Chapter 720
Ren Xue
"I will also be prepared," Tang Wulin said solemnly.
Bibi Dong glanced at Dai Chengfeng, and the two exchanged a look. Dai Chengfeng nodded slightly, and Bibi Dong said, "We will also travel together. The Law of Wind has certain advantages in detecting and avoiding danger, and it may be of assistance."
“In that case,” Tang San took out a blue scale from his pocket and handed it to Qian Renxue, “this is my Sea God’s Reverse Scale, containing the power of my full-force attack. In a critical moment, it might save your lives. See you in the God Realm Central Region in three months.”
He paused, then added, "In these three months, do your best to improve your strength. The Tomb of the Gods is not only dangerous, but also full of opportunities—ancient gods are buried there, and fragments of their legacy and remnants of divine artifacts may become the key to your breakthrough. But remember, act according to your ability; coming back alive is more important than anything else."
"Thank you, Uncle." Qian Renxue solemnly accepted the Reverse Scale.
Xiao Wu stepped forward, took a pink hairpin from her hair, and gently inserted it into Qian Renxue's hair: "This is my natal artifact, the 'Soft Bone Hairpin,' which can withstand one soul attack. Child, you must come back safely."
Feeling the warm divine power emanating from the hairpin, Qian Renxue's eyes welled up with tears: "Auntie..."
"Alright, enough with the sentimental talk." Xiao Wu wiped her eyes and smiled gently. "You all rest well and make plans. We'll meet in the God Realm in three months."
Tang San and Xiao Wu's figures gradually faded, eventually disappearing into the night sky. The God King could come and go freely, unrestricted by space.
Only four people remained on the plain. A night breeze blew by, bringing a chill.
“Let’s go back to the old site of the Spirit Hall first,” Bibi Dong said. “Although it’s abandoned, the foundation is still there. We can set up some defensive and spirit-gathering formations there, which is suitable for your secluded cultivation.”
Qian Renxue and Tang Wulin nodded. The four of them transformed into four streaks of light and flew towards the former site of the Spirit Hall.
During the journey, Qian Renxue couldn't help but ask, "Senior Bibi Dong, why are you helping me like this? We... shouldn't have any connection."
Bibi Dong was silent for a while before slowly saying, "I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."
"Help yourself?"
“At the end of the Law of Wind is ‘Cause and Effect.’ I see causal threads related to me in you.” Bibi Dong’s voice drifted in the night wind. “The aura of that gray current is very familiar to me… so familiar that it feels like a part of me. I must figure out what this is all about.”
Qian Renxue was startled and wanted to ask more, but Bibi Dong had already accelerated forward, clearly unwilling to say anything more.
Dai Chengfeng flew to Qian Renxue's side and whispered, "In the next three months, I will organize all the memory fragments about the Tomb of the Gods in the Wind God's inheritance. Although it will not be complete, it is better than knowing nothing at all."
"Thank you very much, senior," Qian Renxue said sincerely.
“No need to thank me,” Dai Chengfeng said, looking at Bibi Dong’s back with a complicated expression. “I’m following her because I owe her my life. I will do my best to help her with whatever she wants to do.”
Tang Wulin held Qian Renxue's hand and whispered, "Xue'er, no matter what lies ahead, I will face it with you."
Qian Renxue responded with a firm smile: "Yes, together."
Four figures streaked across the night sky, disappearing into the distant horizon. Their destination—the ruins of the Spirit Hall, that magnificent complex that once ruled the continent, now lay abandoned for millennia, silently awaiting their arrival. Night deepened, and the sky was filled with stars. But upon closer inspection, one could see that the light of some stars seemed dimmer than usual, as if shrouded in an invisible haze.
And among those stars, some ancient beings seemed to be slowly awakening from their slumber because of this newfound angelic power.
The eyes in the abyss opened.
It was already late at night when Qian Renxue and her companions arrived at the former site of the Spirit Hall.
Ten thousand years is enough time to turn even the most magnificent buildings into ruins. The once towering Papal Palace is now nothing but broken walls and rubble. Huge stone pillars lie scattered among the weeds, and exquisite reliefs have been blurred by wind and rain. Moonlight shines on these ruins, casting long, twisted shadows, making the scene appear particularly desolate.
Even so, one can still imagine the former glory of this place from its remaining scale.
Qian Renxue stood in the center of the ruins, speechless for a long time. This was the place where her ancestors once ruled, the place of glory for the angel race. However, ten thousand years had passed, and the glory had turned to dust, leaving only these silent ruins, telling the story of the ruthlessness of time.
“Sadness is useless,” Bibi Dong’s voice came from behind. “Hurry up and recover. Your divine power has only recovered less than 10%. Entering the Tomb of the Gods in this state is tantamount to suicide.”
She walked to a relatively flat open space and formed a hand seal. Azure wind laws surged from her hands, weaving intricate patterns in the air before slowly descending and imprinting themselves on the ground.
As she moved, the remaining soul power in the ruins was activated, converging from all directions. The fragments of the spirit-gathering array buried deep within the ruins, stimulated by the law of wind, actually began to operate again, though far less powerful than before, but still several times more concentrated than the outside world.
“The foundation of the magic array here is still intact. I’ve made some minor repairs, and it’s barely usable.” Bibi Dong looked at Dai Chengfeng. “You set up guards and defenses around the area. Although Seagod Island is unlikely to return, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Dai Chengfeng nodded, his figure transforming into a gentle breeze and disappearing into the ruins. Wherever he passed, almost invisible wind barriers quietly rose, enveloping the entire former site of the Spirit Hall.
Tang Wulin helped Qian Renxue sit down on a relatively intact stone platform: "Xue'er, you should regulate your breathing first. I will protect you."
Qian Renxue nodded, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes. Golden angelic power slowly surged from her body, condensing into the phantom of six wings of light behind her. However, compared to when she fought against Seagod Island, the wings of light appeared much dimmer now, and the edges were even somewhat blurred—a sign of excessive consumption of divine power.
Tang Wulin stood guard to the side, the Golden Dragon Spear planted beside him, watching his surroundings warily.
After setting up the spirit-gathering array, Bibi Dong found a place to sit down, but instead of cultivating, she looked up at the starry sky, lost in thought.
The night passed in silence.
At the same time, in the divine realm, at the central temple.
This is the core of power in the divine realm, the place jointly ruled by the five great god-kings. At this moment, five figures sit facing each other around the round table in the center of the temple.
In the center is Tang San, the dual god of the Sea God and the Asura God, the enforcer of the divine realm. To his left is the God of Destruction, clad in purple-black divine armor, his face shrouded in shadow; to his right is the Goddess of Life, with long emerald green hair, gentle yet majestic. On either side are the God of Kindness and the God of Evil, this husband-and-wife god-king pair always inseparable.
"Tang San, are you sure you want to break the seal on the Tomb of the Gods?" The God of Destruction's voice was deep and oppressive. "You should know the taboos of that place. The resentment from the ancient war of the gods has accumulated for ten thousand years; once released, the consequences will be unimaginable." (End of Chapter)