzled over this, she saw the Broken Sword’s light flash, and it had already turned into a dark beam shooting up into the Nine Heavens and vanished from sight.
Leaving her with no chance to pursue it.
“Could the sword be going to find the Phoenix Ancestor?” A strange thought arose in Su He’s Heart.
If it had the ability to find the Phoenix Ancestor, why not just take them out directly?
Su He turned around, closing the Netherworld Passage.
Once again she looked at Ji Feixue, “Wait?”
Apart from venturing into the Phoenix Tomb, it seemed waiting was the only option.
Ji Feixue took her gaze back from the Nine Heavens, without answering the question, she looked at Su He and asked in a clear voice, “Does understanding my Dragon Body transformation benefit you?”
Caught off guard, Su He subconsciously nodded.
Ji Feixue’s transformation between Dragon and Human Body shared some similarities with the Xuan Wu Human Transformation; comprehending it thoroughly would make her path of the Xuan Wu even smoother—not just for the Xuan Wu, but the future cultivation of the White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and the like would also be much smoother.
“I will teach you,” Ji Feixue’s voice was cool and detached.
…
In the Netherworld, the Western Thunder King sat on his throne.
The moment he cast out Su He and Ji Feixue, the dark clouds underneath him suddenly began to boil like hot oil.
The swirling dark clouds cleaved through half of the Netherworld, within them raged the silhouette of primordial fierce beasts, as though demons of ancient times were about to emerge.
Within the somber clouds, shadowy figures flickered, and one roared in the direction of the Netherworld Gate.
In an instant within the Netherworld, the ground cracked like an eggshell, as if a colossal creature was about to burst from the earth.
As the earth fractured, the figures within the dark clouds grew clearer, bellowing and charging towards the exterior of the clouds, seeking to break through and pursue Su He and Ji Feixue.
With one swipe, it reached out across the dark clouds, extending its paw towards the Netherworld Gate.
But at that moment, the Western Thunder King pressed his palm down on the throne, uttering a single word: “Suppress!”
Instantly there was a peal of thunder, and the tumultuous dark clouds grew still.
The entity that sought to break free was forcefully suppressed by him, only roaring and howling behind the clouds.
Across the land where remnants of battlefields lay, spirits connected by war intent formed a formation, suppressing the ground.
Shadows surfaced within the battlefield, all resembling the ghost creatures that tried to flee the Netherworld via the passage opened by Su He, their bodies battered, patting the Broken Swords on the Armor across their chests.
Gathered into an army, they marched step by step, their movements uniform, each stride shaking the earth.
Like nails being hammered in, they again quelled the trembling ground.
From beneath the earth, a sobbing wind intertwined with the roaring in the clouds, and if one listened closely—it seemed to be saying:
Mystery Yellow… shall perish!
…
Throughout All Heavens and Myriad Realms, amidst the cracks of the worlds, tens of thousands of Yuan Sovereign Clan clansmen looked up simultaneously.
All had shock etched across their faces.
“Mystery Yellow… shall perish?”
At that moment, it was as though the voice emanated from deep within their bloodlines.
The Yuan Sovereign Clan clansmen’s breathing grew rapid.
The Yuan Sovereign Clan had long since fallen, utterly defeated in the great war with Mystery Yellow, nearly annihilated.
They now lived like rats in the world’s crevices.
Not just this faction—other clansmen of the Yuan Sovereign Clan were not better off, whether trapped in places like the Great Sun Tomb or shielded by others with good intentions.
Or else, through desperate measures, purging their own bloodline; breaking off their single horns, chopping off their hooves, attempting to pass off as part of the Human Race, eking out a survival.
With the disappearance of their kings, the Yuan Sovereign Clan had long lost all possibilities.
Even the All Heavens had started to forget them.
Yet at that moment, a call resonated from deep within their bloodlines.
The one who could call through the bloodline was…
THE Ancestor!
It was the Yuan Sovereign Clan’s Ancestor!
Not some great-grandfather from generations ago, but the true, original Ancestor—the source of the Yuan Sovereign Clan’s bloodline!
Tens of thousands of Yuan Sovereign clansmen, ninety percent of whom didn’t know what was happening, but a small number who understood the reason, immediately became excited.
The Ancestor was not dead!
He was still here!