Chapter 890 — Greeting That Old Friend
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After the Ancient God Heavenly Emperor was killed, the Empress then disposed of her younger sister, sent her body here, and buried the truth! It was not until Wei Suifeng came here that the younger sister's corpse was discovered. .
. " "There is still something that does not add up! One of the sisters' bodies lies hidden on the ghost ship, the other in Guixu—so who are they now?
Is there still an Empress in the Heavenly Court? Or did the Empress not dispose of her younger sister, but rather the two sisters shared one body, remaining in the Heavenly Court to control the Heavenly Emperor's physical body?
" . .
. Shen Mu felt as if his head were about to explode. He suddenly shouted, "Fat Dragon, come down! Open the coffin! " Dragon Qilin, trembling all over, lay on the crystal coffin and did not dare move. Shen Mu raised a hand, flipped the crystal coffin over with him still on it, and threw it aside, then set the Mystic Body Three-Dan Art in motion. Behind him, the Heaven-Upholding Gate appeared, but strangely the gate was extremely dim, as if present and absent at once, unable to take form at all!
Shen Mu frowned. Guixu was exceedingly uncanny; it suppressed the divine powers of the Dark Capital, and he could not use the Soul-Summoning Art to test whether the Empress's younger sister was alive or dead. "Wei Suifeng left the Empress's younger sister's corpse here as a treasure—could it be that he wants me to take this corpse away?
" His brow furrowed even deeper as he paced around the coffin, gazing at the younger sister's body within and pondering. Was he really going to take it away? Suddenly, a sky-filling roar of water came from outside. Shen Mu gave a start, hurried out of the Red Palace, and looked up. The sound came from beyond the heavens, yet it had not seeped into the flower-world.
"The dark celestial river has been cut off—where does this water sound come from?
" Shen Mu said blankly, "Could it be. .
. " Just then, a dense mist began to drift down from the sky. It crept through the cracks of the flower-world and gradually filled it.
Yan'er and the beauty-serpent formed from the flower's stamen were still locked in battle, now visible, now hidden in the mist. After a moment, the mist dispersed and the water sound vanished.
Then a great resounding boom rang out, the flower-world shook violently, and Shen Mu felt the two great flowers slowly rising! "These two flowers are about to rise out of Guixu!
" Shen Mu's heart stirred. He turned and went back into the Red Palace, seized Dragon Qilin, and pried him off the coffin lid.
Shen Mu closed the crystal coffin and said, "Fat Dragon, stop trembling. I'm giving you an extra meal.
Quick, go call Sister Yan'er.
Let's leave this place while these two flowers float up out of the great abyss! " Dragon Qilin's spirits soared. He charged out of the Red Palace, looked around once, and shouted, "Sect Master, the flower has opened!
Sister Yan'er and that ancient god have fought their way into the dark world!
It's too dark in there—I don't dare go in!
" "Two extra meals! " Dragon Qilin plunged into the dark world to find Yan'er.
Shen Mu hoisted the crystal coffin onto his shoulder and laughed, "I don't know what tricks the Empress sisters are playing, but once I carry this coffin out, I'll know whether you're dead or alive. .
. " He had no sooner left the Red Palace than a middle-aged man came toward him. The man wore coarse cloth garments and was covered in the dust of travel.
He had large hands and feet, heavy brows, and big eyes; a belt woven of rough hemp was tied about his waist, and before him floated a sheepskin parchment, moving along with him as he moved.
In front of the parchment hung a writing brush, sketching and writing on the paper of its own accord, mapping the geography of the flower-world. When the two met face to face, both were briefly startled.
"Founding Patriarch. . .