Chapter 903 - 252: Master and Servant, Journey West, Heart-Slaying

Chapter 903: Chapter 252: Master and Servant, Journey West, Heart-Slaying

She just needs to invade this cemetery.

With her words, the barbarian soldiers and the gray wolves surged into the labyrinth.

And Meng Xingxian looked at the crow above and exclaimed sharply, "Why won’t you let me send my son in! He’s your nephew too, why are you so heartless? Why?!"

The crow replied, "I can bring him in, but you cannot bring people in."

Meng Xingxian continued, "As a mother, why can’t I see my son off?"

The crow remained silent, no one can wake someone who pretends to be asleep.

Below its lowered gaze, it could still see that old man with a head full of white hair.

The old man’s body was still robust.

And over fifty years, this old man had come here every year, shouting "Aunt, Aunt", sometimes sitting alone, talking to Aunt Crow Mother about his experiences.

From childhood to adolescence, to middle age, and now to the present.

Li Yuan might know little about this grandson, but Crow Mother was part of his life.

But at this moment, the old man understood his mother’s thoughts as well as the helplessness of Aunt Crow Mother.

Yet he couldn’t do anything, just sat on a three-headed gray wolf with a desolate and sorrowful expression.

He had let his mother down.

His mother wanted him to attack Central Earth, but he had never been able to invade the Central Plains in his life because the Human Emperor was stationed there.

Wherever the Human Emperor is, no one can invade.

Now, the barbarians were already scarce and couldn’t assemble enough forces to invade the Central Plains.

He was old, having spent his entire life on the ice plains.

Actually... he rather envied his father. At least his father carried the Golden Giant Axe, led the West Pole Wolf Riders across the Long Sleep River, and faced the Human Emperor in battle.

Even if it ended in defeat, it was better than being a king who achieved nothing.

"Kill!"

"Kill your way in!"

Meng Xingxian’s face twisted, pointing directly at the Divine Tomb.

The wolf tide surged, and the barbarian soldiers followed.

Today, she intended to gamble.

If Crow Mother refused, she would drag the entire Ice Barbarians with her as a sacrifice.

She refused to believe that Crow Mother would kill off the entire Barbarian Race.

Over the years, the totem of the crow and the gray wolf had been worshipped time after time by the people here; she couldn’t believe Crow Mother had no feelings.

This move, regardless of victory or defeat, was aimed at the heart.

She wanted to pierce Crow Mother’s heart!

Crow Mother could choose to leave the Divine Tomb; as long as she left, everything would be fine.

If she didn’t leave, then she would have to kill off the entire Barbarian Race.

"Zhenyan Huo!"

Meng Xingxian suddenly pointed to the not-too-distant area.

There, a brawny, wild-eyed youth with red patterns painted in blood on his face urged his wolf forward and shouted, "Great-grandmother."

Meng Xingxian smiled, "You take them."

Zhenyan Huo was the son of Zhenyan Mie’s daughter, only sixteen now, but he had inherited the bloodline of the Barbarian King and was particularly powerful.

Beside him, Zhenyan Mie understood her mother’s intentions and said sorrowfully, "Mother!!"

"You shut up!" Meng Xingxian said, then smiled again at Zhenyan Huo, "Little Huo is strong and ready; others can’t, but you certainly can!"

Zhenyan Huo was completely unaware of the frozen conditions inside the Divine Tomb that nullified all powers, showing an expression of youthful fearlessness, "Don’t worry, Grandpa."

He grasped a large axe, took a team, and prepared to enter the labyrinth.

Meng Xingxian raised her head to look at the crow above, her expression saying, "If you have the guts, kill this child."

She was certainly an outsider, but Zhenyan Huo’s blood also flowed with that of Crow Mother’s family.

’If you have the guts, kill your own blood kin!’

She grinned viciously, then glanced sideways at the other barbarians.

The branch of Zhenyan Huang had already spread its branches, and here... there were quite a few of Crow Mother’s kin.

’If you have the guts, kill them all!’

The crow lowered its gaze and flew away.

The sound of flapping wings intertwined, like an ominous reaper’s low wail, echoing in the night and snow, turning into a mournful elegy, ethereal, sorrowful...

"Don’t come in, child, no matter how strong you are, your power cannot be exerted in the cemetery." The crow warned, "In the depths of this cemetery, all powers will disappear."

Zhenyan Huo paused slightly and looked up, "Crow Mother, I still have to try.

Our warrior of the barbarian race will never be dissuaded by mere words!

Our barbarian warrior... fears no death and will never retreat!!"

His mouth curled into a smile, eyes shining, as his knotted muscles tensed and his fingers gripped the large axe tightly.

He suddenly swung the axe, roaring, "Never retreat!!"

The barbarian soldiers who followed him also began to roar, charging with the pack of wolves toward the pitch-black cave, moments later... all was silent.

A lonely woman sat beneath the Yin Yang Fish deep in the cemetery, expressionless as she looked afar, her heart already completely numb.

Come.

Kill.

Kill them all.

She was happy; her crows were experiencing various lifetimes outside; her crows accompanied her father, her crows possessed a freedom no one could have.

She was free, happy.

A gentle maiden’s lips curled into a smile, smiling.

Outside the labyrinth, Meng Xingxian pointed again, "Xuefang Tonghuo, it’s your turn!"

This Xuefang Tonghuo, though of a different surname, was also her grandson.

A slightly lean but exceptionally strong youth stepped forward with a spear.

Meng Xingxian asked, "Are you afraid?"

Xuefang Tonghuo laughed heartily, "A warrior of our barbarian race knows not what fear is!"

Meng Xingxian said, "Great-grandmother believes you can surely open the gate of the Divine Tomb."

"Yes!"

The lean youth mounted his wolf, raised his head, and led his troops away.

But this time, before he went far, he felt something seemed to change behind him.

A giant golden body, tall as a hundred meters, treaded through the eternal night’s snowstorm, overlooking all life.

Meng Xingxian’s memory was instantly triggered; she mounted her wolf, circled around, and prepared for battle.

"Stop it."

Li Yuan said.

Meng Xingxian looked up and started laughing madly, tears streaming down her face, "You want me to stop, what gives you the right to make me stop?!"

"Come with me."

Li Yuan said.

Meng Xingxian knew she was no match, so she mounted her wolf and left.

Once in a secluded place, she looked up at the giant, her face reflecting the incoming hot wind, and coldly and proudly said, "It’s nothing but death; I’m no stranger to dying."

Li Yuan said, "You asked me what gives me the right to make you stop."

"Yes." Meng Xingxian was not the least bit afraid.

Li Yuan said, "Just because I am Zhenyan Huang’s father."

Meng Xingxian: ...

This wolf mother, crafting intrigues, fell into a mysterious silence, her facial expression complex and bewildered, finally her lips moved slightly, murmuring, "Impossible, impossible..."

A carriage came from afar, the curtain lifted, revealing the face of an old man.

That face looked the same as decades ago.

Soon, the old man became a youth, white hair turned to black.

Many years ago, Li Yuan needed to maintain this secret, but now he did not.

At this moment, the youth looked steadily at the wolf mother and asked, "Am I not?"

Meng Xingxian screamed in shock and turned to run away.

Li Yuan’s figure moved like an eagle grabbing a chick, casually picked her up, and tossed her back into the carriage.