Chapter 657

Ding Qiao said in a low voice, and Bai Rong glanced at him, already showing hesitation; after all, some things were not meant to be heard casually, so he whispered: "Does the Crown Prince have any news... This place is eerie, if the one below has too great a background, we might commit a taboo when the time comes."

'So even Bai Rong doesn't know who exactly it is...'

After all, among the three, he was the one who went to listen in person. If anything happened, Bai Rong would be the first to suffer. Ding Qiao naturally understood his concerns and just whispered: "It's fine. An elder once mentioned it; the one below cannot be a Golden Core. If a Golden Core were crying out in pain, would you and I still be alive? Uncle Eastern Heyun should have come out to warn us long ago..."

What Bai Rong feared most was a Golden Core. After all, listening to the affairs of an ordinary Zifu would not do much to him, a Heart-Pure Fox, but once a Golden Core was involved, the great figures behind him might not be able to protect him.

"Uncle Eastern Heyun has not appeared, which means there is no danger here."

Ding Qiao softly reassured the two. He put away the jade bottle in his palm and displayed the bright white stone bead from within.

This stone bead presented a milky white color, with three pale yellow lines drawn on it. It was only enveloped in a faint light and had no miraculous luster. Ding Qiao said softly:

"The depth of this place is something even a Zifu cannot reach. The further down, the heavier the Sha Qi. An ordinary Zifu would only hear a single cry, so I specifically went to retrieve this ancient spirit artifact."

"This thing once belonged to the Ji Immortal path and is called 【Yinqi Jitu Yan】. It has been sitting in my mansion for a long time; it is rare to have a use for it."

Hearing such a grand origin, Bai Rong couldn't help but take a look, revealing a trace of envy, and said softly: "An Earth-virtue ancient spirit artifact is indeed rare. The path of the Ji Immortal is top-tier and powerful; only a dragon descendant like the Crown Prince would have such a collection."

Ding Qiao, however, was slightly embarrassed and lifted his chin. Those dragon horns emitted a faint radiance, almost the only source of light in the entire abyss. He replied: "The Earth-virtue path is powerful, but this thing is too ancient. At that time, cultivators did not prioritize combat when crafting magic artifacts, but rather prioritized miraculous effects. This thing has no benefit for combat."

Bai Rong was slightly puzzled, and Ding Qiao did not explain. He casually tossed the stone bead, and it spun in mid-air. A hazy yellow radiance suddenly emerged from the stone bead. Li Zhouwei frowned slightly, but Ding Qiao stopped speaking.

This hazy yellow radiance swirled around, sweeping over the stone wall like a shadow. Wherever it passed, the earth and stone trembled and rustled. Ding Qiao's voice was low, and the incantation was obscure and difficult to speak, making it unclear.

Then, a mouth cracked open on the stone wall to the side with a clatter. It was only the size of a palm, with distinct lips and teeth, and a thick voice emerged from it, buzzing.

This voice was hoarse, like earth and stone colliding, layered and heavy, ancient and stuttering, but there was no extra reaction. Bai Rong watched thoughtfully, laughed, and just said:

"After all, it is a Ji Immortal."

Ding Qiao waited for a moment, but had to give up. He handed the stone bead over and laughed:

"Minghuang, this object can listen to the words of the earth and can also make the earth and stone speak to act on our behalf. But the Ji Immortal is the leader of the Immortal path, and this spirit artifact is stubborn and won't consume my demon power. You do it."

"It is quite interesting."

Only then did Li Zhouwei understand the two's reaction. He took it gently and injected his magic power into it. The bead instantly became several times brighter and immediately became agile. The mouth on the stone wall diligently called out:

"Greetings, my lord!"

Li Zhouwei's spiritual sense swept over, then he nodded and asked: "Are you this wall?"

The stone wall said respectfully:

"Returning to my lord... It is indeed this humble spirit, waiting for the immortal edicts of you lords."

"Good."

Ding Qiao nodded with satisfaction and ordered:

"You go down and take a turn, what the situation is below... Remember it well. You don't need to listen or look, just speak according to instructions. I'm afraid that if you look or listen, your little bit of divine power will be shattered, and I would have to invite another."

"Thank you, Immortal."

The little spirit in the stone wall thanked him, and the mouth immediately followed the wall down. Li Zhouwei praised it and looked at the 【Yinqi Jitu Yan】 in his hand, finding that this stone bead was simple and unadorned, not looking like an ancient spirit artifact at all.

Bai Rong moved his ears, pinched a seal to cast a spell, and stood ready, whispering an incantation. The sounds were like low weeping, harsh and grating.

Soon, purple radiance overflowed from his hair like birds, flowing around the two's ears. Li Zhouwei suddenly felt his ears clear, and noisy sounds emerged, from far to near, high and low: "Bound... too tight, beg... hope for a little looseness!"

Bai Rong's description was not exaggerated. This voice was heart-wrenchingly painful, howling and calling, as if undergoing extreme torture, wishing to howl its heart out.

The few performed their duties, and only then did Ding Qiao sink his mind into it, speaking softly: "Who are you?"

Li Zhouwei only felt that all the sounds in his ears stopped suddenly. That sad howling finally ceased, replaced by a silence so quiet it made one tremble.

It took a full dozen breaths before a roar that could pierce gold and crack stone shot into the sky, and the entire abyss shook violently. This man's voice was sharp as a ghost's cry: "Who are you? Where is Yao Chenlin? Where is Yao Chenlin?! Beg... hope for a little looseness! Beg... hope for a little looseness!"

This voice made Bai Rong grunt, and Li Zhouwei only felt that the 【Yinqi Jitu Yan】 in his hand suddenly became heavy. The stone bead, which had been continuously absorbing magic power, abruptly broke its connection, and Ding Qiao's face turned pale.

"Boom!"

A clear sound appeared in his ears. Li Zhouwei was only transmitting magic power, and this magic artifact was still controlled by Ding Qiao. Seeing him frown, there was no need to say more; the little spirit must have been shaken to death.

Ding Qiao said nothing, summoned another mouth from the stone wall opposite, and instructed it well before sending it down, his tone slightly gloomy: "There is no Tai Xu here. Not only does it cost a lot of magic power to summon a mountain god each time, but I have to instruct it all over again..."

Bai Rong tried his best to regulate his breathing, his expression complex, and whispered:

"He is likely at the bottom of the abyss, and I don't know how far away he is from here, but as soon as the Crown Prince asked, he was immediately able to use magic power to send his roar here! In just a few breaths! This strength..."

Ding Qiao obviously thought of this too, his brows furrowed tightly. Bai Rong pondered and continued: "My lord is afraid he cannot do it; I am afraid only the Ancestor Grandmother can try..."

Xiao Chuting and the others could spread their voices across ten thousand miles as soon as they achieved Zifu, but that was with the help of Tai Xu. As long as they achieved supernatural powers, they could do it, which was not a difficult thing. But there was no Tai Xu here. This person relied purely on magic power to transmit his voice to the top, which was extraordinary.

The few waited for a while, and Ding Qiao spoke again: "Who is your Excellency?"

After a few breaths, the man's voice indeed rang in their ears. This time it was much calmer, the voice hoarse and thick, but with the sound of gritting teeth and coughing blood:

"I... Li Xunquan."

Bai Rong was stunned, Ding Qiao raised his head, and Li Zhouwei to the side opened his eyes slightly. This voice was like a great bell, striking his heart.

'The late Wei Li Crown Prince Li Xunquan!'

The one bound at the bottom of the abyss was actually the late Wei Li Crown Prince, Li Xunquan, who had his head hung in Dianyang for nine years! Li Zhouwei raised his brows and opened his eyes, his golden eyes looking at the two demons, Bai Rong and Ding Qiao. Both demons had expressions of shock, not like a pretense. The expression on his face flashed by, and the next moment countless doubts emerged: "Is it the real Li Xunquan or the fake Li Xunquan..."

"Since Li Xunquan was killed in Dianyang City, why is he here... And who did it..."

"What is the intention of the Dragon clan!"

It flashed through his mind like lightning. Ding Qiao glanced at him and whispered: "Li Xunquan? I am Dongfang Dingqiao, my grandfather is Dongfang You... Who bound you here?"

The voice below paused, showing a tremor of trying to endure the pain, exhausted: "Uncle? The pain is unbearable... Hope Uncle can loosen it for me!"

Li Zhouwei listened silently. This Li Xunquan obviously only heard half of his sentence and mistook him for Dongfang You. Ding Qiao had a headache and asked a few questions in a row, but no matter how he asked, the man only circled around the loosening of the rope.

After a full quarter of an hour, Dongfang Dingqiao asked again: "What binds you? How long have you been here?"

Li Xunquan seemed to have reached the limit of his endurance, his voice sharp, rushing straight to the ears of the three:

"【Fuxi Bound Qilin Rope】... Where is Yao Chenlin?! Loosen the rope for me!"

"Hmph..."

Dongfang Dingqiao snorted, his brows furrowed tightly. Obviously, the mountain god was shaken to death again. Endless wailing sounded below. Li Zhouwei remained silent throughout, watching quietly.

The white dragon paused and said softly:

"There is not much demon power left, let's go up first."

As his voice fell, the spirit artifact under his feet floated up bit by bit, and Bai Rong also withdrew his supernatural powers. All the noise and pain in his ears disappeared completely. Li Zhouwei cast his gaze toward the endless bottom of the abyss.

Ding Qiao seemed a bit gloomy and whispered:

"Minghuang, I only heard that there was something strange here, that an elder was imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss, and the clan never mentioned it, so I tried to take a look. I never thought it was him..."

If one really counted, Dongfang You and Wei Gongdi were good friends. Ding Qiao's father, the Bei Hai Dragon King, had to call Wei Gongdi Uncle. Ding Qiao at least had to call Li Xunquan Uncle. This relationship was only one or two generations, but it was very close, completely worthy of the title of elder.

Although human feelings have always been cold when people leave, Dongfang Dingqiao only mentioned this friendship to pull closer the relationship. For Li Zhouwei, there were no substantial human feelings, but Li Xunquan was different... This Crown Prince might have even had a pleasant conversation with Dongfang You.

Therefore, Ding Qiao's mood at the moment was also very complex. Although he had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but have emotional changes when he saw this appearance. This Crown Prince had rarely suffered any losses since he was a child, let alone seeing an elder imprisoned at the bottom of the abyss and being unable to do anything. He just said gloomily: "He is already delirious... He can only react to a few names. He must have been tortured for quite a long time."

Bai Rong consumed the most demon power and was a bit listless, muttering: "The Wei Li dynasty has perished for fifteen hundred years. He was hung in Dianyang City for nine years, perhaps he was caught and brought to this abyss. Fifteen hundred years of pain, no one can bear it!"

Among the two demons, Bai Rong was purely sighing, while Ding Qiao was truly heartbroken and indignant. The dragon crown prince said coldly: "Although the Qi Emperor was poisonous and cruel, the Jie tribe at least received the grace of Gongdi. He only killed Uncle and a few of his party, hung their heads in Dianyang, and even privately was unwilling to kill or could not kill Uncle. He would never torture him here, let alone the Qi state was long ago destroyed by the Tuoba family..."

"The person who imprisoned him here must be the current great immortal power of the North, and they are at odds with Wei Li, and they have greed for everything in Mingyang!"

Bai Rong listened and panicked, shouting in his heart: "This child is not stupid. You described it in such detail, it is simply pointing out the Luoxia Mountain by name! Dingqiao, oh Dingqiao..."

Bai Rong understood that the relationship between Luoxia Mountain and the Dragon clan, and even the entire demon clan, was not good. His Great Lishan had also suffered many losses, but Luoxia Mountain had a Dao Fetus guarding it, and it was not a sect that could be talked about casually!

How could Li Zhouwei not hear it? The Zhao state is now just a plaything for the Buddhist cultivators. The great immortal powers of the North can be counted on one's fingers, and one can guess them by the name. Although he kept it in mind, it was not easy to answer him, so he just asked in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the affairs of Wei, Qi, Liang, and Zhao are rarely recorded in the South, and it is difficult to grasp... I don't know what path the Qi Emperor practiced?"

Li Zhouwei now knew a lot of things. When asked like this, Ding Qiao sighed:

"The Qi Emperor Shi Chang practiced 'Xi Qi', which complements 'West Shaoyang' and has always been born together. This path can now turn Mingyang into West Shaoyang... It is exactly what is happening above."

Bai Rong listened just right, fearing that Ding Qiao would mention Luoxia Mountain in the next sentence, so he hurriedly leaned over, added a sentence, and replied:

"Isn't that so? The sun can be divided into West Shaoyang and Xi. Xi Qi can turn Mingyang into West Shaoyang. The path of mutual generation is in it."

Li Zhouwei kept this matter in mind. After all, he practiced Mingyang himself. If he met someone who practiced Xi Qi in the future, he would have to be on guard. Then he saw Ding Qiao carrying his hands behind his back and said softly: "Thank you both. Now this matter can be considered to have a result. Although it is a bit unsatisfactory, I already have a count in my heart."

Ding Qiao only looked at the reaction of the two and understood that what he had just said had been taken in. He didn't say it too clearly, nodded slightly, and the spirit artifact under his feet flew faster and faster, turning into a white shadow and rushing straight up. Ding Qiao said softly:

"It's just that the matter in this abyss can be considered a secret, and it is not a glorious thing. Please keep the news for me, which can be considered for the sake of both of you."

"This is natural."

Li Zhouwei and the other responded, and Ding Qiao laughed:

"Don't worry, both of you. There is no Tai Xu here. I specifically chose a special day to come. The cultivators in the sea cannot calculate the affairs of my Dragon clan today. These sects are arrogant and usually don't care about affairs inside or outside the sea, let alone calculate them on us."

The meaning in his words was even more obvious. It was clearly telling the two not to worry. Bai Rong nodded with a smile, while Li Zhouwei pondered his words.

"Special day..."

Li Zhouwei paused slightly and immediately understood. After careful calculation, he secretly praised: "It is exactly the birthday of the Dragon Lord!"

When Li Zhouwei and the others went to Ting Lei Island, it happened that Miao Ye and others mentioned the birthday of the Dragon Lord. At that time, Li Zhouwei asked Bai Rong, saying that there was still half a month left.

"And this tossing back and forth, exactly twelve days have passed. The time just now at the bottom of the abyss happened to be the second day of the middle month!"

He glanced at Ding Qiao, and Bai Rong remained silent. Li Zhouwei was clear in his heart:

"The Li Mountain Fox clan also knows that this day is the most suitable... That's why Bai Rong hurried, and the time the Bi Shui Scale Beast spent on the road was also calculated early. Ding Qiao seems to have come and gone at will, but it is not so..."