Chapter 1115: Women

Chapter 1115: Women

Blood clouds appeared in the sky. The ghosts and soldiers from the first gate recognized the aura from the pagoda and immediately kneeled on the ground, issuing loud cries.

The pagoda became dignified and unchallengeable with this new aura, representing ultimate power.

“You shouldn’t have been so persistent…” The illusory voice let out a sigh.

“I was a fool to think that you were imprisoned here.” The woman in blue said with disappointment.

“Why was it you who want to save me and not him?” The voice became colder: “I waited for him but he didn’t come even after my death, not even after my soul was taken away…”

“What will you do if he actually comes?” Feiyun asked.

“I will send him to hell.” The voice contained deep hatred.

Suddenly, she roared and a claw stretched out of the pagoda and lifted Feiyun off the ground by the neck: “Who are you? Why-why do you have a similar aura?”

“I-I am his son.” Feiyun gritted his teeth and didn’t relent.

“Son? Hahahaha….” The woman’s voice became increasingly frightening, even more creepy than a bloodied ghost appearing out of nowhere.

Feiyun’s bones started cracking as he thought about the duality between the lotus saint and this ghost.

Lightning and dark clouds took over; her mood alone changed the scenery.

When she was angry, so was the heaven. When she cried, rain would pour down.

“Sister Lotus, he has nothing to do with this, spare him.” The woman in blue hurriedly said.

Grandpa Yu’s expression darkened as well: “Lotus Saint, this was all my fault. He wrote you a letter ten thousand years ago but I failed to deliver the message, the child is innocent.”

He then took out the letter.

The woman’s laughter stopped as she said sarcastically: “A letter? Want to chase me away with a single letter? Haha, am I that wretched in your eyes, Wu Xingtian?”

The letter suddenly broke down into little pieces that scatter away like sad butterflies.

“Wu Xingtian fell ten thousand years ago, he was most likely predicting his own death, hence the letter. You shouldn’t blame him nor should you torture yourself like this…” Grandpa Yu said.

“He died?” She calmed down and regretted not taking a look at the letter first.

“I don’t know what happened but he is dead.” Grandpa Yu nodded.

“Lies!” A claw smashed Grandpa Yu to the ground and made him vomit blood.

The old man didn’t try to stop at all because he thought that he deserved it for failing to send the message.

“I’m… telling the truth.” He coughed blood while trying to speak.

“If he’s dead, then whose child is this?” She had no intention of killing him so quickly.

“A child of Wu Xingtian’s reincarnation.” Grandpa Yu said.

“Impossible, I was here to wait for his soul but it never came.” She said with indignation.

If he didn’t want to meet her, then she would wait for his soul at the first gate of hell.

“He had many friends, one of them is a sacred monk.” Grandpa Yu said.

“Fo Canzi.” The woman responded.

“Daoists cultivate for this life while Buddhists cultivate for the next. They focus on karma so I believe that Fo Canzi had given him the next-life karma. As you should know, a monk of that level can retain their memories and perhaps even power after reincarnating.” Grandpa Yu said.

“What a fool, just giving away karmic power. Looks like he’s a monk in this life and will be a dog in the next.” The woman sneered: “In this scenario, he still should have gone to hell for the reincarnation process.”

“Perhaps they used a different method, these are only speculations of mine, not the truth. I only want to tell you that he never abandoned you back then.” Grandpa Yu frowned.

“If you want to kill someone, kill me.” He added while closing his eyes.

Feiyun stared at the pagoda. Although he felt bad for her, he couldn’t just sit idly by.

He still had a talisman from a pseudo-saint; this was his last chance since Grandpa Yu had no fighting spirit.

“Boom!” The talisman erupted and granted him its power.

He became resplendent as he summoned all of his treasures. The Trinity Cauldron flew toward the pagoda with the force of an erupting volcano.

“Just like an ant trying to push down a tree. Know your place.” A larger claw appeared and easily subdued the cauldron and Feiyun. This was an untouchable power.

“Fuck, we have to run!” Mao Guwui rode the sacred fruit like a knight and caught Feiyun.

Alas, the claw from the pagoda grabbed its shell and pulled both into the pagoda.

“Grandpa, Uncle!” The fruit tried to escape but was captured as well.

***

Feiyun had never felt so insignificant before. She could have killed him with a single finger.

Darkness loomed before him. He heard cries and wailings along with the sound of lashing whips.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was trapped in a bone prison with strange runes. Touching the bones would inflict sharp pain.

Numerous souls were trapped as well.

“I am a monarch from the firebird tribe, how dare you imprison me?!”

“I am a lord of Ethereal, release me!”

Some shouted repeatedly; others accepted their fate.

The pagoda had numerous souls and the saintess was behind this, not Lord of Chaos.

This was the duality of women - the gentlest lover and a creature more frightening than a devil.

“Ow, my behind…” The turtle was being lifted by four chains above a boiling blood cauldron. It moaned while swinging back and forth in the air.

The sacred fruit was stuck inside a cage and couldn’t escape.

The blood dragon was imprisoned at the bottom of the cauldron. It cursed the saintess repeatedly.

“It’s all my fault, all my fault…” Grandpa Yu’s hands and feet were shackled to a black wall. He looked dazed as he repeated the same lines.

Two ghost soldiers lashed him repeatedly using whips made from unknown materials. They actually managed to leave serious wounds on him.

“Stop, I want to see the saintess now, take me to her!” Feiyun’s eyes turned red and evil runes appeared on his body.