Chapter 493 - The Ferryman of the Yellow Springs

The Tian Yun president did not dare to put on any airs before the two emissaries. Seeing the divine flame drawing closer and closer, he said fearfully, “Emissary, what should we do now?”

The tall man waved a hand. “Enough! It’s just a small matter! We have been in the organization for so many years. What great storms haven’t we seen? Although you’re an outer-circle member, you’re still part of the organization. Since you ran into us two today, we’ll protect you. That’s just the organization’s rule. You don’t need to worry anymore. First go find a safe place...”

In spite of the desperate situation, the president was still taken aback. This one is quite the chatterbox—

Just as he thought that, the tall man grabbed his shoulder and casually tossed him aside. White light flashed, and the president flew out of the Central Continent’s territory.

The tall man sighed. “Old Liu, our real selves are still carrying out missions elsewhere. Running into such a big fellow like this is a bit troublesome.”

The short man seemed somewhat urgent. He struggled for a long time before finally getting out the three words he wanted to say, “C-c-c... c-c-c... can’t beat it!”

Afterward, he felt refreshed and very pleased.

The tall man was silent for a moment. “Old Liu, from now on, when you see outsiders, speak less.”

The short man was speechless.

The divine flame, who was twice as strong as before, swallowed them up. Within the sweeping divine flames, their conversation could faintly be heard.

“Old Liu, this time, it looks like our split souls are going to be lost here.”

“C-c...”

“You’re right, we really can’t beat it.”

“C-c... can beat it!”

***

Although the giant understood Chongming’s peculiarity, it had no intention of letting the rooster go. The third eye on its brow suddenly opened wide. “Ant!”

A red light that faintly carried a hint of destructive intent fell upon Chongming. The space within several li in radius silently turned to dust. A few scorched black divine feathers fell, and Chongming had already vanished. This time, he did not come back.

Having just dealt with Chongming, the two emissaries landed before the giant. One was tall and shrouded in black light, while the other was short and wrapped in white light.

The giant asked slowly, emotionlessly, “Who are you?”

Even within the divine domain, its status was exceptionally noble. The giant had never taken his opponents seriously from beginning to end.

The tall man chuckled. “Me? I’m the Ferryman of the Yellow Springs, Ren Wu!”

Beside him, the short man stammered, completely opposite to Ren Wu’s fluency, “R-Ren... R-Ren... R-Ren...”

He struggled for a long time before finally managing to get out the second word. “Liu!”

***

Within the God-Slaying Formation in the Western Desert, the freed divine clan member seemed weary.

Yun Tu kowtowed again, more respectful than before. He could see that the descended divine clan member was very strong. “My god, this is—”

The head’s tone carried reverence. “Divine King Pi Luo!”

Among the divine clan, strength determined status. Back when they destroyed the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, a divine king had led the operation. The rest, including himself, were only divine generals. Even within the divine domain, Divine King Pi Luo was a renowned existence.

***

Outside, upon seeing Divine King Pi Luo descend, the old monk immediately understood that the situation was lost. He chanted softly and prepared to leave this place, “Amitabha.”

Yun Ao raised an eyebrow. “Bald donkey, are you going to throw your life away?”

The old monk lowered his eyes, and he returned to his previous benevolent appearance. “If I do not enter hell, who will?”

His form flickered, and he was gone without a trace.

Yun Ao laughed. Whether it was admiration or contempt, it was unclear. In the next moment, Yun Tu had landed beside him. He had already returned to human form. Moreover, his cultivation level was somewhat higher than before: the Feather Transformation realm!

Yun Tu’s tone carried endless fervor. “Let’s go. Follow me to welcome the Divine King Pi Luo!”

Yun Ao raised an eyebrow. “Divine King?”

He had also learned a bit about the divine domain’s rank divisions, but he hadn’t expected the one descending this time to be a Divine King. Even among the divine clan, there were only a few of such an existence.

Yun Tu was serious. “Drop that pointless pride of yours! You must kneel in welcome before the Divine King, or I’ll teach you a lesson!”

To him, Pi Luo’s descent meant the plan had succeeded, and Yun Ao was no longer that useful.

Yun Ao narrowed his eyes. “Yun Tu, do you know what you look like right now?”

“What?”

Yun Ao grinned. “A dog with a broken spine.”

Yun Tu smiled back. “Very vivid. Yun Ao, you must die. I swear I’ll make you die an ugly death.”

Yun Ao ignored him and got ready to leave. “That depends on your master’s wishes first. Between you and me, one is a descendant of the Dragon Ancestor and master of the Dragon Seal. The other is an obedient but easily replaceable dog. Guess who holds a more important place in his heart?”

Yun Tu simply stared at Yun Ao’s back with a smile and followed.

As they neared the Central Continent, Yun Ao raised an eyebrow and stopped. His gaze fell into the distance, and showed no surprise. “Hm? Yun Tian, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Yun Tu frowned deeply at Yun Ao. “Father? You deliberately lured him here?”

Yun Ao sighed with emotion. “Not me. It was the Dragon Seal.”

The Dragon Seal and the Dragon Mark. The former was formed from the Dragon Ancestor’s divine soul, while the other was forged from its reverse scale. The two were originally one. When one side was fully activated, the other would sense it. If one side was in trouble, the other could rush to support it based on that connection. The two were meant to be mutually reliant, but in the hands of these mortal enemies, their function was exactly the opposite.

At this moment too, a dragon’s cry came from afar. A hazy purple hue faintly appeared on the horizon. The next moment, a thousand-zhang purple dragon descended before the two of them. Purple flames coiled around the dragon, and its pair of purple-crystal-like eyes stared fixedly at the two. The Flame Emperor stood on the dragon’s horns.