Chapter 68: Gathering

"Ten years, twenty years, depends on who you want to kill." Seeing Pei Ye scrubbed his back.

"What, went out for a trip and picked up some divine art?" The old man chuckled low.

Seeing Pei Ye paused. This hit his sore spot. He had gone out for the Dantian Seed, but this seed was alive; it had circled around in his stomach and then run off somewhere else.

"I heard people say the Dantian Seed can grow back." Seeing Pei Ye said.

"What kind of nonsense is that? This thing is one per person. If it's gone, it's gone. If you want one, you can only find another."

"Really, have you heard of 'Biling'?" Seeing Pei Ye said.

The old man was stunned: "Where did you hear that?"

"People from outside said it." Seeing Pei Ye wrung out the towel and started scrubbing the old man's chest, "Zhu Gaoyang came to find it. And that night when you were asleep, Ming Qitian also asked me about it."

"What kind of people are they? Never heard of them."

"Zhu Gaoyang is two hundred and ninety-sixth on the Crane List."

"Oh."

"Ming Qitian is third on the Crane List."

"Hmm!"

"See? You haven't heard of them because your knowledge is outdated. People say 'Biling' can make the Dantian Seed regenerate. Whoever loses their Dantian Seed can grow another one after practicing this martial art."

"...'Biling' doesn't just conjure one out of thin air." The old man sighed, "But it can indeed solve your problem of not having a Dantian Seed."

"Right."

"You want this martial art?"

"It's a path, isn't it? It's just that, first, there's no news, and second, I definitely can't snatch it from Ming Qitian and the others... and Ming Qitian saved my life, so I don't want to snatch it from her either."

"Fine."

"Fine what?"

"You want 'Biling', that's fine."

"It's fine, but didn't I just say there's no news and I can't snatch it?" Seeing Pei Ye rolled his eyes.

After washing, he carried the old man out to dress him. After pouring out the water and returning to the room, he saw a small black jade cat standing on the windowsill.

"Yo, you know how to come back." Seeing Pei Ye glanced at it.

The black cat had no smile on its face, saying in a cold, calm voice: "I know the purpose of the Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Lord."

Seeing Pei Ye stopped in his tracks: "What?"

"This descent was not a god-invitation by the Candle-World Sect from the beginning, but the Immortal Lord's own instruction."

"!"

"He felt in the dark that there was something here that threatened Him, so He sent a wisp of consciousness to destroy it."

"... What is it?"

"He doesn't know, and neither do I."

"How do you know all this?"

The black cat stretched its claws. Seeing Pei Ye picked it up, and those emerald eyes showed some fatigue: "My consciousness is split into two halves. One part is here; the other part is in the piece of meat that the Qiongqi bit off from under my neck when I was being besieged."

"..."

"At that time, there was no Immortal Lord's consciousness in the Qiongqi's body, so I could hide myself calmly."

"So when Ming Qitian came, you were inside the Qiongqi's body?"

"Yes, I originally intended that if she turned to kill the Qiongqi, I would risk exposure to cooperate with her. As a result, she only saved you." The black cat looked at him quietly.

"Haha."

The black cat snorted coldly: "Don't be happy. If that thing cannot be found, He will destroy everything. Do not doubt it; He truly has this ability."

Seeing Pei Ye became serious: "When?"

"Soon."

"Then what should we do? Find that thing and give it to Him?"

"... Is that what you think?"

"Yeah, if we can't beat Him, we can't really let Him bury all of Fenghuai."

The black cat looked at the youth's clear face and said: "In my opinion, even burying the entire Bowang Prefecture is better than letting Him achieve His purpose."

Xincang Mountain Range.

Raising the perspective to look down from above, a circular, magnificent blue appeared among the mountains. At first glance, it seemed like a lake, but a lake would not be so deep blue and regular; it looked more like a giant gemstone.

As if a bucket of dye had been poured down.

All vegetation, regardless of size, from leaves to branches, was infected by the deep blue. One could not even see a single speck of mixed color in this realm.

The animal portion was equally disastrous. As long as one "spore" entered the food chain, the entire ecosystem could not be spared, let alone thousands of strands falling at the same time.

Every animal infected by the deep blue frantically searched for prey to devour, until they encountered each other, and through fighting and devouring, a more powerful side was born.

In the rapid and frantic "integration," the chirping of birds and insects gradually disappeared, and the entire jungle became pure and dead silent, like a giant blue amber.

At this moment, a decree seemed to descend, and raging fire began to roast this amber. The entire magnificent blue began to dissolve, melt, flow, and gather.

This was a breathtaking sight rarely seen. Thousands of brilliant and diverse living beings all turned into the same substance. This was extinction and destruction, but also rebirth and unity. The most magnificent spectacle was interpreting it with life.

The moment they discovered these traces a few days later would be the first time the Immortal Platform directly recognized this Immortal Lord.

After returning to the Divine Capital, they would promote two old scholars, let them pick up a job that had been abandoned for fifty years, and give them the highest authority to access files.

When these two old men were young, one had proposed that "Dragon Blood" was a type of energy that existed independently, completely different from any substance in the world; the other believed the exact opposite, that it was the "One" after encompassing all substances in the world.

And the miracle happening at this moment was something no one could see.

The deep blue of the entire space gathered into rivers, flowing toward the center. They merged, then compressed, and finally took shape, turning into a human form similar to the Frost Ghost.

Equally tall, equally ferocious, but this form was more majestic and imperial. It was not as slender as the Frost Ghost, but closer to human proportions—just more than doubled in size.

Its scales were black, and ghost fire, mysterious frost, and purple lightning revealed subtle light flames beneath the scales.

In the entire barren land, only He was a living being suspended in the air, the Lord of All Spirits.

The golden pupils shifted slightly to find the direction, and He vanished in a flash, the airflow pulled into a distorted ripple.

And in the sky over Fenghuai, some thin, short blue lines were fluttering in the wind.

When they first rose with the wind, they were wrapped by the mysterious wind, crossing two high mountains at an extremely fast speed.

Now they seemed to have reached their destination, the mysterious wind dissipated, but they were flying too high, kept rolling by the wind, unable to fall.

There were many such companions. Some drifted down halfway, some were caught by trees when hitting high mountains, and some luckily bumped into a bird.

Only a few of them kept drifting and drifting, finally slowly descending above this small city. The small city was built between two high mountains, and the wind was much weaker.

They slowly descended, changing their subtle structures to try to adapt to the wind, striving to bring themselves onto those moving giant food sources.

For companions that were too small, even a slight wind was difficult to resist, and in the end, they could only helplessly resign themselves to fate.

Only a few the size of peanuts achieved their goal.

A farmer taking a break took off his straw hat to wipe his sweat, when suddenly his neck felt itchy. He reached out to slap it, but slapped nothing.

He turned his head to look around: "Dirty flies, at most they can jump for another month." ===== CHAPTER 69 =====