Chapter 1505 — A Meeting of Two Powers
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
" A little girl blocked his way, looking up at him, her voice clear and pleasant. "This is the Hundred Thousand Holy Mountains, a place the Ghost Capital cannot reach.
You are a ghost—if you leave here, the Earth Lord will seize you and take you to the Ghost Capital!
You were imprisoned in the Pixiang Hall, so you must have done many bad things while alive, right? The Earth Lord will whip your backside fiercely! " The Ming Emperor was caught between laughter and tears. He stopped and asked, "Who are you? Why do you block Our path? " "My name is Hua Xuanxiu, and this is Wen Yuan, my senior brother.
" The girl pulled over a handsome youth and said with a smile, "He is the young sect master of our Heavenly Sage Sect. After a few years of assessment, he can inherit the position of sect master. Of course, the old sect master is still alive. Our Heavenly Sage Sect's rule is that the young sect master had best be able to kill the old sect master to rightfully take the position. I'm afraid Wen Yuan won't have that chance—our old sect master is strong and vigorous. .
. " Patriarch Wen Yuan said helplessly, "That was a corrupt custom passed down by successive sect masters who misunderstood Patriarch Wei's teachings. Now that Patriarch Wei has returned, that rule no longer exists.
Ming Emperor, you have lost your physical body and are now in a ghostly state. It would be best for you to stay here.
When the sect master awakens and finds the fragments of your former body, he can reconstruct a body for you and bring you back to life. " Seeing how endearing and lovely the two were, the Ming Emperor could not help feeling a sense of closeness. He said, "I am now nothing but a lone wandering ghost with nothing to my name.
Why don't I teach you two, brother and sister, my supreme arts as compensation.
. . " Hua Xuanxiu and Wen Yuan exchanged a glance, then looked up in unison. "Is it the Wulou Zaohua Xuangong? " The Ming Emperor was stunned for a moment, then nodded, puzzled inwardly.
"Even children know of my Wulou Zaohua Xuangong? What era is this? Has even my secret, never-transmitted art become as common as cabbage?
" "We have both already practiced it.
" Patriarch Wen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "That's right. When the sect master mentioned you before, he said you were killed because your Wulou Zaohua Xuangong could not reach the primordial spirit—you could not make your primordial spirit transform along with your body into the three-headed, six-armed form. Since you cannot leave now, we will teach you the Red Emperor's Three Primordial Spirits Immortal Consciousness.
" The Ming Emperor's eyes went wide. His mind was in a daze, and as if possessed, he nodded.
Then he suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Little friends, what era is this now? " "Jingping!
" Hua Xuanxiu and Patriarch Wen Yuan said in unison. Lan Yutian, meanwhile, was looking at another version of himself—the Heavenly Venerable Yu. At this moment, the Heavenly Venerable Yu was a mass of remnant soul carrying memories from a million years ago.
Whether to merge with his own remnant soul and become the Heavenly Venerable Yu made him hesitate. The Heavenly Venerable Yu was also looking at him.
The two youths looked almost identical—though Lan Yutian was somewhat plumper.
With Yan'er around, it was hard for him to stay thin. His face still held a childlike innocence, while the Heavenly Venerable Yu seemed much more mature—though his form was illusory, without a physical body, and his soul was severely incomplete.
Lan Yutian looked at this former self in confusion. Though their souls were the same, and he himself was a consciousness born from this body, he still felt that he was not the Heavenly Venerable Yu. The Heavenly Venerable Yu seemed to see his confusion.
He smiled gently and said, "Can you tell me about your experiences these past years? " Lan Yutian hesitated, then nodded. One person and one remnant soul sat by a cliff.