Chapter 871: Demon God Flower
The voice was deep, eerie, and utterly lifeless, as if coming from the depths of a cold, dark, and empty underground, making one’s entire body feel uncomfortable, filled with venomous resentment.
“If you can hear my voice, it means you survived, beyond my expectations...”
Ye Fan and Pang Bo said nothing, listening quietly. Like a vengeful ghost escaping from hell, the voice sounded like two metal plates scraping together—harsh, grating, sending chills down one’s spine.
“Enjoy your fleeting time; I will come for you, take your life with my own hands, and offer you as a sacrifice!”
It was as if a thousand-year-old ghost was cursing, cold and sinister. The words were few, but they stirred deep disgust from the heart, his tone utterly venomous.
For a long time, the bamboo grove remained silent, without a sound. Ye Fan clenched his fists. Back then, the thirteen holy sons had set a trap to kill him, a case that had always remained unsolved.
In the past, it was the same voice, equally venomous, using Liu Yiyi as bait to lure him into a death trap. That was the first time he had triggered a heavenly tribulation to kill his enemies, leaving blood everywhere, ashes scattered across the ground, and countless dead.
Yet, that battle yielded no leads. Even after Ye Fan’s exhaustive investigations, he never found the culprit, and the matter was eventually dropped—until now.
Now, the black hand had reappeared, the same person, the same malicious voice. He would never forget it after hearing it just once.
Pang Bo pondered for a long time, recalling everything from the past, considering various possibilities but struggling to grasp the ultimate truth. “Only two strikes in so many years—there can’t be more than two reasons...”
First, Ye Fan had always been cautious. In those days, he faced many powerful enemies, with numerous sect leader-level figures hunting him. For years, he had used source arts to conceal his true appearance and wandered everywhere, making him impossible to track. Second, that person’s cultivation was insufficient, and only in recent years had he gained enough confidence to believe he could kill Ye Fan, hence the move.
“It might not be a person,” the big black dog muttered. Keeping up with the times, it had quickly learned how to fiddle with the phone, flipping it over and over, eyeing it covetously.
“A cold ancient coffin, a suffocating atmosphere, a ghost dwelling in darkness...” Li Tian stared at the image of the bronze coffin and the vengeful ghost, feeling it matched the voice just heard.
“Nothing to fear. We’ll think it over carefully when we get back.” Pang Bo slammed his fist on the stone table, though a hint of unease lingered in his heart.
“Back then, what exactly crossed the void with us? Besides this vengeful ghost, were there others?” Ye Fan stared at the blurry image, deep in thought.
He and Pang Bo counted carefully: there were sixteen living people in the coffin, along with several corpses, likely from the journey from the Ancient Yinghuo Star to the Big Dipper Star Domain.
Did this vengeful ghost follow from Earth, or board at the Ancient Yinghuo Star? It was hard to guess. The process of crossing star domains was far more complex than they had imagined, and being caught in the middle of it back then, they knew nothing. Now, stepping back and recalling carefully, it sent chills down their spines—truly terrifying.
“There might be others. Be careful!” Ye Fan said. Now they were in the open, while the hidden existence had been watching covetously for years, making it extremely dangerous.
They searched the Feather Transformation Immortal Valley. It was truly a wonderful place. Ancient herbs clung to the cracks of stone cliffs, their medicinal fragrance striking the senses. Various rare trees grew in abundance, many of which were exotic species from the primeval era, let alone the present.
Li Heishui was incredibly lucky. Beside a secluded stream, he dug up an ancient herb with a medicinal age of a full fifty thousand years, known as a minor medicine king. It emitted auspicious vapors and a rich, fragrant aroma.
The big black dog set its sights on a grove of Qilin orchid trees, digging up dozens in one go, nearly stripping the area clean. It hauled them, mud and all, into its own treasure vault, claiming it would plant them in the Heavenly Court later.
Of course, it also swept through the spirit bamboo grove, which was as white as mutton fat jade, leaving only a few as seeds for continuation.
“This emperor is the most principled. I never exhaust the essence of heaven and earth. I always leave a thread of life for things to continue multiplying.”
Everyone scorned him together.
The Feather Transformation Immortal Valley was vast, a small world of unknown origin. Ancient relics were mottled with age; some stone tables and stools had already decayed, and the plants had multiplied for countless generations.
In the valley, flowers bloomed brilliantly, filling the air with fragrance. A gentle breeze blew, sending colorful petals drifting down like rain, sparkling and crystalline, intoxicatingly fragrant, like a celestial realm.
This was a true pure land, beautiful and peaceful, making one reluctant to leave. It was an excellent place for cultivating the mind and body, with scenery like a painting, serene and delightful.
Petals fell in sheets, filling the sky in a riot of colors, sparkling and fragrant. Ji Ziyue used Ye Fan’s phone to take a group photo of them.
Then, she stood with Ye Fan, smiling brightly amid the rain of petals, asking Pang Bo to take a picture. The moment was frozen in time. She said she would treasure it carefully and never lose it.
The stars were too far apart. Who could be sure they would meet again? She forced a smile, then took Ye Fan’s phone and tucked it close to her body.
“Very fragrant! What heavenly treasure has emerged?” Black Emperor sniffed with its dog nose, a look of suspicion on its face, and dashed forward.
Everyone had to admire it. Following it for seven or eight li, they all caught a faint, ethereal fragrance that made every pore open wide, as if they were about to ascend to immortality.
This was a stone forest, barren of vegetation. After advancing over a li, they came upon a stone mountain. The path was narrow, and his expression was solemn. His memories were unlocked, his fists clenched tightly. He sensed a familiar aura and thought of many departed old friends.
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