Chapter 161: The Ancient Zhenhuang Manifests

"I..."

The little Zhenhuang spoke again, yet she was still stammering, and a trace of shyness appeared in her eyes with surprise.

Mengchen frowned slightly, feeling that this little Zhenhuang was a bit abnormal; previously, she had wanted to attack him and seize the Kunpeng Technique and the Jiuyou Ao true method.

Her behavior now, however, left him baffled.

Now, not only Mengchen, but even Tianhu Shaonü and the others were left at a loss by the little Zhenhuang's current behavior.

She was at the Venerable realm! And with the blessing of the Ten Fiends bloodline, even with Mengchen's strength having greatly increased, she should not be acting like this.

They believed that although Mengchen was no longer afraid of Venerables, conversely, Mengchen's current strength should not be enough to make the little Zhenhuang fearful, yet her coy actions were truly abnormal.

Perhaps it was because she had feelings for Mengchen!

Xiyao observed the nuances, and a strange thought arose in her heart: "She... could she have fallen for Senior Brother Mengchen?"

The birth of this thought made Xiyao instantly astonished; she... she was a Ten Fiends Zhenhuang! Her future achievements would surely shake the past and dazzle the present.

But more so, a different kind of feeling arose in her heart, a wave of loss: "She is so outstanding, she might be a perfect match for Senior Brother Mengchen, and in the future, she will surely be able to face everything together with Senior Brother Mengchen, but I... but I..."

For a moment, Xiyao's eyes were desolate, and she became deeply insecure; in terms of appearance and figure, she asked herself that she lost to no one, but talent was something that could not be forced.

The feeling of desolation lingered in her heart, but suddenly, a glimmer of starlight flashed in Xiyao's eyes, and a raging fire ignited in her heart, making her invigorated.

"No... I cannot give up! Talent might not be forced, but I believe that diligence can make up for clumsiness. I must pull myself together and practice hard. After avenging the sect's blood feud, I will definitely follow Senior Brother Mengchen for a lifetime. If I am destined to only gaze at his back in the future, then I will just gaze at it. Handling his affairs for him is also good; at least I won't be completely useless."

"Perhaps there will be no shortage of stunning beauties by Senior Brother Mengchen's side in the future, but I will definitely be the unique me. Others have their ways of accompanying him, and I have my own way."

The fire of hope burned fiercely in her heart, and Xiyao's proud figure stood tall, becoming incomparably confident, her heart instantly feeling spacious.

Her shining eyes looked at the little Zhenhuang, and she was already prepared in her heart to accept it gladly: "Senior Brother Mengchen is so outstanding, he deserves to have more."

"You... I..." The little Zhenhuang was still stammering.

"What exactly do you want to say?!"

Mengchen really could not take it anymore; her way of stopping mid-sentence made it truly uncomfortable for anyone listening.

"I want to say, I will be your..."

The little Zhenhuang spoke, and this time she was not stammering, but she was interrupted by a sudden Great Dao Divine Sound.

"Boom—!"

It was the red lotus that had undergone a change! It erupted with red light, as if rushing to the ends of the nine heavens.

The blurry silhouette that had originally appeared within it moved at this moment, slowly stepping out from the sky-piercing red light, her clear figure gradually revealing itself...

The gazes of Mengchen, the little Zhenhuang, Yuechan, and the others were attracted.

At this very moment, the red lotus bloomed, and that space became increasingly sacred. Outside the red lotus, a Great Dao Lotus appeared, incomparably huge and brilliant, covering that patch of sky.

As that silhouette gradually appeared, it caused the Great Dao to resonate, manifesting one great bell after another, emitting heart-shaking chimes there.

"What kind of existence could trigger such a Great Dao resonance!" Tianhu Shaonü exclaimed, her charming eyes like silk.

A perfect bare foot stepped out first from the red light, and brilliant divine light flickered on the bare foot and the exposed half of her beautiful leg.

Soon, the slender silhouette walked out completely; although still hazy, her temperament was transcendent, possessing an inexplicable charm, as if she were detached from the world.

At this instant, the manifested Great Dao Lotus scattered into petals, floating behind her and forming a brilliant divine disk, surrounding her in the center.

Observing carefully, one could discover that within the divine disk composed of Great Dao lotus petals, it was as if there were a sea of fire, and within that sea of fire, strings of Great Dao Runes were churning, like swimming dragons playing in water, interpreting the Great Dao; this scene was too shocking.

The Great Dao Lotus evolved into a world of fire, forming a divine disk that shrouded the silhouette.

The more one looked closely and thought about it, the more this sacred and shocking scene left one terrified.

Although the silhouette had walked out, one could tell from the outline of her body that she was a peerless female powerhouse; her figure was visible, but one could not see her true face.

Within the sea of fire behind her, there were wisps of chaos Qi, incomparably mysterious.

The little Zhenhuang gazed at it, her eyes flickering, already turning red.

"Mother!" Until the silhouette was fully revealed, the little Zhenhuang shouted; one could hear that her voice was mixed with intense sorrow amidst the joy.

Immediately after, she flew up and directly hugged the silhouette whose true face could not be seen, hot tears falling silently from her eyes.

Mengchen and the others were surprised to hear this; this was actually her mother!

Did that not mean that this silhouette was the ancient Zhenhuang, one of the once-supreme powerhouses?

As Mengchen and the others watched, they unexpectedly discovered that the silhouette's true face could now be seen clearly; she looked almost exactly like the little Zhenhuang, only her eyes seemed to possess a sense of vicissitudes having experienced the frost of time.

At this moment, she smiled, smiling brightly and gladly, and she also moved, her arms tightly embracing the little Zhenhuang, her neck intimately rubbing against her, and a look of enjoyment appearing on her exquisite and beautiful face.

A moment later, while enjoying the family affection, the ancient Zhenhuang whispered with a pained face: "Child! My child!"

"Child! As my youngest child, I was heartless to seal you away back then; it has been hard on you."

"It is not hard, Mother! Daughter is not suffering. Being able to see Mother again today is happier than anything else." The little Zhenhuang said with a tearful voice, shaking her head in her mother's embrace.

"Watching your brothers and sisters die in battle back then, Mother's heart truly ached, but fortunately, I managed to protect you, and being able to feel the warmth of family affection again, Mother is quite comforted and has no more requests!" Zhenhuang murmured softly, her voice also becoming hoarse. "Swoosh..."

At this moment, that patch of sky suddenly shattered, and an old man walked out from it urgently.

Mengchen and the others were astonished; they had seen this old man before, he was the one who had sent them into the secret realm back then.

"Master! Xiaofeng has finally seen you. I have missed you so bitterly all these years!" The old man knelt on one knee, his eyes bloodshot, hot tears already filling his sockets.

The old man's sudden appearance surprised Tianhu Shaonü, Yuechan, and the others; his aura was invisibly and astonishingly powerful, making them unable to see through him.

They might not know, but Mengchen had learned from the Vajra Pestle that this was a Supreme, a true, genuine Supreme, a peerless powerhouse left over from the Immortal Ancient.

His address of "Master" undoubtedly indicated that he was a follower of the ancient Zhenhuang.

At this time, Zhenhuang shifted her gaze slightly, looking at the old man, and said with a face full of smiles: "Xiaofeng! Long time no see, get up quickly! Sealing you to accompany my child, has it been hard on you?"

Upon hearing this, the old man slowly stood up, shook his head with a righteous and excited face, and said: "No... it is not hard for Xiaofeng. What is truly hard is you, Master. You fighting bloody battles against the enemies from the Yiyu is what is truly hard."

"The Young Lady is clever, lively, and cute; protecting the Young Lady is what Xiaofeng should do."

"Good, good, good!" Zhenhuang smiled brightly.

Afterwards, she said again: "At the end of the Immortal Ancient, I could not see hope, but this generation will finally usher in the light." As she spoke, her gaze was like a torch, shifting to Mengchen.

Zhenhuang's gaze looked over, causing the red light in Mengchen's body to flicker; this was a resonance, and the Zhenhuang Rune within his body became active on its own.

"Come out! Why are you still hiding? Do you think I cannot sense your presence?" Looking at the Zhenhuang of Mengchen, she said this.

As the words fell, Mengchen's chest suddenly shone brilliantly, and the Vajra Pestle hanging there soared upward, its entire body radiant with golden light.

"Hehe! The Vajra Pestle pays respects to Lord Zhenhuang!" The Vajra Pestle chuckled twice, bowing and swaying in the high sky, as if performing a salute.

"Good! You truly have a keen eye! You have found an extraordinary successor for Brother Zang." Zhenhuang raised her hand to signal that the formalities could be dispensed with.

Zhenhuang had sensed the Undying Scripture on Mengchen; the Undying Scripture was the strongest inheritance of the Ancient Monk Lineage, and having the Undying Scripture by his side undoubtedly proved that Mengchen was a successor of the Ancient Monk Lineage.

"Hehe..., it is all thanks to my good luck." The Vajra Pestle continued to chuckle.

Its laughter seemed filled with shyness, only it was not in human form, so its emotions could not be discerned.

Mengchen was stunned upon hearing this; it seemed Gangzi truly worshipped Zhenhuang! Powerful as it was, it actually acted so bashfully in front of Zhenhuang.

The appearance of the Vajra Pestle made Yuechan widen her eyes, "He... he actually possesses such a powerful Ancient God Weapon."

Yuechan was once astonished; one who could communicate with the ancient Zhenhuang like this could hardly be an ordinary divine weapon.

Originally, Yuechan had held doubts about how Mengchen had escaped the ambush of the Main Body's Moon of God, but now, with the appearance of the Vajra Pestle, she had resolved her doubts, though it was truly shocking.

Subsequently, Zhenhuang held the little Zhenhuang's shoulders with both hands, pushing her away from her embrace to look at her affectionately, then raised her hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks, and said with great doting: "Child! Come, follow Mother."

Having said that! Zhenhuang pulled the little Zhenhuang along as they walked over, a sea of fire world behind her, shocking to the heart, leaving Mengchen and the few people present extremely shaken.

She did not speak, leading the little Zhenhuang as she stepped through the air toward Mengchen; her arrival instantly brought the atmosphere to the extreme of tension, and Mengchen, Yuechan, and the others choked up, their minds trembling.

"May I ask what your name is?" Upon arriving close by, Zhenhuang looked at Mengchen and asked.

These words were heard clearly by Mengchen and everyone else.

The ancient Zhenhuang! What kind of existence was that, to say the word "may I ask."

In an instant, Tianhu Shaonü, Yuechan, and the others were shocked in their hearts, and Mengchen was no exception.

The ancient supreme being was actually so courteous to him..., Mengchen dared not show the slightest neglect, and responded in an instant: "Mengchen!"

"Mengchen...! To reach the red dust through dreams; dream, appearing illusory yet real; only with dreams can one know the other shore, and only then can one reach it! Truly a good name!" Zhenhuang whispered after hearing it.

She interpreted the true meaning of the name, her face peerless, her smile radiant, looking refreshing and delightful.

The little Zhenhuang she held by her side was at this moment staring fixedly at Mengchen; she knew that her mother had brought her here like this because she wanted her to take this bald youth, who was even younger than her, as her master.

For a time, the little Zhenhuang appeared weak and timid, and when she looked at Mengchen, she began to feel embarrassed in her heart.

She had just almost fought with her future master!

"Senior, you flatter me; this is just a very ordinary name," Mengchen said very humbly.

Indeed, he thought this was just a simple name, never imagining it would be described so profoundly by Zhenhuang.

At this moment, the words and actions of Zhenhuang after her arrival made Yuechan, Tianhu Shaonü, and the others even more shocked.

Because of Zhenhuang's powerful aura, they dared not show too much exaggeration, all of it suppressed in their hearts, secretly churning.

Their magnificent, beautiful faces were now covered in expressions of shock, revealing a different kind of charm.

"Fellow Daoist Mengchen, I have a request; I wonder if you could agree to it?" Zhenhuang once again said something astonishing.

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