The fiery eyes of the Fire Root ancestor are deep and distant. He is looking, looking far away, where is the north, the north of the earth. There is an ancient divine fruit, a huge divine fruit, a divine fruit that runs through the ancient realm of the netherworld, and the incarnation of the Primordial Lord of the Netherworld. The Fire Root Ancestor could not see the true form of the Lord of the Netherworld, but was still looking out.
The Thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire had already put away the array and stood quietly aside, watching their master, the Old Ancestor of the Fire Root, gaze deeply. No one dared to disturb them. As the eldest disciple of the Fire Root ancestor, the eldest brother of the Thirteen Heroes of Spirit Fire, Fire Junye, stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands and said, "Master."
Old Master Huogen came back to his senses and looked back at his senior disciple Huojunye behind him, saying, "Get up and speak."
"Just now these demons came with great force, as if they were about to break through the great array and enter the great hall, disciple..." Before Huo Junye could finish his words, he saw that the old ancestor of the Fire Root had already reached out his hand. This gesture clearly meant to stop. So, he did not go on and stepped back to his disciples. But he heard the Fire Root Ancestor say, "Feng, you return Ningxiang."
"Well... Shall I come back?" "Kellen said.
The Fire Root Ancestor suddenly turned to look at Kellen, full of confusion, as if Kellen had asked the wrong question, or as if the Fire Root Ancestor had not expected Kellen to ask such a question at all. He said indifferently, "You are a rare sword soul, you have seen the scene now. I need a helper, especially one like you!"
"The wind understands, but..." But I miss Elara. How can I say that? Kellen was speechless. The situation at hand is clear to Kellen and she really can't escape. But if one step further down, what does it mean? It means one step further away from Elara.
Think about this period of time, I don't know how much time has passed, does Elara still seem the same? The longing has never ceased. Love never stops. Is it right now to leave the netherworld and say goodbye to Elara first?
Suddenly, I thought that a man should uphold justice, prioritize the greater good, eliminate demons, save the people from fire and water, how could he, for the sake of his own love affairs,...
But I am not a savior, so what virtue or virtue do I have to shoulder this heavy responsibility? What is the soul of the sword that the Fire Root Ancestor keeps talking about? Kellen doesn't know. But Kellen knew that the Fire Root Ancestor was really flattering to this nobody. Yes, indeed a nobody, a nobody whose death no one knows or recognizes.
No, Elara knows. Elara probably won't forget, after all, the relationship they've shared for over a decade is so deeply engraved in her heart. How could she forget? Ningxiang won't forget either, because this little fellow has undoubtedly been attached to Kellen, and no matter how hard she tries, she just can't get rid of it.
Forget about Wanxin. Even if I'm not Jinlang, it would be nice if I could be treated as Jinlang after death and be remembered by Wanxin. Even after death, to have such a wonderful person in my heart is still beautiful. Even though she never thought of herself as Kellen, so what?
Kellen looked at the Fire Root Ancestor beside her, a pair of bright, fiery eyes waiting for her affirmative answer. Look and listen, there seems to be a hint of anticipation in the blood-red eyes. Looking again at the thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire standing aside, there was no anticipation or expectation in their eyes, but rather a strange look. This look is like the envy between women. But the look of jealousy, which should not have appeared in the man's eyes, was seen by Kellen.
So, Kellen was very puzzled. How could these people look at her with such eyes? Kellen was confused and couldn't understand.
"Just what?" Ningxiang pouted her lips and said, "It's just that you think of Princess Wanxin again, right?"
Kellen turned back and stared blankly at Ningxiang, saying, "Clever, what did you say?"
"Not Princess Wanxin? Who could it be? Could it be the Elara you mentioned in your dream? Elara... Elara..." Ningxiang thought a little, as if talking to herself. Suddenly, he ran to the side of the Fire Root ancestor, seized the Fire Root Ancestor's big hand tightly, and acted coquettishly:
"Grandpa - I don't want to go back! I don't want it! It's all alone there, my grandpa isn't there, and there's no one to protect me. I want to stay by your side. Brother Wind can protect me. Don't worry. I will never be naughty. I'll listen to grandpa, okay? As long as Grandpa keeps me, okay?"
The heart of the Fire Root Ancestor is either fiery or hard. But when I saw Ningxiang's charming little face and the pair of mischievous big eyes, my heart had to soften. She gently took Ningxiang in her arms and said, "Nonsense. At this time the netherworld is in turmoil and the netherworld is uneasy. How can I stay here? The alchemy furnace of the immortal Mugu is hard to move by the gods and demons. If it's not safe to stay there, where else is safe?"
"We can move the alchemy furnace to the netherworld, Grandpa, what do you think?" Ningxiang laughed.
"Hey! If I had that ability, wouldn't I be your grandpa? You little mouthpiece, you're going around your grandpa's words again! Listen, let the wind escort you back." "Fire Root Ancestor said kindly.
"Grandpa..." Ningxiang's little hand suddenly clung tightly to the neck of the Fire root ancestor, choked with tears, and cried: "I want Brother Feng to protect me... I will never cause trouble... I don't want to go back... Brother Wind... Protect me..." Ningxiang's temper is much less than that of the Fire Root ancestor. When she gets anxious, she cries non-stop, more violent than rain, and ordinary people simply can't stop.
Kellen, on the other hand, has a softer heart, sometimes softer than cotton. Gently taking Ningxiang from the Fire Root Ancestor, she said, "Well, stop crying!"
"HMPH!" Ningxiang, crying, glared at Kellen. Not only did she glare, but her two calves rubbed hard, as if she wanted to make a big hole in Kellen's immortal body. Two little hands pounded Kellen's neck hard and wailed, "I won't go!" I won't go! I won't go! No way!"
"All right, all right! "Little sister, I'm convinced of you, I won't go!" "Kellen said helplessly.
"Don't be so reckless." The Fire Root Ancestor pretended to be serious. "It's extremely dangerous to stay here. I can't find you. Isn't the immortal Mugu angry?"
"Wow - no way! No! Just not going!" The wailing was so loud that even the king of Heaven couldn't do anything about it, let alone Kellen, Fire Root Ancestor and Diting?
"All right, all right, not going! Not going!" Kellen had a headache and patted Ningxiang on the back gently.
"Really not going?" Ningxiang could hardly believe her ears, and the crying stopped immediately. No more beating of hands, no more climbing of legs, just to hear the wind brother's definite reply again.
"I'm not leaving. You stay. I'll stay with you!" All right? As long as you don't cry, everything will be up to you." Kellen is serious.
"Really?" Ningxiang's expression changed very quickly, and Kellen had already seen the slight smile on Ningxiang's little face.
"Really." Kellen said.
"Hehe!" That's more or less good! Ningxiang smiled smugly, but she didn't say the smug part. She knew that once she did, things wouldn't be like this. So there are some words that are good to know, but must not be spoken! Especially the kind of smug words that have already been achieved!
Listen to a long sigh of relief in your heart, because Kellen decided to stay. Diting hoped that Kellen would stay, as the Fire Root Ancestor said, this was the time when he was needed. But neither Diting nor Huogen expected that the primary reason for Kellen's stay would be for Ningxiang, and the secondary reason would be for the overall situation.
From this, it can be seen that Kellen really loves her little sister, who is like a little witch. But this sister is not a biological sister, yet she is more like a biological one.
With a pinch of her little finger, Ningxiang created two big red flowers, big red flowers as bright as fire. The petals are as delicate as jade, as moist as dew, as fresh as rain, and as fragrant as peach. Two equally delicate and fragrant little hands flashed before Kellen's eyes, and two big red flowers were already placed on her head.
"Giggle giggle..." Ningxiang burst into laughter, clapping her hands and Shouting, "So beautiful! So beautiful!"
If these two flowers were worn on someone else's head, they might not hold up. Because the hair of ordinary people is smooth, especially for someone like Kellen who doesn't have a bun and has loose hair, it's even less likely to hang. But Kellen's hair is different from that of ordinary people. His hair is curly, so he got the two big red flowers caught?
There's another reason, of course. Don't forget, the two flowers were inserted by Ningxiang. The magic of Ningxiang is like her ever-present laughter, the ever-present strange fragrance, the ever-present innocence. The flower in Ningxiang's hand is just as magical as Ningxiang. So when she casually inserted the two big red flowers with her little hand, Kellen's hair, as if with glue, stuck the two big red flowers and seemed not to fall off again.
Ningxiang knew that the flower would soon disappear because her magic power was limited, and the flower would naturally disappear when the magic power was exhausted. And at this moment, Kellen looks really beautiful!
Gold itself is a kind of splendor, and the dress Kellen is wearing is exactly gold. A flamboyant glitter that made Kellen look tall, vigorous, fresh and elegant. Otherworldly, ethereal and elegant. A face as sharp as a knife, like a jade crown, better than a maiden, one can't help but think about the maiden's thoughts when looking at her face.
The bright red flowers, auspicious and peaceful, are like the festive crown on the bride's head. Which girl could refuse such a joyous and auspicious groom? No. The red wedding dress, naturally sacred and noble, has been hidden in the heart of every young girl for many years, and years inevitably give rise to a longing. But the golden groom is a kind of elegant and noble grace, which girl could refuse? No.
Some things just can't be refused, so Ningxiang gently kissed Kellen's handsome face, but I can't remember how many times it was. Kellen did not refuse, because all the oddities of this mischievous little sister had melted into her heart and been accepted. Even the blood seemed to have merged into one, so how could she refuse a sister who was so charming? Kellen couldn't either.
There are other things that cannot be refused either, such as the fiery red clouds.
A large expanse of fiery red clouds, which had already rolled up the crowd, had quietly flown up into the sky of the netherworld. Looking down, the fish-scale-sized, scattered palaces were already flowing backward like water before my eyes. The scale of the palace of the Washed Spirits was so grand and magnificent. From the perspective of heaven, it was probably even more expansive and magnificent than the Palace of the Golden Spirits.
However, Kellen's vision was already blurred. Because the air of the netherworld, black and hazy, obscured Kellen's vision. And because the Fire Root Ancestor's fire clouds and auspicious clouds are so fast that they have left the Xiling Palace far behind. Where are they going? The Fire Root Ancestor did not say, and Kellen did not ask. But Kellen was well aware of one thing: the road ahead was full of life and death.
After a long, long time, Kellen found herself still in the clouds, still flying, where on earth would she fly? For a moment, I saw an extremely large eye, an eye that was already tightly closed. The eye socket was very deep, very deep, as if one side of a huge mountain had been hollowed out, forming a naturally round giant mountain kiln.
Of course, this eye, like the mountain, is not human flesh and blood, but rather a human figure sculpture within the mountain. But who in the ancient world of the netherworld would be so bored to carve such a huge and imposing eye on this mountain?
Soon Kellen discovered a new problem. The eye grew larger and larger, and soon it was impossible to tell whether it was an eye or not. However, the fiery clouds of the Fire Root Ancestor were swift and undiminished, as if in the blink of an eye they were about to crash into the mountain!
At that moment, Kellen was unaware that the direction of her journey had quietly changed. At that moment, Kellen saw half of her nose bridge, the half of her nose bridge under her eyes. But this half of the nose is actually much larger and longer than the eye, like a mountain with a smooth and bottomless half. However, this half of the mountain was so tightly attached to the eye that no trace of connection was found in the middle.
Kellen was puzzled. She had seen many Chatian peaks in her life, but she had never seen one as wide and boundless as before. What's even more bizarre is that someone has carved the entire mountain into a giant eye and a nose that's half unseen. It's so boring!
But on second thought, it's a masterpiece of the gods!
Such a colossal mountain peak could be sculpted into an eye and a giant nose by a man, a ghost, a god or a demon, which is truly awe-inspiring and astonishing!
At this moment, Kellen felt all the hair on her body stand up, and even her flowing curly hair was probably standing up at this moment.
A mighty and overwhelming force was silently pressing down on Kellen's heart. This inexplicable momentum comes from this inexplicable strange mountain. The mountain has its soul, and the water has its charm. The natural grandeur and magnificence can always be awe-inspiring. But what Kellen perceived in her heart was not just the grandeur of the mountain itself.
Kellen experienced a sense, a sense that transcended human, divine, soul and spirit, and that powerful sense came from the spirit of the mountain!
This kind of feeling is so strange, so strange that it is astonishing!
The wildness of the Nine Netherworlds Maniacal seemed to be roaring in a hideous manner, roaring in Kellen's heart, and at the same time, within the soul of the mountain! The call of wildness seems to come from an ancient and distant age, an age that is clearly over. But the powerful wailing of the dead, like the call of an ancient curse, calls for the new redemption of life and death of the spirits of the dead.
Because they are going to come back to life? To reinvent an era?
It's simply impossible!
At this moment, there is another force that is powerful enough to counterbalance, just as grand and vast, quiet and steady. It is as if an old man of profound cultivation sits there motionless, his heart still as water, already in a state of meditation. Even if possessed by demons or haunted by monsters, they could not erode such a quiet and steady soul.
This soul might be the mountain spirit, which is calm and pure, like water, like ice. Any filth of melancholy, any mournful lament, any demonic rage, and any hideous wailing suddenly became irresistible in the presence of this quiet soul. They have no choice but to bow, to submit.
A quiet soul, like water, like ice.
It has quietly subdued all wild madness, making them not wild, not clamor, not impetuous. Only stillness, like water, like ice.
Just now, Kellen's heart was pounding. But at this moment, it was as quiet as water, as ice. This powerful mountain spirit, as if it were his own, as if... It was too far from itself, and it was the mountain spirit.
Two invisible forces, a sudden confrontation, Kellen has no way to resist. No matter which of the forces, Kellen couldn't handle it well. Fortunately, it was eventually quelled. The calming power came from the mountain spirit, yet it seemed to come from itself. Kellen is confused...
Is the mountain spirit herself after all? Or is the mountain spirit the mountain spirit itself?