Chapter 520: Eighth Master and the Innate Seal! Finally Meeting

Beneath Mount Zhangbai, wind and snow filled the sky.

The lead-gray firmament seemed as if it could collapse at any moment. The biting, bitter wind whipped up billions of crystalline shards, emitting a roar like that of a primordial giant beast, thoroughly transforming this region into a dead zone dominated solely by icy cold and deathly silence.

"Screech..."

Just at this moment, a sharp, piercing cry, enough to shatter eardrums, suddenly resounded. Like a divine spear from the ancient past, it abruptly tore through the roaring wind and snow, shooting out from the depths of the mountain range covered in vast, boundless white.

Dharma King Huo stood amidst the wind and snow. Raising his head to look, he saw a massive black shadow that had already broken through layers of snow curtains, arriving across the sky.

It was a giant avian, its entire body covered in pure white feathers that looked as if they had been carved from ice and snow; only the tips of its wings and its beak and talons faintly shimmered with a metallic luster.

Its size far exceeded that of an ordinary golden eagle. With its wings spread, it was almost like a cloud hanging from the sky, the shadow it cast instantly shrouding a vast expanse of the snowfield. Every time it flapped its wings, it stirred up layers of visible demonic Qi vortices. The surrounding gale, strong enough to tear through steel, collided with these demonic Qi vortices and was like a clay ox entering the sea—it failed to shake them in the slightest, instead adding to the creature's imposing momentum.

Rumble...

The moment it appeared, a vast, peerless, and terrifying pressure erupted and spread.

That dreadful pressure was like a barrier across the snowfield, collapsing from the heavens. It pressed down forcefully upon Dharma King Huo. In an instant, the aura of a Three Tian Shi surged into the sky, colliding with it.

Rumble...

Two distinct auras collided, the terrifying fluctuations like surging waves of air, shooting straight into the nine heavens, as if splitting this world, this mountain and river, and this wind and snow in two.

In an instant, the wind and clouds ceased!

The snowflakes dancing wildly across the sky seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, suspended in mid-air, flickering in and out of existence, not daring to fall wantonly any longer.

The originally roaring wind also came to an abrupt halt. The world fell into a heart-palpitating, vacuum-like silence.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, that cold and overbearing pressure dissipated like the tide, and the Three Tian Shi's aura also subsided along with it.

As one retreated an inch, the other fell a fraction; in the end, everything returned to stillness.

Dharma King Huo remained standing there, looking up. The White-Feathered Golden Eagle hovered in the sky, its cold golden pupils like two shrunken suns, indifferently looking down from above. The demonic Qi steaming from its body was like an abyss or the sea; its terrifying aura and pressure were not in the slightest inferior to that of the Three Tian Shi realm!

"Mountain-Sitting Eagle, long time no see," Dharma King Huo said with a light laugh.

"Say Ji, don't say Eight... Eighth Master is Eighth Master. The old man hates it most when others call him by his name and number..."

The voice of the Mountain-Sitting Eagle was like metal clashing against stone, almost shattering the wind and snow, permeated with a grating heaviness.

"I ask that Brother Eagle pass on a message," Dharma King Huo whispered.

Even as a Three Tian Shi of the current age and the Deputy Master of the White Crane Gate, at this very moment, he had to be respectful.

This was simply because the Mount Zhangbai Secret Realm was a top-tier existence among all the mountain and sea secret realms in the world, with countless demons and ghosts and experts as numerous as clouds. In terms of strength, this giant golden eagle demon before him was not in the slightest inferior to him.

Not to mention, there were dangers hidden in this mountain that made even him feel wary, or even fearful.

In the world today, only that Eighth Master Ji could come and go freely, as if he were the master of this ancient divine mountain.

"Dharma King Huo, leave. Eighth Master will not see you," the Mountain-Sitting Eagle hovered in the air, looking at him indifferently.

"You should know that when the Southern Zhang was destroyed back then, Eighth Master said that from then on, he would not see old acquaintances."

Hearing this, Dharma King Huo frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "But I have brought the Jiang General Association's..."

"What the Great Master wants, Eighth Master knows clearly," the Mountain-Sitting Eagle let out a cold laugh, interrupting Dharma King Huo before he could finish.

"Eighth Master said, he wants the 【Innate Seal】, but that thing is not here with him."

As he spoke, the Mountain-Sitting Eagle's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a mocking look like that of a human.

"The Second Master's cub has entered Mount Ailao; I fear he is about to find that 【First Sacred Seed】!?"

Hearing this, Dharma King Huo remained silent, but his facial muscles twitched violently.

The immortal substance left behind after a practitioner of the Demon-God Sacred Fetus dies is known as a Sacred Seed.

The so-called First Sacred Seed exists only because that Demon-God Sacred Fetus practitioner had already realized the Pure Yang Limitless Realm before death.

"How many times has the Second Master's cub survived the 'Great Night Without Light'? If he refines that Sacred Seed, he will truly be immortal and indestructible..."

"Heh heh, is the Great Master anxious now? Wanting to find the 【Innate Seal】 to exterminate him?" the Mountain-Sitting Eagle sneered.

"Brother Eagle's words are too unpleasant to hear," Dharma King Huo said in a deep voice.

"Heh heh, what is said is unpleasant, but it is not as ugly as what is done," the Mountain-Sitting Eagle said indifferently. "Dharma King Huo, go back and tell the Great Master..."

"Back then, the Second Master and the Eighth Master did indeed search for the 【Innate Seal】, but they did not find it."

"You can go back and report."

Dharma King Huo pondered, hesitant. He looked at the Mountain-Sitting Eagle hovering in the air, then his gaze swept past it to look at the wind-and-snow-filled Mount Zhangbai.

He knew that no matter what, he would not be able to see that Eighth Master today.

"What? Without the 【Innate Seal】, you can't suppress the Second Master's cub?"

The Mountain-Sitting Eagle's voice sounded again, permeated with a hint of lingering interest.

"That's right, his 【Demon-God Sacred Fetus】 has already reached completion. Even if he isn't invincible in the current age, it won't be so easy to kill him."

"Heh heh, if you cut the grass but don't remove the roots, the spring breeze will make it grow again... Was the Great Master soft-hearted back then? To think he would raise a tiger that would cause trouble later."

"Mountain-Sitting Eagle!"

Veins bulged on Dharma King Huo's forehead. He could no longer listen, and with a sharp, shocking roar, he drowned out the wind and snow filling the sky.

"Do not think that without the Innate Seal, I cannot suppress the Great Lingzong Wang!"

"Oh? The Great Master is the Great Master; he truly has heaven-reaching abilities," the Mountain-Sitting Eagle sneered. "Then I shall wait and see."

"Fine, just wait," Dharma King Huo said coldly.

Of course, he still had other methods. Counting the days, that man's cub would soon reach the borders of Mount Zhangbai. As long as he captured him, he was not afraid that the Great Lingzong Wang would not be held back by fear of harming the hostage.

Thinking of this, Dharma King Huo raised his head and took a deep look at the Mountain-Sitting Eagle, then turned to leave.

"Dharma King Huo..."

Just at this moment, the Mountain-Sitting Eagle flapped its wings and suddenly spoke, calling him to a halt.

"What else is there?"

Dharma King Huo stopped and turned to ask.

"Considering you came from thousands of miles away, I will send you a piece of news," the Mountain-Sitting Eagle sneered.

"What?" Dharma King Huo asked subconsciously.

"The Third Master..."

"Is still alive!"

The Mountain-Sitting Eagle's eyes were almost narrowed into slits, staring straight at Dharma King Huo, a hint of mockery hidden deep within its pupils.

"Dragon King!?" Dharma King Huo's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

A mere five words were enough to move this expert of the Three Tian Shi realm.

In an instant, Dharma King Huo's expression returned to normal, and he took a deep look at the Mountain-Sitting Eagle hovering in the air.

"That is truly good news!"

Before the words had even faded, Dharma King Huo turned and left, submerging into the vast wind and snow, disappearing from sight.

"Pah... what a piece of work!"

The Mountain-Sitting Eagle watched the direction in which Dharma King Huo had departed and spat fiercely, deep disgust welling up in its dark golden eyes.

Moonlight floated in the sky, the great moon hanging empty.

Hazy clouds drifted across the sky, reflecting the stillness in the village like a pool of stagnant water.

In the second half of the night, rustling movements suddenly came from the low house in the side courtyard. Wang Tao, who was guarding outside the door, suddenly became alert and looked up subconsciously.

The door opened, and a figure stood there. The eerie moonlight stretched his shadow out long.

"Gate Master!?"

Wang Tao looked at that familiar face, only feeling that it was somewhat strange. His gaze swept past and looked toward the coffin in the low house, where another figure was still lying.

With just one glance, Wang Tao's pupils shrank violently. That figure's face was identical to Zhang Fan's, exactly the same.

"Gate Master, you have changed..."