1298: Chapter 382: True Essence of Time Travel_3 1298: Chapter 382: True Essence of Time Travel_3 It is the Tian Emperor in his usual status.
Uh…
Su He was taken aback, did his father-in-law gift him a self-portrait?
Was he that narcissistic?
With a smile, Su He cupped his hands and said, “Thank you, senior brother!”
The palace doors slowly closed.
There was no invitation to enter.
Su He didn’t take it to heart.
He hadn’t decided whether to retrieve the Mystery Yellow Qi on the Floating Island.
His senior sister had reminded him that it would be best to climb the mountain only after reaching Heaven Five-fold.
He was currently only at Four-fold.
Although he had cultivated the White Tiger’s True Body and had trained in the Origin Space, he was not weaker than an ordinary cultivator at Five-fold Heaven.
When Su He met the Netherworld King, he was merely at Three-fold Heaven and did not have the White Tiger Body.
Based on his status at that time, extrapolating to Five-fold Heaven, his combat power would be the same as now.
After bidding farewell to the great hall, Su He descended from Xuanting Mountain and climbed Zhenyou again.
The first time he ascended Zhenyou Mountain was brought up by the Netherworld King, stepping directly on the Yellow Springs and ascending quickly.
He did not walk up step by step.
Having lived here for many days, this was his first-time truly stepping on solid ground to climb the mountain.
Indeed, upon entering Zhenyou, that feeling of treading upon the Origin arose again.
But above the Origin, there was also the unique presence of the Netherworld King.
If Xuanting Mountain is the path of grandeur and imposing heavenly might, climbing the mountain was like facing a monarch.
Then Zhenyou Mountain is profound and mysterious, as if with each step one is approaching an unfathomably deep abyss.
Though from the same mastership, one became the Tian Emperor and the other, the Netherworld King, completely opposite.
It was clear he was ascending a mountain, yet the further he went, the more it felt like he was moving towards an abyss.
The Taoist mark on Su He’s forehead appeared.
Another scene unfolded before his eyes.
This time it was an endless great lake, with the Taoist Ancestor and the Netherworld King walking on the waves.
The Taoist Ancestor let out a deep sigh, “Girl, I’ve decided to take him as my disciple.”
The Netherworld King behind him nodded: “Good!”
This Netherworld King looked completely different from the Baiyin appearance Su He had seen before.
It was her true appearance which was extremely beautiful, yet it always gave Su He a familiar feeling.
Listening to another sigh from the Taoist Ancestor, “Having pulled him from his world, I must plan some security for him.
I am about to enter oblivion, girl…
You are the most meticulous, will you protect his path of Taoism for me?”
The Netherworld King continued walking, her face unchanged: “Good!”
It seemed like she had agreed to something trivial.
The Taoist Ancestor chuckled bitterly twice, “Then his mountain, I will also have you bear a third of it for him, the time needed may be quite long…
very long, very long!”
The Netherworld King still expressionless: “Good!”
The scene suddenly dispersed, leaving only Su He standing dumbstruck atop Zhenyou Mountain.
The scenes just now contained too much information, his brain couldn’t process it all at once.
It took him quite a while to react.
His crossing over was pulled over by the Taoist Ancestor?!
The Taoist Ancestor had known of his existence and had decided on his discipleship early on—so why did I take such great pains to strike the Ascending Immortal Drum nine times?
Shouldn’t the Fairy Drum have sounded nine times by itself as soon as I approached?
Su He stood on the peak of Zhenyou Mountain for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses.
He felt that as he made his way up step by step, the world’s secrets were slowly unraveling.
He let out a breath, suppressing the weird feeling in his heart, and also respectfully saluted towards the Zhenyou Mountain Great Hall.
“Senior sister, after seven hundred and thirty thousand years, I have come again!”
The doors of the great hall didn’t open, and nothing flew out.
Su He pushed against the door to enter, and there was no resistance.
Walking in, it was still the cold and desolate great hall, with purple icy frost everywhere, chilling to the bone.
In front, the White Spirit-like Magical Treasure was still sealed in ice, and hadn’t become unsealed with Su He’s arrival.
Instead, a corridor leisurely extended downwards, but not towards the space of hell that Su He had visited before.
This must be the place of inheritance mentioned by the senior sister, right?
The Netherworld King was straightforward and wouldn’t beat around the bush.
Having told Su He that the legacy was beneath Zhenyou Mountain, he wouldn’t muddle things up and directly opened a passage to wait for Su He to retrieve it.
Following the passage downward, Su He travelled along it and, judging by the distance covered, he already found himself deep under the ground, where he came upon an underground palace.
To call it an underground palace was really just to say it was a naturally formed cavern that had been simply retouched.
Looking at the layout inside the cave, Su He entered through the back door.
There was also a main entrance and outside the main entrance was a test.
If descendants could strike the Ascending Immortal Drum and pass the Moon-Questioning Gate, they would be qualified to enter Zhenyou Mountain as disciples and might inherit this legacy.
But Zhenyou Mountain stood in this place for who knows how many years, yet till this day no one managed to become a disciple of Zhenyou — in fact, no one had ever come inside…
Wait, that’s wrong, someone did come!
On a stalagmite within the heritage cave a few words were carved:
I came, I saw, I did not conquer!
The handwriting was graceful, carrying an air of ease and unconventionality; the characters themselves were unrestrained, roaming freely.
Baiyin!
That guy not only transformed the Magical Treasure left by the Netherworld King into his own likeness but also came to take a stroll around the Heritage Cave of the Netherworld King.
Below the stalagmite, there was an additional line of smaller text:
Hehe, I’ve been here, just leaving a memento!
Such an interesting place, that guy is sure to come.
Hey!
I’ll whisper you a secret, I’ve discovered a fascinating secret here, but I won’t tell you.
If you can’t find it yourself, it just means you’re dumb~
Is this…
leaving a message for him?
The secret discovered here naturally relates to the Netherworld King and the Taoist Ancestor.
Could it be that Baiyin discovered Thai Zu’s true identity?
That girl surely had seen Thai Zu, perhaps even fought with him?
Thai Zu escaped from the hands of the Immortal Sovereign several times; it could very well involve Baiyin’s trickery.
Su He shook his head with a smile.
He wasn’t going to search for any secret message simply because of Baiyin’s note — given that girl’s nature, maybe there was no secret at all.
She might have purposely written it like this so that, once someone took it seriously and dove in, putting in all their efforts to find it, they would likely only find a chicken bone left by Baiyin.
That girl was terribly mischievous!
It’s not that she hadn’t done similar things before.
An Immortal Sovereign elaborately hid a luxurious treasure, spreading treasure maps far and wide.
Then, when cultivators broke through the treasure trove after exhaustive efforts, what they found inside was her casual doodlings…
She was totally capable of such mischief!
Su He looked around.
The legacies of the Netherworld King were abundant, numbering in thousands; if one entered through the main door, various tests would be imposed before they could obtain the legacy.
Su He had no need for such tests, so he inspected the place.
Here, the legacies were categorized into Taoist Scripture, Magic skill, combat techniques, Opening The Heaven…
As numerous as the hairs of an ox.
This place recorded not the Divine God Beast that Open the Heaven, but the tale of the Netherworld King opening the Netherworld.
But although Su He recognized every character, when they were combined together, he could not understand a thing.
Things like the Tuo Tian Return Array, the Tao of Three Yang Three Joints…
The content of the Opening Heaven legacy appeared to be scant, but trying to understand any term in it could have one study for an eternity.
Can’t learn it, can’t learn it!
Moreover, having such a legacy recorded in this manner was absurd!
Su He shook his head and sighed.
The legacies here were innumerable; it was not something one person could inherit.
Even if heavens were merciful, to grant a unique demon-like legacy of an era, without a teacher like the Taoist Ancestor, without the rich and abundant natural environment of that period, it would be impossible to reach the Netherworld King’s stature.
The legacies here, if released, could easily form ten completely different Major Immortal Doors.
Only, many legacies no longer suited the environment of this era.
The paths of the Netherworld King mostly consisted of techniques that required tremendous consumption.
Such expenditure, at the time of the Netherworld King, could be restored in a moment; now it might take four or five days.
Further, what suited a demon-like existence like the Netherworld King didn’t fit the ordinary cultivator.
Even if the legacy was passed on, it would need generations of perfection and supplementation to truly form a system, to establish a sect or a school.
Instead of saying that the Netherworld King relied on Su He to find his successor, it’s more accurate to say this place was like Su He’s personal library.
Su He felt as though he had found an invaluable treasure.