Chapter 511

Inside the peculiar golden mirror, the Little Red Pagoda and the Old Gourd stared at each other.

The Divine Sovereign actually still has such a miraculous treasure, it can actually absorb spirit objects into the mirror. Moreover, the outside world still cannot perceive what is inside the mirror! Listening to the continual collapsing rumble from outside

"These people really deserve to die! How dare they destroy the Divine Sovereign's palace!"

The Little Red Pagoda cursed and swore, obviously very angry, but before it could finish speaking, it was pulled into the precious pearl.

The Yellow Springs Old Ancestor, who had almost completely destroyed this place, suspiciously scanned the area, but found no trace, and then left in anger.

After a while, there was no sound anymore.

"Left?"

"Left, right?"

"Really left?"

"Really left, right?"

The surroundings were quiet; the Little Red Pagoda and the Old Gourd's whispered conversation was extremely obvious. Suddenly the covered mirror trembled slightly, and a white light flew out from it: "Ah, outside is better."

The Little Red Pagoda and the Old Gourd that flew out from the mirror were extremely delighted, but they were still curious about how Yunhe knew this mirror could conceal their traces.

However, this place is not safe; under the Little Red Pagoda's guidance, one person and two spirits headed toward the main hall, only to see the vast divine palace city, now everywhere broken walls and wreckage, a sight of devastation. Seeing the Little Red Pagoda trembling slightly ahead, as if enduring with great effort, Yunhe frowned slightly; indeed, a tool spirit that has given birth to spiritual intelligence can no longer be wholly used as a mere tool, and for these lifeless structures, it actually produced feelings akin to anger. If the token had not yet fallen into Yunhe's hands, perhaps the Little Red Pagoda could still do something; however, there are many late Nascent Soul cultivators, and without Yunhe taking the token, they probably could not withstand the encirclement of the crowd.

The Vermilion Bird Secret Realm journey counts as Yunhe's first contact with these innate tool spirits of higher spiritual intelligence; previously, the Azure Luan was an acquired tool spirit, and clearly the two are quite different.

Acquired tool spirits can erase emotions and memories, but some instinctive things remain deeply engraved in their souls, like a washed ink painting.

Innate tool spirits, like Ling'er, need to learn slowly, like a piece of uncut jade; after careful carving and polishing, they will develop deep bonds and emotions with their master. After passing along a long imperial road, before them appeared a tower with red walls and green tiles, flying eaves and upturned corners, seven stories high; it seemed that as long as they passed through the white jade square in front of the tower, they could reach Boom.

Hearing the repeated rumbling sounds, the Little Red Pagoda immediately sped up, heading toward the white jade square.

Only see on the white jade square, two towering white jade lions were fighting with a group of cultivators.

One of the white jade lions was being corroded by fierce fire, yet it paid no heed, lunging at the enormous tiger king before it, regardless of how the other demon beasts beside it attacked.

"Roar!"

A mighty roar shook the white jade lion, making it somewhat dizzy; the Howling Mountain Tiger King seized the opportunity, waving its claws and tearing off a large chunk of flesh from the white jade lion.

Under the siege of the myriad demons, the white jade lion swayed on the verge of collapse; bright red blood flowed from its pure white body, like a bewitching blood jade, trembling as it let out a painful roar.

Meanwhile, the other white jade lion fared no better; its jade-like body was covered in wounds, and moreover, yellowish fluid like leeches was eroding the wounds.

The Daoist Mystic Void's whisk in hand tightly wound around this white jade lion's neck, preventing it from moving even half a step forward; moreover, he incessantly used Talisman Script, leaving various shallow wounds on the lion's massive body.

The Rakshasa Old Monster was even worse, embracing the white jade lion's forelegs with both hands, actually trying to forcibly throw it to the ground; its stalwart muscles were full of exaggerated explosive power, and in an instant it actually caused the white jade lion to lose its balance.

Unlike the goal of the demon cultivators, Mystic Void Daoist and company rather wanted to tame this white jade lion; know that this white jade lion is a top-tier spirit beast of the Watching Sect's Sanctuary, not only long-lived but also able to understand human nature.

The Divine Sovereign of Nanming Li Fire has already passed away for who knows how long, yet these two beasts still guard the secret realm, resisting invading enemies, which shows their loyalty: "Stop!"

Suddenly a loud shout drew everyone's attention, causing them to turn back.

Only see a crimson small tower floating in midair, crimson light flashing: "Since you wish to enter, I shall grant you!"

Without waiting for others to react, the seven-story tower suddenly emitted a crimson light identical to that of the small tower; the next second, only two dying white jade lions remained on the white jade square.

Yunhe did not closely follow the Little Red Pagoda into the square; this is the Little Red Pagoda's home, and he is actually just one among many bandits. Therefore, he had no need to fight other bandits over these.

"Roar!"

Sensing Yunhe's approach, the dying white jade lion still let out a warning roar.

Only see a person and a beast just exchanged a glance, and the white jade lion fainted; Yunhe's eyes lost a speck of five-colored residual light, and he stored both beasts in the precious pearl. If these two beasts were at their peak, with Yunhe's current methods, he would probably find them quite troublesome; perhaps it would be better not to involve oneself in this karma, but people always are affected by some trivial matters and then make a choice whose consequences they do not know. "Young master, thank you."

The Old Gourd, from the moment he just rushed along, remained silent like the Little Red Pagoda; he also did not actively ask Yunhe to save the white jade lion, but Yunhe's actions still made him feel somewhat grateful.

Yunhe slightly turned his body aside, ignoring the Old Gourd's thanks, aloof to an extraordinary degree.

"Young master, rest assured, I will do my best to persuade them."

It seemed that his repressed emotions had been relieved, and for a moment he actually started chattering again; looking at the tower before him, Yunhe felt that the token he had previously obtained was heating up, as if it had a close connection with the tower before him.

At this point, he finally had time to study the token; all the great cultivators who posed a threat to him had been stored inside the tower.

When his divine sense slowly entered the token, a strong burning sensation surged instantly; even with Yunhe's divine sense strength, he could barely endure it.

Seeing Yunhe's face gradually turning red and hot, the Old Gourd, knowing the situation, closed his mouth; somewhat worriedly looking at Yunhe's current state, which was not good, large beads of sweat slid down from his forehead, and his complexion also began to gradually become ferocious: "Drink!"

"Ha ha." After a loud shout, Yunhe panted violently; at this moment he could still feel the pain in his divine sense, and he couldn't help sighing, this Divine Sovereign's gift is really not easy to accept.

Fortunately, Yunhe successfully obtained the token's acknowledgment, finally leaving his divine sense imprint on the token.

Perhaps influenced by the token, Yunhe's desire to enter the tower gradually increased; he could even hear some indistinct whispers. After a simple breath adjustment of his current state, Yunhe drove the token to communicate with the tower, and then turned into a crimson light beam that was absorbed into the tower.

——————I am the dividing line——————

"What about that turtle?"

In a cave dwelling within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, a furry bear shouted, looking extremely displeased; with one palm it sent the nearby small table flying, shattering medicine bottles across the floor, frightening the maid beside it into continuous screams as she shivered in the corner.

"What are you shouting for!"

The Proud Bear glared at these pitiful mermaid maids, as if it would eat them alive in the next second: "Squeak—"

"Who is it?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the Proud Bear turned his head and shouted, but upon meeting the icy gaze of the Second Young Master, he immediately lowered his head like a pickled radish.

Bai Zhanwu waved his hand to dismiss the frightened maid, and looked at the Proud Bear with interest.

"Second Young Master, our side's affairs have gone poorly; please punish us."

Having said that, he directly knelt before the Second Young Master. According to the Proud Bear's estimate, if it were before, the Second Young Master would most likely comfort him a bit, then bestow some rewards, and afterwards let him rest and recover from his injuries.

But this time the Second Young Master seemed somewhat different; what was different? In the Proud Bear's big head, he felt a spot the size of a jujube seed faintly warming up.

He realized! Today's Second Young Master seemed not very happy. "It's over, it's over; surely I've let the young master lose face."

Hearing the footsteps drawing ever closer, the Proud Bear's mind was in a jumble, thinking over and over again all the things that might make the Second Young Master angry.

He also couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only silently curse the spirit turtle for sneaking an attack (Yunhe: Ah Qiu).

"Awake?"

Bai Hanwu's icy voice seemed to carry an electric current, making even the kneeling Ang Xiong's fur stand on end a bit, "Yes, Young Master Xie cares."

Ang Xiong didn't dare lift his head, his fluffy butt sticking up high, "Shegui, you've walked quite close with me."

Ang Xiong's ears, lying flat, instantly perked up; the young master didn't blame him for the mishap, but instead asked about Shegui. "Reporting to the young master, we often meet for a couple of drinks."

Bai Hanwu grabbed Ang Xiong's thick scalp, lifting his huge bear head to stare straight into his own eyes.

"I've heard that Elder Chongwen thinks highly of him, and you often drink with him."

Ang Xiong heard this, his pupils instantly dilated, with a "gulong" sound, he hard-pressed swallowed a mouthful of saliva from his dry throat, his two bear paws pressed together as if pleading.

"Ang Xiong has absolutely no second thoughts toward the Second Young Master, absolutely none!"

Only then did Bai Hanwu's face reveal a grim smile, slowly releasing Ang Xiong's head.

"Tomorrow we'll head to Huanhu Dao to properly interface with Heavenly Yao City's rules."

Having said that, he left Ang Xiong's cave dwelling, leaving only Ang Xiong still trembling slightly on the spot. The next morning, sunlight filtered through the thin clouds, shining on a black turtle shell, as a few red-beaked birds cleaned the stubborn green moss off the shell.

Since learning of the existence of a Fifth Level monster that day, Yunhe has often felt a bit uneasy; with his current strength, opposing Heavenly Yao City is unthinkable.

However, now that they've merely sent a young master from an aristocratic clan, it shows Heavenly Yao City doesn't actually place much importance on it; what the Bai-surnamed person says is likely half-truth, half-false, with some water added. Yunhe's wealth certainly holds great appeal for a Fourth Level monster, but it definitely isn't enough to move a Fifth Level monster.

Basking in the sun, Yunhe pondered how he could avoid arousing suspicion from the Bai-surnamed person while exchanging all these magical treasures for monster pellets or spiritual medicines.

Ah, this Bai-surnamed person can't be killed right now, for unlike the lone cultivator with a Cultivator Body, this monster physique is the foundation he built himself; would the Bai-surnamed person's life be exchanged for Huanhu Dao's estate? Such a losing deal, Yunhe won't do it. But if he keeps looming over Yunhe's head, sooner or later he'll discover the island's secrets, and those spiritual plants won't stay hidden. As for the origin of the magical treasures, that's easily explained—just a personal opportunity, four words to brush it off.

Could he possibly stuff Huanhu Dao, island and all, into the Luotian Mysterious-color Gourd? Although the Spirit Turtle clan had been placed inside the gourd and brought back to Huanhu Dao, at present no small thousand-world has formed yet; for a short time it's fine, but if these subordinates were to survive long-term inside the Luotian Mysterious-color Gourd, it would be a great impediment to their growth.

Or perhaps store them in the pearl? Yunhe thought. The inner world of the Five Elements Nurturing Spirit Pearl is now large enough, with sufficient spiritual energy, even conducive to the growth of spiritual plants, but he cannot scoop up Huanhu Dao; he can only have the little monsters bring the spiritual plants inside.

If he were to flee someday, that could work, but for now it seems not yet the time. However, he could gradually start a relocation plan. Just as Yunhe was mulling things over, a somewhat familiar figure slowly approached Huanhu Dao, standing before its grand formation, hesitating.

"Yun brother, from now on we're family; the Second Young Master sent us to get close to you, and by the way, to tell you some matters that need to be handled in Heavenly Yao City."

Looking at the beaming Ang Xiong before him, Yunhe had no intention of letting him in; whatever needed to be said could be said outside the formation just as well.

Ang Xiong chattered on and on, reporting things like the number of his underling monsters, how many spiritual herbs to hand over each month based on the heads collected, and so on; also matters like demarcating territory, attending the monthly assembly, reporting when in closed-door cultivation, etc. This made the DNA lurking in Yunhe's memory twitch—how could it resemble some of his pre-soul-transmigration memories so closely? Could the architects of Heavenly Yao City's rules also be transmigrants? Yunhe felt speechless.

Seeing Ang Xiong finally finish speaking, yet he still lingered, unwilling to leave, "Hehe, Yun brother, the Second Young Master let me stay a little while at your place."

Looking at the simple-smiling, hand-rubbing sturdy man before him, Yunhe said nothing.

Yunhe remained silent, and the embarrassment fell on Ang Xiong, who had heard from the Black Crow how formidable Yunhe was; now he dared neither to enter nor to return. In the end, Yunhe sent Ang Xiong away on the pretext that there were no spare dwellings on the island.

Who would have thought that upon hearing this, Ang Xiong wasn't angry at all; instead, he waddled over to Huanhu Dao's vicinity, found a cave, and slipped inside.

Night fell, a round moon hung in the black sky like a small bowl, not very bright.

Yunhe basked in the moonlight on the new sunbathing platform; the moon of the Yao Shou Shijie always seemed far away, and he didn't know whether it resembled the moon of his previous world—a pockmarked planet.

Actually, it wasn't overly sentimental, after all he'd been in this world for so long. Time—like a quick knife, slow grind—had unknowingly severed his attachment to that world.

The big and small monsters on the island had mostly fallen asleep; occasionally a predator and its prey would come out to forage, and Yunhe also narrowed his eyes, relaxing his mind.

"Ha hu. Hu lu ha."

From somewhere came a snore like thunder; Yunhe even felt his head vibrating, this snore practically comparable to a divine sense attack.

(End of chapter)