Chapter 1339 - 677: The Last Day of February, Asking for Pink Tickets! (Part 2)

Huangfuming’s eyes were somewhat distracted, and he couldn’t help but curse: "You old thief without a body, who are you really? How can you lie in ambush inside the Stone Heart to trap people!"

The old man opened his tiger eyes wide, then held back his anger and said: "Consider yourself lucky, little ghost. I haven’t spoken to anyone for tens of thousands of years, my temperament is much better than back in the day." He took a gentle breath and said: "Listen closely, my name is Yin Wushang!"

His voice was deep, arrogant, filled with an overwhelming pride.

Then, there was a profound silence.

This time, it was Huangfuming who looked at him with an expression of disbelief.

Yin Wushang’s forehead veins throbbed violently, and he couldn’t help but say: "...You haven’t heard of my name?"

Huangfuming amusedly said: "Why must I have heard of your name?"

Yin Wushang was enraged: "I am the king of fifty million barbarians, leading the Barbarian Tribe in seventy-two battles with the world’s Great Demons, winning nine out of every ten battles, spreading the glory of my tribe across every inch of the Southern Continent, such great feats, you truly haven’t heard of them?"

He growled in a low voice: "Who is the current Barbarian King to dare forget my legacy!"

Huangfuming did not answer but instead asked him: "Since you are a remarkable person, how come you are hiding inside the Stone Heart like a lost soul?" His Soul Body seemed somewhat blurred. Having lost control over this Sea of Consciousness, even if Yin Wushang did not act, the water of the Sea of Consciousness would gradually wash away his will.

Yin Wushang snorted, begrudgingly said: "This Stone Heart, you took it from my burial mausoleum, didn’t you?" Seeing Huangfuming nod, he continued: "In my early years of battle, my body sustained great damage, and it became increasingly difficult to recuperate as I aged. Just then, during my exploration at Red Ghost Mountain, I discovered the Earth Evil Vein, and I ordered a tomb to be built there."

"Shortly after my death, my Divine Soul unexpectedly awoke again. I guess it was due to the thick Evil Qi of the Earth Evil Vein itself, combined with the Spirit Gathering Array which amplified the tomb’s Evil Qi sixtyfold. No King had ever been buried in the Earth Evil Vein, so I had no idea it had such miraculous effects!"

"But my Divine Soul awoke too slowly, when I opened my eyes, my physical body had already decayed, unable to return. That tomb was indeed built too well, the gatekeeper Dragon-Beast did not regain its senses, the door could never be opened! Haha, I built a fine tomb but ended up trapping myself within!" He mocked himself twice, "A Divine Soul cannot exist away from the body for long, this is a hard rule! So when I awoke, there was only one thing beside me that could contain my Divine Soul."

He cast Yang Ze, the designer and builder of the underground palace, into the Fake Tomb, refining him into the Artifact Spirit for the Flesh Furnace magic artifact. Yet he himself, during the long slumber, was accepted by the Stone Heart, similarly becoming its Artifact Spirit! The enmity between the two was profound as the sea, yet they encountered nearly identical fates in the fake and true burial mausoleums.

Huangfuming softly said: "That Power Soul!" The underground palace housed the Power Soul within the Stone Heart.

This was a secret known only among the Barbarian Royal Family, so Yin Wushang looked at him with surprise and said: "Indeed! I initially merely wanted to use it to harbor my Divine Soul, but I ended up staying too long inside, unable to easily break free until later, unable to leave it beyond ten feet!"

Seeing Huangfuming remain silent, Yin Wushang had to continue his soliloquy: "I don’t even know how much time has passed in the outside world. Seems like I slept too long inside the Power Soul and eventually got assimilated by it. After wishing and yearning for so long, finally yesterday a human girl entered and took the Power Soul, and I left the underground palace attached to the Stone Heart naturally."

Huangfuming sneered and said: "Assimilation? You speak so nicely, isn’t it simply being absorbed as the Artifact Spirit by the Power Soul!"

Yin Wushang’s old face reddened, but he grinned and said: "You little ghost are a Fortune General, I will not stoop to your level for now. If anyone else took the Stone Heart, they would merely use it as an object, and I would be just an Artifact Spirit—just as you said; but you foolishly merged the two Stone Hearts and implanted them in your own chest, this is truly marvelous, truly marvelous!" He laughed heartily, "With the Barbarian Ancestor above, I have yet another chance to be human again!"

"Though this body belongs to a human, it can accommodate the influx of Evil Qi, an amount even more vast than my original barbarian physique, truly impressive. The words have been spoken, you can die now, I will make good use of your body."

Indeed, under his gaze, Huangfuming’s Soul Body could no longer maintain its human shape. Finally, an undercurrent from the seabed rushed over, shattering him completely, leaving not a single trace.

Was the victory so easily achieved? Yin Wushang was somewhat suspicious, stood searching the Sea of Consciousness for a long while, but found no trace, and then he was finally at ease.

Well, it was time to check on his new body, though a bit short in stature, it could suffice. Yin Wushang smiled as his Primordial Spirit attempted to exit—

But couldn’t get out.

The smile at the corner of his mouth immediately faded a bit, his Primordial Spirit struggled, yet still stood in place, not able to leave this Sea of Consciousness.

Yin Wushang’s expression finally changed, he leapt to the end of the Sea of Consciousness and reached out. In the end, he grasped nothing but hit an invisible barrier, which gently yet firmly rebounded all his strength.

This space, had been locked by an invisible barrier, just like a glass bowl trapping a goldfish!

"What do you think of my trick of catching a turtle in a jar, does it hold you?" Huangfuming’s clear voice suddenly reverberated across the Sea of Consciousness.

Yin Wushang suddenly turned around, yet the Sea of Consciousness was empty and devoid of any figure. He shouted sharply: "Boy, come out!"

Huangfuming’s voice amusedly said: "A frog at the bottom of the well, you should be shouting ’come in’ instead!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)