Feng Zun Journey: The World of the Netherworld
Chapter 5
The expression of the blind old man was different from before and he was very serious.
But it seemed like he was afraid that someone as arrogant as Feng Zun would not heed his advice, he finally explained, "You might not know this, you might not know this, but even though His Highness Long Shangdi had long disappeared from the world, his reputation still remained. Some of the strongest elders in the Netherworld had deep ties to him...
“If you talk about Chosen Man or True Dragon God in a disrespectful tone, it is most likely that it will invite unnecessary trouble variables.”
Every truly sincere word, straight from the heart, reveals a solemn warning, “Even my teacher, if he is still alive, reveals a heartfelt warning, it would be furious if he heard what you just said. He had great respect for the True Dragon God as well as karma with him more than anything, and he hated when others were casually commenting on him.”
The corner of Feng Zun's lips twitched without feeling, and he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The blind old man was completely blind!
“Forget it, let's break.”
Feng Zun could not say anything more, so he closed his eyes and immediately fell into a deep sleep.
The blind old man wanted to ask more questions about the identity of the teacher and student couple, but when he saw this, he held back.
He gently and carefully walked to a corner of the hall, then sat down cross-legged, yet his mind wandered.
Tomorrow, he would return to the Netherworld World, but he had no idea how many years would pass before he could actually avenge for his teacher…
Demon Emperor Damballa was too powerful.
Just thinking about it already made him feel helpless and hopeless.
No matter what, with the presence of His Highness Feng Zun, at least I have a hint of hope, he thought to himself.
Previously, Feng Zun had not taken Devil Emperor Damballa seriously at all. He even said that, if Demon Emperor Damballa dared to enter the Netherworld World, he would face it personally. Whether Feng Zun could really accomplish this or not, hearing him alone was already extremely comforting to the blind old man.
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Next morning.
The Eternal Darkness Domain was still dark and cloudy.
The Zeng Mo Palace.
The Ninth Zengtian, Chang Ziyan, and the other sect experts had gathered. They were busy erecting altars.
Feng Zun, the blind old man, the Daoist-robed old man, and his white-robed disciple were waiting at the side.
And Feng Zun of course, was waiting in his favorite rattan chair…
“Daoist Partner Feng.”
The Daoist-robed old man approached him with a smile.
“Do you have any business with me?” asked Feng Zun.
“I can't call it that,” said the old man, still smiling. “But there are some things I want to talk to you about, before we leave the Luo.” Mainland
"Oh?" said Feng Zun. “Let's listen to that.”
This cold and indifferent response made the white-robed young man frown. However, the Daoist-robed old man did not mind in the slightest.
He said with a smile, “As I and my disciple explored the Luo Mainland, we experienced some rare and unusual situations.”
Feng Zun did not reply. He just lay in his chair and drank, feeling very satisfied.
He knew that the old man wanted to say more. And it was true, a moment later, he said slowly, “The most surprising thing is in a remote small village in the territory of the Kingdom of Dailiang.”
“A small village?” the blind old man could not help but exclaim.
An Immortal God was shocked when visiting a small village?
No doubt this implies that the village in question is not simple!
“That's right,” sighs the Daoist-robed old man. “Every resident is an ordinary human being, yet the entire village is shrouded in lucky energy. As a result, the villagers were always successful in their every effort, and they enjoyed long life in peace. Truly a magical sight.”
The blind old man could not help but be surprised. Auspicious energy enveloped the village smoothly. Not even the famous blessed land will have that.
But now, a small village had become a gathering place for lucky energy!
This is hard to believe.
“Could there be a big secret hidden in the village?” ask the blind old man.
The Daoist-robed old man nodded, “I and my student visited the village directly, then we found a pair of siblings, who had a masterpiece of magic calligraphy taped to their doorstep.”
Right now, both the blind old man and Palace expert Zeng Mo were interested, and they were all listening.
Suddenly, Feng Zun asked, “What are you talking about is Dailiang River Village?”
Before the Daoist-robed old man replied, his disciple exclaimed, “Did you also know about the village?”
Without realizing it the group was dumbfounded.
What kind of village is this? An Immortal God noticed him, and now, even people like Feng Zun knew it too!
“Then, not strange.” murmured Feng Zun.
He recalled back to the village on the banks of the dailiang river and his meeting with the brothers Lao Ping and Lao An.
He also recalled the three lines of text that were the World Suppressing Amulets, which he gave to the brothers as he left them.
However, this response only further aroused the curiosity of the Daoist-robed old man.
He couldn't help but ask, “Mean Daoist Feng, could it be that you know the origin of the masterpiece?”
Everyone instinctively glanced at Feng Zun.
Feng Zun laughed, then asked back, “If I said it was my masterpiece, would you believe me?”
The Daoist-robed old man froze, looking flabbergasted.
But his student found it funny, “No one would believe such a joke.”
He spoke with conviction.
The blind old man immediately frowned, "How can you say that?"
The white-robed youth hurriedly explained, The line of text used the highest Decree, which is the secret legacy of the Fantian Emperor Sect, the number one sect in Wild Orion. Moreover, only Immortal God could make it!”
Sect Emperor Fantian!
The Luo Mainland cultivators might not know how powerful they were, but how could those present not know of it?
The supreme secret legacy of the strongest sect Wild Orion had appeared in Mainland Luo, in a remote village.
This is so unbelievable!
Moreover, the words of the white-robed young man proved that the calligraphy in question was not the work of Feng Zun!
After all, he was only at the late stage Immortal Realm, whereas to write those words required cultivating the Immortal God Realm, and he also had to be a member of the strongest sect of the Wild Orion Realm.
Red lips Chang Ziyan curved with ridicule, “Young Master Feng, it seems like they have known your pretenses.”
Feng Zun smiled but did not explain.
This is why he asked, “Do you believe me?”
Sometimes, when the truth doesn't fit someone's condition, they take it as an absurd lie.
If it insisted on explaining it, it would only lead to further misunderstandings.
Of course, among everyone only Chang Ziyan dared to mock Feng Zun. While others can only be silent, and consider his words as a joke.
Soon enough, other things distract the group. Only the Daoist-robed old man seemed to still want to say something. He sensed something was amiss here, but he didn't know where to start asking.
“Altar transmission is complete. Now, we just need to wait for the sect to bring us back.” said the Ninth Zengtian.
A thirty foot tall black altar stood before the Ninth Zengtian. It had eight corners, each filled with different Dao Rune formations.
When they saw this, the group's spirit surged.
However, the Daoist-robed old man could no longer hold back. He conveyed to Feng Zun, “Daoist Partners, we will continue the journey to the Netherworld World. I have a request that may not make sense. I'm not sure if I should say it or not, but.”.
Feng Zun glanced at the old man, then seemed to realize what he meant, "Just relax, I won't reveal anything about the two of you.”
The Daoist-robed old man instantly stiffened, but a moment later, he said solemnly, “Thank you very much.”
But in his heart, he could not remain calm.
Feng Zun's words had just confirmed something he had already guessed, that Feng Zun had actually known their identity, as well as what they wanted to do!
For a moment, the old man suspected that the calligraphy in Dailiang River Village was really the work of Feng Zun.
But at the same time Feng Zun sensed something, and he looked up at the sky.
It was time, he murmured to himself.
Wh-wh!
Almost at the same time, a low and thunderous rumbling sound rang out from behind the horizon.
The thirty foot tall black altar standing before the Ninth Zengtian trembled and the intricate Dao Rune glowed, then intertwined and wriggled continuously in the sky.
“Everything, the tunnel to the Netherworld World will open soon. Please, get ready,” the Ninth Zengtian said seriously.
When he had just said this, an extremely bright pillar of light descended from the dark sky, like the light of a galaxy descending from space, as it enveloped the altar.
The writhing Dao rune suddenly exploded with terrifying spatial energy, forming an entrance like a black vortex.
Before long, the black vortex gradually stabilized.
“Everything, please!” The Ninth Zengtian looked at Feng Zun, the Daoist-robed old man, and the others.
"Wait a minute."
Feng Zun got up from his rotating chair, then took out a talisman. As he circulated his cultivation base, a light burst forth and produced ripples of starlight.
The scene was visible to the naked eye. The strange spatial fluctuations that churned from the transmission altar swam like a fish and entered into Feng Zun's talisman.
Ninth Zengtian instantly tensed up, “Daoist Dean, what are you doing?”
Feng Zun said casually, “I only signaled the spatial node. That way, when I want to return to the Luo Mainland, I can find my way home easily.”
The Ninth Zengtian, Chang Ziyan, and the others were unwittingly dumbfounded. They can't fully understand that.
Marking spatial knots?
Wasn't it just Immortal God who could make such a thing?
They instinctively looked towards the Daoist-robed old man, who rubbed his beard with his fingers and laughed, “Daoist Press, you borrowed the power of the transmission formation, then used the spatial talisman as a guide. Such a method is like against the will of the heavens.”
Only then did the group understand.
However, the expression of the Daoist-robed old man looked conflicted.
He made it sound simple, but how could he fail to realize that this seemingly accidentally revealed ability was, in fact, a secret art that was truly unbelievable?
And spatial talismans were extremely rare treasures!
Where did Feng Zun get it from?
All of this made the old man even more aware of Feng Zun's mysteriousness, and in the depths of his heart, he no longer dared to treat him as an ordinary cultivator.
"Let's go."
Feng Zun immediately put away the talisman, then walked towards the transmission altar. The others followed him, entering the black vortex one after another.
Bang out!
Heaven and earth shook, and countless dao runes circulated.
Along with the rumbling of the next explosion, Feng Zun as well as the other group simply disappeared.
After they left, the thirty foot tall altar seemed to be running out of power. It split silently, then shattered into dust and disappeared in the wind.
Soon the heavens and earth returned to their former calm.
This is the twenty-sixth day of the fifth lunar month.
On this day, Feng Zun, who became a legend in the Radiant Age of Luo Land, departed for the Netherworld World!