Chapter 2187: Dialogue, a Chill Runs Down the Spine

He Pingsheng waved his hand, and three people walked out from the space within the Hongmeng Purple Jin Gun.

Wu Nana, Zhu Dong, and Yin Pan Ying!

"Young Master..."

"Greetings, Master!"

The three bowed to He Pingsheng.

They looked around, and a wave of surprise passed through them.

He Pingsheng's gaze swept over, and the cultivation levels of the three became apparent.

After such a long time, the three of them had finally entered the Divine Sovereign Realm.

"I'll give you a new place!" He Pingsheng took out the green gourd, saying: "In this small world, there are countless divine herbs and heavenly treasures. You go there and carefully tend to them, gathering them!"

"Go!"

He waved his hand, and once again placed the three inside the world of the green gourd.

Then, He Pingsheng picked up the Hongmeng Purple Jin Gun, pointed it at the vast mountain range below, and shouted loudly: "Gather..."

Boom—rumble—

The seabed surged with heaven-shaking, terrifying waves.

That colossal Witch Emperor's corpse was actually swallowed whole by He Pingsheng into the small world within the Hongmeng Purple Jin Gun in one breath.

The reason He Pingsheng moved Zhu Dong and the three out of space was because he feared they would be crushed to death by the aura emanating from the Witch Emperor's corpse.

Although the Witch Emperor had been dead for hundreds of millions of millions of years, the terrifying aura emanating from his corpse was still enough to crush a Divine Sovereign Realm cultivator into fragments!

After storing the corpse, several people then controlled the Supreme Dao Bell to float upward.

Several months later, they returned to that small island!

"Young Master, now that you have also restored your Divine Sense, this Divine Bell should be returned to you!" Gu Bai Ping returned the Supreme Dao Bell to He Pingsheng's presence.

He Pingsheng took it back.

Qian Zhu asked: "Young Master, where do we go next?"

He Pingsheng shook his head: "Nowhere. I want to seclude myself here for a period of time!"

"You help me guard the law!"

He Pingsheng waved his hand, opening a small Divine-Blocking Formation, then slipped into it.

First, he needed to stabilize his cultivation.

Second, he needed to refine a divine artifact.

First: the Supreme Dao Bell!

Second: the Seven Incantations Book.

Since his Divine Sense and Divine Power had returned, and his cultivation had increased by a level, he must maximize his combat power.

At the same time, He Pingsheng was also curious about what the so-called Seven Incantations Book could do after being refined.

Originally planning to give the Seven Incantations Book to Wang Shixiong Wang, He Pingsheng now decided to refine it himself.

This is not contradictory!

First, explore the secrets of the Curse Dao, then later give the book to Wang Shixiong Wang—it's not too late.

However, He Pingsheng did not immediately rush to refine the Seven Incantations Book; instead, he first refined the Supreme Dao Bell.

After hundreds of years, the Supreme Dao Bell was completely refined.

Next, continue refining the Seven Incantations Book.

"Boom—"

As soon as he began refining the first layer of the Seven Incantations Book, He Pingsheng felt his Divine Sense being pulled away by a mysterious and evil force.

He wanted to resist, but could find no way to resist.

He Pingsheng felt like a tiny leaf boat in a raging torrent, only able to be swept along by the vast unknown force.

At this moment, his Divine Sense could no longer control his body.

Soon, He Pingsheng's Divine Sense gained a hint of clarity, and he looked around.

This is a space filled with endless gray-black aura.

In this space, besides this gray-black aura, there is nothing else.

After an unknown amount of time, a heavy sigh came from ahead.

He Pingsheng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He extended his Divine Sense outward, but it did not touch anything.

"You are..." He Pingsheng probed: "The remnant soul hiding in the Seven Incantations Book, wanting to seize my body?"

"I tell you, my grandfather is not easy to seize!"

"Come out!"

"Ah..." The sigh echoed again.

He Pingsheng could not see anyone, nor feel any living being.

But the sound came from the void: "Do you believe in cause and effect?"

This voice was flat, mechanical!

As if devoid of any emotion!

In an instant, He Pingsheng thought of several possibilities: Is this the remnant soul of the previous owner of the Seven Incantations Book?

Or is it the artifact spirit of the Seven Incantations Book?

Do you believe in cause and effect?

How should I answer?

No...

I can't answer!

Who knows what trap this sentence hides?

What if I answer and my Divine Sense gets controlled—what then?

Just as He Pingsheng was frantically battling wits with the air, another voice appeared!

"Karma?" came a female voice: "Believe and it exists; disbelieve and it does not?"

"How?"

"Do you believe?"

He Pingsheng felt numb all over: Grandma's... there's more than one remnant soul in here?

How many remnant souls are there?

What the hell is this thing?

"Then tell me, in your imagination, is the Divine Realm the highest world among the myriad worlds?"

"Do you feel that everything in the Divine Realm is being controlled by someone behind the scenes?" The mechanical voice sounded again.

The female voice replied: "I don't know... but everything in the Divine Realm is whatever the Sovereign Lord says goes..."

"As for the karma you mentioned, this palace believes that if one's cultivation is high enough, one can transcend karma!"

"Perhaps!" the mechanical voice returned: "Such ethereal matters—perhaps even the Sovereign Lord cannot see them clearly... but if one says there is no karma in this world, I do not believe it, for I have seen too much karma..."

"Those people... those old friends of mine!"

"They possess astonishing power and wield the means to control the entire Divine Realm!"

"They make even the titled God Emperors tremble with fear!"

"And yet?"

"Still, aren't they all just useless heaps of flesh now?"

The woman said: "I don't quite understand what you mean!"

At this moment, He Pingsheng finally came to his senses: No one has ever asked me.

Damn it... this is a conversation between two people.

A conversation between two people existing in the void.

Perhaps they are not even remnant souls or artifact spirits anymore.

But... why am I seeing these?

In the void, the mechanical voice and the female voice vanished!

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... who knows how long passed, then a heavy sigh sounded again.

"Now, is this Seven Curses Book already yours?"

The female voice said: "Yes... my fortune is abundant, I faced no contention, and opportunity actively fell into my hands!"

"And who are you?" the woman asked.

The mechanical voice did not answer the woman's question, but continued: "Honored one of great fortune, can you tell me how many pages remain in the Seven Curses Book now?"

The woman said: "Your question is truly strange—hasn't the Seven Curses Book always been twenty-three pages?"

The mechanical voice once again ignored the woman's rebuttal, saying: "Ah... everything is illusion!"

"To practice the path of curses to bind the world, making titled God Emperors hear the news and lose their courage!"

"Making all beings under heaven tremble with fear!"

"But so what?"

"In the end, one cannot escape karma alone!"

"How many have you killed, how many deeds have you done!"

"In the dark, there is always a debt to be paid!"

"If one day the Seven Curses Book disappears, what then for the world?"

"Merely dust to dust, earth to earth, order reforged!"

"But those exalted ones will also ultimately face backlash... such a colorful Divine Realm—could its final fate truly be swallowed by a pile of unconscious Tai Sui?"

Having spoken, the mechanical voice disappeared.

Only the woman's frantic pursuit remained: "Who exactly are you?"

"Come out!"

"What's wrong with this book?"

"Three thousand God Emperors, none eternal—my curse path is no exception. Besides the Sovereign God, all else are merely flowing trays; why should I care about karma?"

The woman's voice also gradually faded.

After more than ten breaths, He Pingsheng's Divine Sense consciousness retreated from that mysterious space.

At this moment, cold sweat streamed down his back, and he trembled.

What was that just now?

Why was such a dialogue left behind?

Twenty-three pages?

Does the Seven Curses Book have twenty-three pages?

Or is it not twelve pages?

Why is the Seven Curses Book I obtained twelve pages?

Or perhaps, through countless cycles of reincarnation, the Seven Curses Book has lost a part?