1226: Chapter 362 Netherworld_3 1226: Chapter 362 Netherworld_3 I remember now!
I remember everything!
No wonder!
No wonder Tai Zu appeared back then and helped him with a slap that brought down the great sun.
No wonder the Fourth Elder had Dragon Turtle Clan Armadillo on him!
No wonder the Fourth Elder could use the Dragon Turtle Divine Power.
The Fourth Elder was a transformed Dragon Turtle all along!
This form, this Spirit Snake.
This is Xuan Wu (Black Tortoise)!
“Yo!
Drum beater, how have you been?” Su He greeted, with his dragon whiskers fluttering.
“Back to the Fourth Elder, everything is as usual.” The Ascending Immortal Drum suppressed its excitement and respectfully said, “Only, without the Fourth Elder for seventy-three thousand years, the world seemed incomplete.”
It must be an illusion caused by my not having complete memories.
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Xuanzhen on the donkey beside him and frowned—how dare he ride alongside the Fourth Ancestor!
He wanted to scold, but then he relaxed his frown.
This little Bull Nose must not know the Fourth Elder’s identity; otherwise, how dare he be impolite?
He glared at Xuanzhen: “Get off your mount!
You are beside the Fourth Elder, a direct disciple of the Taoist Ancestor, one of the Fourth Ancestors of Guiwang Mountain!”
Boom!
Her voice was like a thunderclap on a clear day, ringing in everyone’s ears at the scene.
Let alone the disciples of Guiwang Mountain, even the Dragon Turtles and Phoenixes were stunned.
Only the Red Ancestor and Worship Granny felt a kind of schadenfreude, as if their mood had lightened.
Finally, it’s your turn to be astonished!
The crowd from Guiwang Mountain was dumbstruck; to them, this news was far more shocking than it was to everyone else.
It was like the Dragon Turtles suddenly hearing the news—Su He is the biological son of Tai Zu.
Even the Xuanzhen Teachings Master’s breathing became irregular: “Is what the elder sister said…
true?”
“Of course, it’s true.” The Ascending Immortal Drum hadn’t spoken yet when a voice came from the void.
A Taoist with the appearance of a child but with white hair rode a Yellow Bull out from the void, step by step.
“Tao Master!” Xuanzhen Taoist immediately straightened his robes, dismounted from the donkey, and bowed in greeting.
The Tao Master nodded slightly, then looked towards Su He, got off the bull, and said with a clasped hand salute, “I am Huai Yu, Third, and I pay my respects to the Fourth Elder.”
Third is the family name, and Huai Yu was the Tao Master’s name during his secular life.
Su He nodded in return: “I’ve seen the Tao Master.”
Perhaps because I’ve seen too many Immortal sovereigns…
Seeing the Tao Master, my heart remained unmoved.
“It took seventy-three thousand years to come to see the Fourth Elder, I hope the Fourth Elder forgives my tardiness.”
Su He shook his head with a light laugh: “I should have gone to pay a visit to the Tao Master.
It was just that the time for my return was near, and the schedule was too tight.
I apologize for not having paid my respects.”
A direct disciple of the Taoist Ancestor is equal in rank to the Tao Master.
But there is also a matter of seniority, and moreover—
“May I ask the Tao Master, have we met before?”
The Tao Master gave Su He a feeling of familiarity, just like…
the Netherworld King!
Could it be that he inherited the legacy of the Netherworld King?
Or did the Netherworld King have a contingency with the Tao Master?
The Tao Master chuckled: “If I remember correctly, it should be the first time meeting the Fourth Elder—if the Fourth Elder had returned to the past and met me in secret before my cultivation, then I wouldn’t know.”
Beside him, Xuanzhen had already alighted from his donkey, contemplating in his heart that their previous guesses were all wrong, Su He…
the ancestral master could break through time!
The sect had an obscure record that states: “Knocking on the door first three times, another three times, and yet another three times.” This matter might just be a record of something that happened seventy-three thousand years ago.
It’s vague and unclear, not knowing what’s being recorded.
Now, combining this scenario, is it not likely the scene of Su He returning to the past and ringing the Ascending Immortal Drum?
Yet why had everyone forgotten about this matter?
Only remembering it when Su He returned this time.
As he pondered, he saw Tai Zu chuckling, with a hairpin rising above his head, that hairpin a point in the starry sky.
Then streams of stars scattered as if a curtain shrouding the sun and sky had dissipated.
Greater Powers that survived from seventy-three thousand years ago suddenly looked up.
Memories returned.
But not everyone reacted; for some, it was just suddenly recalling something from seventy-three thousand years ago—a passing sentiment.
But for those who were familiar with Su He seventy-three thousand years ago and deeply knew him in the present, the memories that suddenly returned, coupled with the current scene, they came to a stunning conclusion after a little deduction.
In an instant, a myriad of intentions crisscrossed through the void, probing in all directions.
Crossing through time and being a direct disciple of the Taoist Ancestor, either piece of news would disrupt the heavens, and at this moment, Su He’s reputation truly incited a monumental tidal wave in the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
It wasn’t until this moment that the people of Guiwang Mountain slowly came to their senses.
The Xuanquan Taoist stood with his mouth agape, not knowing where his chicken leg had flown off to, but he couldn’t care less.
Beside him, Elder Ge hadn’t grasped the situation and whispered: “Old man, my disciple…”
“Shut up!” The Xuanquan Taoist urgently reprimanded in a whispered voice, cutting off his message: “This is our ancient ancestor!”
All Taoist practices originate from Wang Mountain.
Other Sects joining Guiwang Mountain have never been seen as traitors but rather share in the glory—just like the current Qingyuan Gate, although just a minor Sect, who would dare touch it?
Just a bit of slag from Elder Ge’s hand would be enough for Qingyuan Gate to thrive for three hundred years.
With this precedent, how could the relationship between the Fourth Ancestor and his disciple at Qingyuan Gate ever override the relationship with Guiwang Mountain?
How can one confuse cause and effect?
Talk of grand-disciples…
Banish such wicked thoughts!
Which grandchild has the audacity to think this, would become an irreconcilable enemy of Wang Mountain!
Wanting to make the Taoist Ancestor your elder?
Likely, the next moment, an insurmountable chasm would descend.
The Xuanquan Taoist shrank his neck and dared not speak, not daring to draw any attention.
Elder Ge’s eyes were filled with complexity; the Turtle Kid he only needed to support had reached such heights?
Having a casual conversation with the Tao Master?
As he thought this, he saw the Turtle glancing over here, its eyes lighting up as it waved its claw: “Tea…”