1087: Chapter 318: Heaven Seeks to Destroy It_3 1087: Chapter 318: Heaven Seeks to Destroy It_3 Ji Feixue shook her head, “Wait!”
A trace of space fluctuation suggested numerous potential teleportation locations, easily dozens of them.
From the southern heavens to the northern lands, and across the eighteen floors of the Wind Creation Tower, each floor was a world in itself.
Here, one’s gaze and divine sense were limited.
To conduct a carpet search would take a hundred years without the guarantee of completion!
“Wait?” Feng Si was astonished.
She regarded Ji Feixue’s calm and steady demeanor with some surprise.
It seemed that the girl had thrown all her problems into the lap of her little lover.
Since when did the commanding Ji Feixue have the mindset to rely on a man?
Seemingly aware of what she was thinking, Ji Feixue glanced at her, “He will find his way here.”
After saying those words, Ji Feixue herself was slightly startled.
The feeling of depending on Su He…
it truly wasn’t rejected in her heart…
It felt natural!
Just like how Su He had taken care of her diet and daily life all these days.
She hadn’t been used to it at first, but gradually it had become the norm.
Thinking of that turtle, that fellow who sneakily wanted to hold her hand, Ji Feixue’s lips curved slightly, a hint of a smile rising.
Her hand twirled the sealed Marriage Certificate, and a fierce chill flashed across her eyes.
Big Ease!
A cold light streaked across Ji Feixue’s eyes, and suddenly her sword slashed forward, tearing through the yellow sand.
A putrid stench wafted from beneath as a centipede as large as a street arching out, struggling briefly before collapsing motionless on the desert sands.
The light in its five sun-eclipsing eyes faded.
An exotic beast of the five-ecliptic kind nearly mythical in the outside world, this one buried underground.
The yuan qi it had accumulated could sustain a sizable sect for tens of thousands of years.
Ji Feixue looked around.
She could feel the surge of breath and endless exotic beasts converging in this direction.
Feng Si looked down at her, “Still waiting?”
“Wait!” Ji Feixue killed a bat as large as a pond with another pinpoint strike, her voice unaltered.
…
Below the three-fold floors of the tower, a phoenix’s true fire surged to the sky above, carrying intricate symbols as if etched into it.
Su He’s pure gold phoenix’s true fire blasted right into the empty space left at the center of the symbols.
The true fire, empowered by the symbols, collided, burning a hole through the sky itself.
In that instant, Cloud Illumination let out a cry, carrying Su He through the breach.
The sound of a clear spring echoed.
Both turned their heads just in time to see a waterfall, and beneath it, a cobblestone emitting a white glow deflecting the phoenix’s true fire.
The cobblestone, with a hole no larger than the head of a pin, healed back to its original state.
The previous ice and snow world was merely under a cobblestone!
From the outside, the cobblestone didn’t seem to have any distinguishing features.
Emerging from the cobblestone, they could see in the distant land, a golden light piercing through the upper and lower floors.
Su He turned back, tilting his head as he eyed the cobblestone, eager to try.
He heard Cloud Illumination’s voice, “Don’t jinx it!
That is a part of Wind Creation Tower.
Leave a mark, and later we can come back to treasure hunt.
If you want to take the whole thing, you’d have to sever part of Wind Creation Tower.
Thai Zu might manage that, but you…
it’s good to be alive, don’t court death.”
Su He noted that Cloud Illumination was only momentarily startled and discomposed the moment he knew his identity.
Flight had not been long yet he had already adapted to the role of grandfather.
Being twenty thousand years old wasn’t considered ancient among the Divine God Beasts.
But having lived year after year, he was indeed an antique.
Older than several of the Ten Major Immortal Doors.
In such a span of time, countless immortal families and dynasties could have risen and fallen.
As two birds traversed through the layers, they flew straight to the center.
Speeding towards a reunion with Worship Granny and the others.
On the upper level, four people besieged the Free Bodhisattva on that floor.
In the Extreme West Land, amidst the ruins of broken walls and columns, one could discern that this place was once a Buddhist temple.
The temple was dotted with towering Buddha statues.
Time had passed for so long that each statue had become its own small ecosystem.
In the palm of a hand lifting a flower, atop a head blessed with a fleshy protuberance, within the crease of a shoulder or fold of a robe, there grew pine and cypress trees, so lush that even ponds with fish swimming in them could be found.
A grey falcon made its nest atop a head bun, defecating at will, and the accumulation of its droppings turned the Buddha’s hair a dappled white.
The Buddhas stood immovable as mountains, expressions of compassion, suffering, joy, or nonchalance—all varying and indifferent to the creatures thriving upon them.
Below one such statue, the Free Bodhisattva wandered like a lost spirit, delving beneath the earth, collecting a variety of materials from the underground palace, holding and forming, setting up arrays!
The original body had begun to gather greed, hatred, and delusion tens of thousands of years ago, shaping him.
Tens of thousands of years of preparation was certainly not to be underestimated, but it had fallen somewhat behind the times.
The original body had likely not foreseen that the marriage certificate, which had been missing for a million years, would appear in this era, let alone that there would be someone in the world who could master the Power of Time!
That young man’s origin was unknown; he appeared out of nowhere, with no past and no future, just like Ji Feixue, with an unpredictable fate, an incalculable hexagram.
Even those with the gift of reading destiny could not see through his past or future.
His Tao Cultivation was strangely peculiar to the extreme, and even he could not discern what Boundary Status the young man truly held.
He seemed like Stepping Sky Five-fold, yet he displayed none of the characteristic signs of one advancing through the successive levels of Stepping Sky.
But that flesh body—truly perfect and flawless!
Moreover, on his body was an inexplicable Tao Rhythm.
On closer inspection, that rhythm was ancient and elusive, bearing some resemblance to the Tao Ancestor’s Finger Bone—the Dragon clan and Ji Tianchen vied over the Tao Ancestor’s Finger Bone, drawing the attention of All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms.
He was able to peer through the seals to see the finger bone, sensing its Tao Rhythm.
As the Taoist Ancestor and the Buddha were on par, and considering this child’s deeds at Spirit Mountain, he actually managed to reshape the Boundary Stones!
His origin was likely somewhat connected to the Buddha—not that he could be the reincarnation of Buddha himself, for if Buddha reincarnated, he would shine too brilliant a light, one that All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms could not obstruct.
Perhaps he was a relic of Buddha?
A Divine Skill of Buddha?
A Life Bound Magic Treasure?
Someone like that, reborn as a human being.
Regardless, he wanted that body—the Free Bodhisattva craved it!
No need to seize it completely, just to cut it in half and blend it into the resurrected body would suffice!
With that body and the Fairy Ascension Platform imbued with the aura of Ancient Times, and perhaps even more ancient times, the certainty of pushing open the Fairy Sect’s door would increase another notch.
And yet, to obtain his body, to use it but slightly, the marriage certificate could become his and Ji Feixue’s.
Then, by killing Ji Feixue, it would be his alone to possess—a much more convenient approach than to erase the innate names on the marriage certificate and forcefully refine it.
Even obtaining the young man’s flesh body could potentially enable him to scheme against the Dragon Turtle and the Phoenix Clan.
This young man could use the Divine Skills of these two clans extremely smoothly!
“Amitabha Buddha!” At the thought of such ingenious possibilities, the Free Bodhisattva pressed his palms together and chanted the Buddha’s name.
Taking the flesh body and slaying Ji Feixue would not be effortless tasks unless the original body could come—but the original body could not come, for it was being assaulted!
He would first need to resurrect using the Fairy Ascension Platform, forcefully suppress that young man, then spend a cycle of sixty years refining the corpse and initially merging with it, and when the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky next opened, utilize the Fairy Ascension Platform again for a complete integration.
If so, the resurrection plan needed to be altered.
He pondered thus, his gaze turning eastward.
The Fairy Ascension Platform would manifest there this time.
For an ordinary Cultivator, they could only guess at where the Fairy Ascension Platform might descend based on the direction of the energy within their Tao cultivation place, but to the Free Bodhisattva, one glance was enough to discern exactly where it would appear.
His movements hastened slightly.
After the conclusion of the Fairy Ascension Platform, to fight for the young man’s flesh body, he would likely face a siege by four individuals, and he needed to plan very carefully.
Moreover, for the resurrection at the Fairy Ascension Platform, planning was necessary—the Wind Creation Tower was unique, and the Yuan Qi scattered by the platform differed from other Tao cultivation places.
If he could drive others away, the entire Fairy Ascension Platform would serve his purposes, and the body resurrected thereby would be even more formidable…
The Free Bodhisattva mused, his eyes a little hazy.