The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World-Chapter 428 - 263 Shenghe Daojun_2

Chapter 428: Chapter 263 Shenghe Daojun_2

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“Hmph!”

A cold snort spoke for itself.

“Ha ha!”

Feng Qing’an laughed awkwardly. The condition of the Immortal Bell was obviously amiss, making it conspicuous hanging right above the head of the Eastern Radiance.

The cracks spread all over the surface of the bell were telling of its past. The shattered bell body indicated a tragic event in the past, apparently implying unpleasant outcomes and a past that was preferably left unmentioned.

His previous question seemed to have touched a wound of the Immortal Sect’s history, angering the East Radiance. From the tone of its response, it seems the rank of the bell had declined following the event.

The bell, though shattered, still showed a complete spiritual intellect. This, on one hand, demonstrated its past glory, and on the other hand, presented a stark contrast with the current status quo, which was hard to accept.

“Just killing this Ten Tribulations Ghost Immortal like this, once Creation Boundary Mountain behind it confirms his death, wouldn’t it be inviting big trouble?” ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Feng Qing’an shifted the topic, expressing his bewilderment. Regardless of whether the spirit of the Cave Sky had heard of the Creation Boundary Mountain or not, the fact that a Ten Tribulations Ghost Immortal was assigned as a gatekeeper indicated that it must be of great significance.

“Boy, do you think I don’t exist? Even if they want to investigate, they’ve to successfully do so first!”

A deep bell sound echoed, accompanying the sound of Phoenix Supreme World Shocking Bell. The grand bell sound swept across the dark universe, eliminating all tangible and intangible air forces, even disrupting the cause and effect, confusing the heavenly secrets, and erasing everything that had happened here. No one could deduce anything, let alone investigate.

“Do you know about Creation Boundary Mountain?”

Feng Qing’an asked the Eastern Radiance and Immortal Bell, albeit without much hope.

Because Eastern Radiance had only awakened a few hundred years ago, its long slumber made everything that had happened in the meanwhile insignificant. It could not possibly know about the Daoist Scriptures and Buddhist scrolls widely prevalent now, which he had brought here.

“I don’t know, nor do I care. It’s just a little Ghost Immortal. In the past, I even had two Earth Immortal guards.”

The Phoenix Supreme World Shocking Bell responded nonchalantly. Despite its downfall, its glorious past helped it stay composed.

“Earth Immortals as guards?”

Feng Qing’an’s mouth twitched. Above the Human Immortals were Earth Immortals. He hadn’t yet met a real Human Immortal and didn’t know their exceptional flair and grace.

The shattered bell that hung over Eastern Radiance once had two Earth Immortals for guards. Considering its status as an inherited Daoist instrument—a level even higher than the Immortal Tool—it wasn’t surprising, even if it was just for show.

“Boy, rest assured, it’s a small matter, no need to panic. If your watchdog gets killed, would you make great efforts to look for it?”

“From the last drop of the Yellow River to the ends of the Blue Sky!”

Feng Qing’an responded firmly. Other than Black Mountain, who else could be his watchdog?

“Let’s go back!”

Eastern Radiance tore through the void with a swing of her arm. As she was about to return to the Ghost Nation, she took back Phoenix Supreme World Shocking Bell.

At this moment, Feng Qing’an also withdrew his focus from Eastern Radiance. What Eastern Radiance would do next didn’t require much thought. This highly assertive national lord would likely clean up her own house.

There was no need for him to interfere. Instead, he should focus on his own matters—how to use his unique body traits to deal with the Ghost Creatures that flooded from the dark stream to the Human World.

If he took off the Bead of Heaven and Earth and stood in the dark, it might not work. His body attracted the Ghost Creatures too strongly—it was somewhat scary. Even the smartest Ghost Creature might go mad under such strong stimuli.

Should he store a breath or a drop of blood?

Such methods might be more practical, causing smaller disturbances. As for what to use for storage and what to use as a carrier were also challenging matters. However, these were small problems. The main point was that he had ascertained his body’s strong attraction to Ghost Creatures.

“Shang Li has fallen!”

A long sigh echoed languidly, resounding in a strangely blank space filled with an elusive white light. There were no mountains, no rivers, no living things. No scenery was visible, only an expanse of vast emptiness.

The source of that elusive radiance was a lotus flower throne at the very center of the void. Seated on the throne was a person, his demeanor carefree and relaxed. He had half-closed eyes and each time he opened his mouth, countless golden lotuses fell like a shower from the heavens.

Each golden lotus bloomed in mid-air, then wilted and vanished. Streams of lucky aura then scattered in all directions; waves of Dao patterns rippled across the space, a golden spring gushed and flowed, and a rainbow spanned the sky.

This person was wearing a plain white Taoist robe, his hair and beard were snowy white, yet his facial features were as smooth as a baby’s. He sat holding a whisk, emanating an aura of Dao and constantly surrounded by the sounds of celestial music, the marvels never ending.

“After all, they are just spirits and ghostly Yin spirits, they will never achieve the right fruit. Even when a disaster strikes, they are not aware of it and willingly follow a path to their own demise.”

“What a pity!”

The Taoist held the whisk, calculating for a moment then prepared to close the calculation. A mere Yin ghost was not worth him leaving his state of enlightenment and wasting his time.

“Hmm?! Someone is hiding the secrets of heaven?”

His eyes that were about to close, suddenly opened wide again. The Taoist had a sudden realization. The infinite celestial light burst out at this moment.

Around him, various marvels appeared. Within a moment, they reached their peak and even seemed to evolve into a miniature world beneath him.

“Who dares to act?”

If it were just a mere fall, a confrontation with a strong enemy, or an exploration of a secret realm and encountering danger there, he wouldn’t care at all. In his eyes, these were just tribulations they had to face.

Those who do not know how to evade disasters, those who act recklessly, have this fate. They deserve such an end. There is no need for him to worry about this, let alone spend his energy on it. His sigh was merely to express his regret at losing a forbidden artifact he had bestowed not long ago.

He had just perceived the fallen servant, and after conducting a short calculation, knew everything. Yet, when he tried to calculate who had caused the servant’s fall – who had eradicated him, he couldn’t calculate anything. This situation instantly put the Taoist on high alert.

Who was he?

The Lord of the Creation Boundary Mountain, one of the seven supreme mountain lords, Shenghe Daojun!

Even though among the seven great mountain lords, he ranked the last. Yet every time he left the Creation Boundary Mountain, regardless of the place he went to, all the tribes would bow down to him, all the spirits would prostrate, and he was the venerated Daojun.

But as the Daojun, he couldn’t calculate who had slain his servant and led to his fall. He only knew about the servant’s experience before his death. How absurd is this?

At the very least, the one who acted must be equal to him to be able to erase the secrets of heaven to such an extent that he couldn’t calculate anything. But how could such a being target a small ghost immortal he had taken in from the underworld?

How could there be such a faceless Daojun? If the one he beheaded today was a watchkeeping ghost immortal, what about tomorrow’s target? Wouldn’t it be him, Shenghe Daojun, or even the entire Creation Boundary Mountain?

The one who fell was a gatekeeper who didn’t know much, but if his soul was searched, wouldn’t that be enough to gain an understanding of the Creation Boundary Mountain?

“It seems I need to go out and take a look around!”

In a whimsical moment, the Taoist could sit no longer. He rose from his lotus throne, took a step forward, and everything was turned upside down. The blank emptiness, which held nothing except his throne and himself, was left behind.

When he appeared again, he was floating above a vast, primitive land. A surging river stretched for thousands of miles, ancient trees towered into the sky, blocking the sun and clouds. Majestic and peculiar cliffs were visible everywhere.

Roar―

Under the Taoists’ feet was a mountainous area. The moment he appeared, he saw a massive elephant covered in blue scales trampling across the mountains, it let out an earth-shaking roar, and then began fighting a fiery tiger wrapped in flames.

Blood was spilled, scales were flying. This was a brutal and bloody scene, but the seemingly peaceful Taoist was quite interested in observing it. After seeing the fiery tiger hunting down and devouring the blue-scaled elephant, he waved his hand, sending down a ray of celestial light as a reward.

And such cruel scenes were not uncommon in this vast, primitive and desolate land.