Chapter 245

At the instant that woman's voice rang out, the water ripples stirred.

This time I didn't use a hand seal; it slipped off my middle finger on its own, turned into a water dragon, wrapped around my body in an instant, and actually carried me flying out like that!

The woman's voice chanting the spell continued, and the water ripples carried me shuttling through the Linghai.

So fast that I couldn't see anything around me.

But my thoughts were crystal clear; that woman's voice was Liu Junyan's mother.

The water ripples were originally left to me by her.

At the same time she also gave me a box, which Liu Junyan took away and has never opened to this day.

Liu Mu was trapped underwater in the Linghai Forbidden Ground; Liu Junyan shook the sword tomb, opening a gap, and Liu Mu must have sensed the water ripples, so at the critical moment she chanted the spell, driving the water ripples to lend me a hand.

It is precisely now that I recalled a line: "Cangwu bends the willow, Ling waters surge vast, not even reaching the Yellow Springs, yet we cannot meet……"

This is a line that Feng Li slave and Liu Junyan spoke when they parted ways initially.

The meaning of this line is that unless Liu Junyan can break off the weeping willow on Mount Cangwu, unless she can draw the Linghai's waters into Mount Cangwu to extinguish the Nirvana fire there, they cannot possibly be together.

No matter how harsh this line is, it at least indicates that the end of the Linghai is very close to Mount Cangwu.

In other words, if the water ripples can send me to the end of the Linghai, then it might also be able to send me into Mount Cangwu?

Could there be such a possibility?

Just as I was pondering this, a howling roar suddenly came from behind me.

That sound seemed to come from a faraway place, yet also seemed to be everywhere.

At the instant the howling sounded, I clearly felt the water ripples tremble.

Although the water ripples can take dragon form and emit a dragon's roar, they rely on water.

Essentially, it is a flow of water formed by condensed Spiritual Qi.

At the same moment the howling rang out, Liu Mu's chanting voice disappeared.

The water ripples began to become unstable, and they lost the earlier thrust.

Its speed slowed down.

Looking ahead, I seemed to truly see the shore.

Looking behind… before I could see clearly, a bloody maw lunged down from above and bit.

I thought I was doomed this time, but at that very moment the water ripples exerted all their strength to lift me up.

A huge wave surged beneath me, bursting out of the water, and my body was flung high into the air.

As my whole body rose into the air, I was stunned by the sight before me.

Directly ahead was a thick black mist, so dense that I couldn't see my own fingers.

It was like a black curtain, not only blocking my view but also isolating everything of the mortal realm on this side.

Yet this side was not the Linghai, but a bottomless mountain cliff, with fierce flames burning on the western cliff face.

The eastern side of the cliff is where the Linghai lies.

At that moment, on the surface of the Linghai, waves rolled, one after another surging toward my direction.

Such huge waves, once they crash down, could instantly swallow me.

But the imagined scene did not appear.

When the waves fell, not even a single droplet splashed over.

The cliff itself is a dividing line, isolating the entire Linghai to the east.

A colossal white dragon, its head standing atop the waves, its white body stretching eastward, unknown how long it is.

Just now it was this white dragon opening its maw, trying to devour me.

At this moment, he glares at me with a pair of amber eyes, locked on me.

Those eyes reminded me of Liu Junyan.

All this happened in the blink of an eye; by the time I came to, my body was already falling.

Below the cliff lies another beast capable of instantly tearing my bones apart and devouring me.

Over the past few months, whenever I encountered a fight, my first reaction was to summon Feng Wu.

Perhaps it had become a habit; although I hadn't been able to summon Feng Wu for a long time, in this critical moment I instinctively shouted, "Feng Wu, come out!"

The next instant, a blaze burst forth from the west, flaring up like a prairie fire.

The entire black curtain was instantly ignited.

Behind the curtain, a powerful suction pulled my body inward.

Was it Feng Wu?

No.

Feng Wu did not appear.

That force just now came from somewhere unknown.

And I had already fallen to the ground.

I struggled to rise, and the moment I stood up, I was completely stunned.

Because I was now standing beneath a tall wutong tree.

This lush, verdant wutong tree, I know it.

It is almost identical to the wutong tree south of the Qilin Temple.

I have always regarded that wutong tree as my lucky tree; I could not mistake it.

When Tafengcun was destroyed, that wutong tree vanished without a trace.

It was as if it had never existed there.

Yet I never expected to see it here.

I turned my head in disbelief and saw that I was standing on the summit of a mountain.

The whole mountain was bald, and the ambient temperature was high.

Yet in such an environment, this parasol tree grew remarkably well.

I unconsciously reached out and touched the trunk of the parasol tree.

The moment my fingers touched the trunk, I was burned by its scorching bark.

Just as I tried to pull my hand back, an image flashed through my mind.

Fire!

A sea of fire!

In the sea of fire, the silhouette of the girl holding Feng Wu was clearer than ever before.

I saw her face clearly for the first time.

She…… she looks exactly like me.

I suddenly realized—could this be Dark Parasol Mountain?

The finger I had meant to retract instead pressed firmly against the parasol tree's trunk; immediately, that powerful suction reappeared, and my body lunged straight toward the tree.

I didn't hit the tree; instead, that suction pulled me inside.

Just as I was about to fall into the sea of fire, a pair of huge black wings suddenly appeared, enveloping my body and forcibly yanking me out.

The black wings retracted, and I found myself facing the man opposite me.

It was indeed Feng Xianqiu.

Those black wings, with a wingspan of two or three meters, I have seen more than once.

They appear each time when Feng Lishu is in a dire crisis.

Time and again, they have protected Feng Lishu.

I had racked my brains trying to find their master, and now he finally revealed his true face at Mount Lu.

Feng Xianqiu didn't even bother to pretend anymore.

Yeah, why bother pretending?

This is Dark Parasol Mountain, the territory of the Feng Clan.

The Feng Clan has no Phoenix Lord; as the Right Protector, he can cover the sky with one hand.

Feng Xianqiu looked at me, a smile playing on his lips: 'Ali, I've waited for you a long time; I said you would surely come back to beg me.'

I never imagined we would expend primordial effort to get this far, only to be ambushed by Feng Xianqiu lying in wait.

But unlike storming the Feng Clan head‑on or confronting Feng Xianqiu directly, I still have a choice now.

I neither responded to Feng Xianqiu nor felt afraid.

Instead, amid his evil grin, I suddenly turned and slammed straight into the parasol tree's trunk.

That earlier test made me realize the parasol tree links to the heart of Dark Parasol Mountain, where the Nirvana fire resides.

And if I wish to regain my identity as the Fire Shaman God, I must undergo a Nirvana……

And if I want to regain the identity of the Fire Witch God, I must undergo a Nirvana…