"Brother Wind, why do your hands tremble when you see the First Lord of the netherworld? And it's shaking so badly?" When the voice of Ningxiang, as tender as a nightingale, reached Kellen's ears, she was already calm, calmly realizing that she had ignored everyone beside her, including Ningxiang, as well as Ningxiang's small, white hand, which clung to her tightly like a lock.
"Who did you say I looked at just now?" Kellen smiled indifferently, clearly not paying attention to Ningxiang's question.
"Lord of the Netherworld! Look, this is the old man's nose!" Ningxiang pointed with her little hand, pointing to the colossal mountain in front of her!
"His nose?" Kellen could hardly believe her ears, let alone her eyes. There are all kinds of strange people and things in the world. How could there be such a huge and boundless face? Up to now, Kellen has only seen one eye and half a nose of the Lord of the netherworld!
Kellen was stunned, completely shocked. In this world, only the figure of the Venerable Tenmoku is immeasurable in height and indescribable in appearance. But every time I saw my master, the Venerable Tenmoku, it was in a dreamlike dream, and I did not actually see him. For more than ten years, Tenmoku did not appear again, and the master's voice and appearance naturally faded a lot.
Right now, there is a real person right in front of us, but just one face is already vast and boundless. So, isn't this person even more magical and eerie?
"Yes, this is the old man's nose, half a nose!" Ningxiang laughed. Because when she first saw the Primordial Lord of the Netherworld, Ningxiang had also been so dementized. But now it's not me who is demented, but Kellen. It was of course hilarious to see Kellen staring blankly and foolishly.
"The Lord of the Netherworld..." Kellen murmured to herself, once again foolishly.
What a powerful soul-driven force, a force that has the power to crush gods and demons! Kellen herself was unable to control her mind just now, and of course she was driven by this powerful force. But it was her first time here and she knew nothing about the Lord of the Netherworld. How could she be driven by such a powerful force?
What on earth do those wildness of the clashing of gods and demons symbolize? What does that sudden coolness and silence represent? Why, when approaching the Primordial Lord of the Netherworld, did I sense this powerful force?
Coincidence? Accidental?
At this moment, Kellen suddenly recalled a passage from earlier when the Fire Root ancestor and Diting talked about the divine fruit and the immortal fruit:
At that time, the Fire Root Ancestor once said, "There are two supreme realms of cultivation for the cultivators, also known as the Taiji transformation realm. The Taiji transformation realm is divided into two paths of life and death. The living are called nirvana, that is, rebirth. The reborn are usually either gods or immortals, granted immortal status, naturally ascending to the immortal realm or the divine realm. The dead are called sitting and passing away. Though a person dies, the immortal body remains and will transform into immortal fruit or divine fruit. The immortal fruit, the divine fruit, is only half the size of a thumb. Of course, it is the size of your thumb, not mine. My hands have been refined and are no larger than those of ordinary people.
"Although what the Fire Root Ancestor said is true, there is a sitting and passing deity in the three realms and five domains, which is extraordinary. Could it be that the Fire Root Ancestor has forgotten?" "Listen to the reminder.
"And one more extraordinary? Who?" The Fire Root Ancestor really didn't think of it. For the deity that Diting spoke of had already passed away at the very beginning of the primordial chaos, when heaven and earth were clearly defined. Then, as the ranks of deities changed, they were gradually forgotten by the younger deities and rarely remembered.
"The creator of the ancient netherworld, the refiner of the Netherworld whisk, the patriarch of the Great King of the Netherworld, the first Lord of the Netherworld whose divine body penetrates through the Nine Netherworlds!" Diting slowly revealed the true form of the incarnation of the First Lord of the Netherworld.
"Whew - not bad! Not bad! Just now I saw the dust of the netherworld, but in the territory of the First Lord of the Netherworld, I forgot the First Lord of the Netherworld. I should fight, I should fight!" The Fire Root Ancestor hurriedly forced a smile and continued:
"The Primordial Lord of the Netherworld is indeed one of the great immortals and gods that have shaken the past and present. It is said that his true form of sitting and passing passes through the eighteen levels of hell from the path of Rebirth all the way to the depths of the netherworld. I've also heard that no one has ever seen the legs and feet of the Lord of the Netherworld, because beneath the legs and feet of the Lord of the Netherworld are the tombs and mounds of all the gods and demons of the chaotic era. Chaos gods and demons, subverting the heavens and the earth, cholera good and evil. Therefore, all the great Kings of the underworld have to abide by the prohibition left by the Lord of the Underworld when he first passed away and guard the entrance of the tomb of the Chaos gods and demons. I wonder if this rumor is true or false?" ]
Thinking of these conversations, all the thoughts in Kellen's mind had to be reorganized, integrated, scrambled, reorganized, and integrated again. A multitude of vague thoughts, drifting and floating. One mystery after another began to flicker and blur in the eyes. Kellen seemed to see something and thought of something, but exactly what, Kellen was not clear enough, and many answers needed to be verified by herself.
"Grandpa Fire Root, I have something to ask you." "Kellen asked.
"Awkward!" "From now on, don't be too refined in front of me," said the Fire Root ancestor with a smile. But like Ningxiang, it's good to call my grandfather, and I'm very happy, understand?"
"Disciple..." Before Kellen could finish her words, the Fire Root Ancestor chuckled and said, "Look!"
Kellen quickly changed her words: "Grandson understands." The Fire Root Ancestor burst into laughter this time and said, "Good! Good grandson!"
It doesn't matter if the old master of the Fire root boasts, and the thirteen heroes of the Spirit fire all shoot at the same time, slanting their eyes. These glances were not only full of jealousy, but also had no good intentions at all, which made Kellen feel very uncomfortable. But Kellen was kind-hearted and did not care.
The Fire Root Ancestor was quite different. He chuckled and said, "What? I have such a wonderful child and grandson. Are you jealous?" With just this simple sentence, all the disciples lowered their heads at the same time. The Fire Root Ancestor said again, "Wind, say whatever you want."
"Yes." "Kellen said.
"What is it?" Reserved! What kind of estrangement and restraint could there be between grandfather and grandson? Open up, Grandpa loves the bright!" "The Fire Root Ancestor laughed.
"Yes," as soon as Kellen said this "yes," she felt something was amiss. Since Grandpa doesn't like to be formal, why would he say a "yes"? Then hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, is this the true form of the Lord of the Netherworld back then?"
"No!" "This is the fruit of the first incarnation of the Lord of the Netherworld, the grace of the old man back then, I'm afraid even the Great King of the Netherworld has not surpassed it. Alas? Why does the wind think of asking this again? Didn't we talk about it that day?"
Kellen smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes. The wind clearly remembers, but the wind is very curious, how could the divine fruit of the Primordial Lord of the netherworld be so huge? If he really passed away, wouldn't his appearance and body before his death be even more colossal than this?"
"Oh? Such a mysterious question, I haven't thought about it. After all, gods and demons are unpredictable. I never think about such problems that have already ended up, because I know it's no use thinking about them. But you can ask him, maybe he has something to say. Because there is almost nothing he doesn't know about the three realms and five domains, but I don't know if he does." The Fire Root Ancestor is indeed kind.
Kellen "Oh." With a sound, he turned to Diting: "Diting, is this really the fruit of the incarnation of the Lord of the Netherworld?"
"Yes." Listen carefully.
"You haven't seen his former glory, have you?" "Kellen said.
"None." Indeed, because at that time, Diting had not yet been born!
"When the Lord of the Netherworld first passed away, you were no longer by his side?" "Kellen said.
"Not." Listen carefully.
"Surely the Great King of the Underworld is not here either?" " Kellen asked again.
"Not." Listen carefully.
"Then you say, could this be..." Kellen did not dare to go on, but if she did not go on, she would never know the answer, so Kellen had to say, "Could it be the true form of the Primordial Lord of the Realm?"
"This..." Diting also paused! He hesitated. How could he hesitate? It seems he was really stumped by Kellen's question. After pondering, I said, "So, I really don't know and dare not guess rashly."
"It is my disciple Kellen who is presumpent! Then you say, will the soul of the Primordial Lord of the Netherworld be immortal?" "Kellen asked again.
"This... Listen, I dare not make wild guesses, listen, I can only say I don't know." Listen carefully to be true.
"Wind, you seldom speak. Why do you suddenly ask so many strange questions?" The Fire Root Ancestor asked, looking puzzled.
"I..." Kellen stammered, not knowing how to explain, and said, "The wind was just curious. How could the Primordial Lord of the Netherworld have such a huge fruit of sitting and passing?"
"Huo he..." The Fire Root Ancestor laughed and said, "Young people always love to daydream and keep a bit of curiosity about everything, unlike me, we old bones have long been accustomed to all these people, things and things that already exist!"
Habituation? How terrible habits are! Habits can easily influence what people think and do. Many things are hard to change once you get used to them. Not only is it hard to change, but you'll be led by the nose by habit. It's as if Kellen has become accustomed to Elara, even though she is in the netherworld, where is her heart? Of course, by Elara's side, the person and the heart that loved Elara desperately.
But who knows that at this moment Elara is not sighing in silence for Kellen, enduring the pain of longing?
Three days apart, the sash is wide. Not seen for a lifetime, the soul is withered! A woman's longing is, of course, more pure, more direct, more petty, more unable to hold on or let go than a man. And because of Elara's inability to hold on, and because of Elara's inability to let go, and because of Xuanling, they knew each other too well and loved each other too much. That's why they are so affectionate and cherish each other.
Kellen couldn't break her own habits. Of course, hardly anyone thought of changing their habits, let alone changing their habitual thinking. But Kellen was thinking about another thing: breaking the inertia of the Fire Root ancestor, breaking the inertia of the Diting, breaking all the views of the Primordial Incarnation fruit of the Netherworld Lord.
Because this boundless and colossal statue, which runs through the nine netherworlds, might not be the fruit of the incarnation of the Lord of the Netherworld, but rather the incarnation of the Lord of the Netherworld himself!
Thoughts, there are always strange times, right times, wrong times.
Is Kellen's idea right or not? Kellen doesn't know, and Kellen dares not publicize it. For such things to be publicized, they must be verified. Otherwise, it is easy to be looked down upon and despised. Especially a young calf like Kellen, who is not afraid of tigers, should not show off her "might" as if she were a tiger.
Not to mention, Kellen is naturally reserved, and many of her ideas have already taken shape. But you have to find some evidence before you can speak with confidence, otherwise it's a lie! It's just a joke! Even a laughingstock!
Think twice before you act.
But where do you get that strong evidence? Why is the body of the Primordial Lord of the Netherworld so vast and boundless? Is there a tomb of gods and demons beneath him? Is it true, as the Fire Root Ancestor said, that no one has ever seen the legs and feet of the Lord of the Netherworld? His body could really travel through the ancient realm of the netherworld...
All the questions in Kellen's mind eventually boil down to one question: What exactly is beneath the Lord of the Netherworld?