Chapter 238

The young woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, covered in frost and radiating endless cold; Meng Su felt that the chill of the entire world centered on this girl, as if she were the origin of this world.

Meng Su struggled with all his might, finally reaching the girl, and kept stomping his feet; if he stopped for even a moment, he would be frozen to the ground.

Every so often, Meng Su had to burn the blood mist behind his head to generate heat and replenish his body, otherwise he would have been frozen stiff long ago.

Seeing someone approaching from afar, the girl slowly stood up and looked at Meng Su with a scrutinizing gaze.

Meng Su stomped his feet and blew on his hands, tucking them into his sleeves; he had been pretending to be cold before, but now he was truly freezing.

"Miss, are you also planning to leave me here to replace you so that you can leave?"

Meng Su asked, shivering.

The girl did not answer; she looked at Meng Su, who had transformed into Nian Yilao, and at the blood mist behind his head, asking coldly, "Are you from the Asura tribe?"

As the girl opened her mouth, the surrounding temperature suddenly plummeted, freezing Meng Su completely to the ground so that he could not move. Only his eyes and mouth could move; this was likely a function the girl had intentionally left him, allowing him to see and speak, but not to move.

"I hate the Asura," the girl said, and as she finished, a cold wind swirled around, and she shifted instantly to stand before Meng Su, striking his chest with her palm.

If this palm strike landed, Meng Su would surely be shattered into ice shards.

"Wait! Miss, I hate the Asura too. I have a blood feud with them for killing my wife," Meng Su shouted desperately.

The girl's palm stopped two inches from Meng Su's chest, as she felt the resistance of the Demon Heart. If she struck, it would enrage the Demon Heart, and its resurrection would have an incalculable impact on this world.

"Are you a demon?" the girl asked coldly.

"No, I am not a demon. The heart in my chest was something I obtained by chance; it latched onto me. If you have a way to remove it, I'll give it to you. I am human," Meng Su hurriedly clarified.

"Hmph," the girl let out a light laugh, and with that sound, Meng Su felt as if he were bathed in a spring breeze; the feet that had been frozen to the ground thawed, and he could move again.

Meng Su quickly channeled his demonic energy to restore his original appearance.

The girl circled Meng Su with curiosity.

"You are indeed human," the girl said, "but you won't live long either. I need to condense blood into water to replenish my world, and you can only serve as my water source."

"No, please! We are both human. If you need blood, I can give you all my blood puppets to help you replenish your world," Meng Su said, actively trying to save himself.

The girl circled Meng Su twice, her expression growing increasingly solemn; as her mood shifted, the temperature of the entire world dropped further, and Meng Su was frozen to the ground once again.

"Have you practiced the Five Elements Demon Arts?" the girl asked.

"Yes, but I have already severed it. If you have a grudge against the Five Elements Sect, please don't take it out on me; I have no connection to them anymore."

"I want to know, why?"

"Sigh, it's a long story," Meng Su said with a sigh.

"It's fine, we have plenty of time." The girl seemed very interested in the Five Elements Sect and insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Meng Su had no choice but to explain everything from how he obtained the Demon Lord's inheritance and the power of the Five Elements, to why he had to cut off his past.

After Meng Su finished speaking, the girl stood still, as if she had merged into one with the world.

After a long while, the girl sighed and said, "Your life hasn't been easy either. For the sake of us once being from the same sect, I will spare your life. My name is Shuidai. This is my small world, a world I condensed myself, not one refined from a stray world captured from outside. That is why it is dangerous. I use the power of all living things here to suppress this world."

"Ah, you are the Sect Master of the Water Sect? Which generation? You are still alive?" Meng Su asked in surprise.

Suddenly, Meng Su realized the key point in Shuidai's words: this world is very dangerous.

"Isn't this your own Demon Domain? Why is it dangerous?" Meng Su asked.

"You have quite a lot of questions. First, I will answer your first one: I am the Sect Master of the Water Demon Sect, and there is only one; I am the only one. As for Jin Wuyin, whom you just mentioned, she is the third-generation Sect Master of the Gold Demon Sect, and as for the others, who knows how many generations have passed. As for your second question, I cannot answer it; you will naturally know in the future. If you can successfully reach the Senluo Hall, you will understand why this world is dangerous."

Shuidai said slowly.

Holy crap, there was a big fish here after all—the first-generation Water Demon Sect Master, the Water King among the four great Dharma Kings of the Demon Realm, who had been missing for thousands of years, was actually here. She was a Supreme, and a powerful one at that, no weaker than the Human King, Wei Cang.

Over the past few thousand years, Wei Cang had fought countless battles, his origin shattered many times, and he no longer possessed the stature of a Human King.

The Ghost King guarded the Ghost Realm year-round, and the Demon Realm knew very little about him.

The Talisman King was practicing a demonic art and usually walked the Demon Realm in the guise of Yan Chixia, rarely showing his true face.

People all thought the Water King had passed away; who would have guessed she was in the small world of the Left Sect.

This was truly shocking.

"How did you fall into this Nine Springs Tomb? It hasn't been opened to the outside world for thousands of years," Shuidai asked, ignoring Meng Su's shock.

"If I said I was schemed against, would you believe me?" Meng Su, still feeling the cold, asked shivering: "Can this tomb nourish souls?"

"Nourish souls? What kind of soul do you need to nourish? Are you riding a donkey while looking for a donkey? You clearly have the demonic body of a Ghost King, yet you still need to nourish a soul? Isn't the soul-body of a Demon Venerable enough for you? You had to run to the Nine Springs Tomb to nourish a soul?"

Shuidai looked at Meng Su's face as if looking at an idiot.

Under Shuidai's sympathetic gaze, Meng Su suddenly felt that he might really be an idiot, but at the time, he had an urge to enter the Nine Springs Tomb—did he have an addiction to grave robbing? Was he a tomb raider in his past life?

Although those two reapers had also tricked him, the main reason was that Meng Su had a strong curiosity to see what was inside. That was why he had pretended to fall for the trap and jumped into the Nine Springs Tomb.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Since he was curious, he might as well be curious to the end. Meng Su asked, "May I ask, sister, what is so special about this Nine Springs Tomb? Why must you suppress your Demon Domain here?"

Shuidai looked only eighteen or nineteen; Meng Su, having restored his Nian Yilao appearance, looked like an old man. Shuidai looked him over and laughed: "You have a sweet tongue, kid. It's been a long time since anyone talked to me. This tomb connects to all the living beings of the Demon Realm; the wishes of billions of demonic creatures converge here, so this tomb possesses a powerful force of will that can grind away any resolve."

What kind of resolve would require the wishes of billions of demonic creatures to suppress? Meng Su didn't ask. Such a resolve must transcend that of a Demon Venerable. The highest combat power in the Demon Realm was the Supreme; there was no existence beyond that, so what was being suppressed here certainly wasn't a creature of the Demon Realm. Where did a creature with a resolve exceeding that of a Supreme come from?

The Demon Race?

A First-Grade Great Demon is an existence that transcends the Supreme, but for tens of thousands of years, the demons and monsters have fought countless battles around the Demon Beast Forest, and the highest combat power on both sides has only been the Supreme, or Second-Grade Great Demon; no First-Grade Demon Immortal has ever appeared.

The heart in Meng Su's chest possessed First-Grade status, but it was not a complete demon spirit. It was incomplete; it had the rank of a First-Grade, but not the combat power.

Otherwise, the six Supremes who participated in the battle that day would not have survived, including the Talisman King.