Chapter 139: Meeting Bai Chonglou Again, Returning The Bronze Coffin

In ancient times, powerful cultivators took in dragons as mounts as a cruel pastime. If one could tame a dragon as a steed, not only would it be flashy, but it would also surely draw relentless envy from countless people.

But it was merely a perverse whim. The dragons were so mighty that very few dared offend them, let alone try to make them mounts.

Therefore, when they heard the Heavenly Emperor had slaughtered the dragon race, astonishment rose in everyone’s hearts.

Still, they had some understanding of the Heavenly Emperor’s abnormal power, so it was not entirely unexpected.

People could only lament that such an ancient divine race had been slaughtered by a single Heavenly Emperor!

Truly ruthless!

“What on earth did the dragon race do to earn the Heavenly Emperor’s such hatred?!”

A cultivator asked this question, but no one could answer him.

The feud between the Heavenly Emperor and the dragons seemed known only to Mu Nanzhi above the nine heavens, and she was currently busy fighting.

Meanwhile, Ye Chen was somewhat excited.

He had never expected that one Bai Qing’er would involve so many matters.

From the old Heavenly Emperor’s words, the dragons had been resisting the Youming clan, guarding the Beixuan Continent, and had done great favors for its living beings.

Once all these secrets were revealed one by one, he couldn’t believe anyone would still think this great demon Heavenly Emperor was compassionate and righteous.

At this time a cultivator said, “I know the dragon race, but what is the Youming clan that can contend with dragons… an extraterritorial great clan?”

Still there was no reply to that cultivator.

Because no one knew.

Extraterritorial!

That word absolutely belonged to ancient secrets.

In the ancient era, the Beixuan Continent’s world membrane was incomplete. Many Great Emperors remained hidden mostly because they were guarding a realm of heaven and earth.

When it came to those extraterritorial beings, they were like frogs in a well — utterly ignorant.

…

Inside the mirror.

Night filled the sky, the firmament ink-black.

Gu Changqing tore open the void, carrying a bronze ancient coffin on his back, a small dark sparrow perched on his shoulder, and arrived at a mountain peak.

The mountain range was like a purgatory, strewn with corpses, suffused with malevolent qi, and overflowing with resentment.

Gusts of cold wind howled like ten thousand ghosts, piercing the eardrums.

The clouds drifting across the sky were not white but blood-colored.

On the earth, vast pools of blood flowed, waves crashing ashore — it was a series of blood rivers.

This realm was where Bai Qing’er once guarded the path for Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing landed on that familiar peak, feeling the pervasive blood-malice in the heavens and earth, and grief welled uncontrollably in his heart.

He set down the bronze ancient coffin on his back, opened the lid, and stared at the beauty within the coffin.

For three consecutive days, he didn’t move.

After three days, a wisp of demonic flame rose from his fingertips.

He carved a blood array in the firmament and murmured to that space-time, “Please appear.”

After a moment.

The void before Gu Changqing was suddenly torn open.

A middle-aged man in a black robe, somewhat handsome, slowly stepped out, his eyes still brimming with barely contained anger and murderous intent.

“You called me here. What is the meaning of this?”

Bai Chonglou almost wished to charge forward and kill the man outright.

But upon gazing at the coffin behind the man, the murderous intent in his eyes softened and became complex.

Gu Changqing said calmly, “I have found a way to resurrect Qing’er.”

“But before that, I must travel the Four Seas. The journey is perilous and I fear Qing’er might be harmed, so I want you to temporarily take her back to the Unorthodox Sect.”

When Bai Chonglou heard Gu Changqing say he was going to the Four Seas to seek the dragon clan, his gaze was stirred for a moment.

But it was only an instant.

He seemed too lazy to waste words with the man and captured the bronze ancient coffin.

Then he gazed deeply at Gu Changqing and abruptly departed.

Gu Changqing paused briefly on the spot and then flew up to the Heavenly Palace.

…

Outside the mirror.

The gathered cultivators watched Gu Changqing hand the bronze ancient coffin to Bai Chonglou, their expressions varied.

Some cultivators were moved.

“Even though the Heavenly Emperor knows this journey is dangerous, he still went…”

Others were stunned.

As for Ye Chen, a strong excitement flashed in his eyes.

According to Bai Qing’er, she was resurrected when Bai Chonglou and Gu Changqing were fighting.

In other words, Bai Qing’er’s resurrection might have been the doing of the Heavenly Emperor, or very possibly Bai Chonglou too.

And now, with Gu Changqing handing the bronze ancient coffin to Bai Chonglou, it became more highly likely that Bai Chonglou resurrected Bai Qing’er.

Who resurrected Bai Qing’er seemed inconsequential.

But Ye Chen knew clearly this was a crucial key. If Bai Chonglou resurrected her, then no matter how resolutely Bai Qing’er now stood with the Heavenly Emperor, knowing this outcome would likely shake her heart.

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Inside the mirror, the Heavenly Palace.

When Gu Changqing returned to this celestial land, millions of heavenly soldiers and generals had already gathered.

They stood proudly beneath the South Heaven Gate, vast and mighty, covering the skies.

Qin Yuan stared at Gu Changqing, who had returned from the Lower Realm. Those eyes seemed thoughtful.

Gu Changqing turned his head, and their gazes met. Gu Changqing could feel the vigilance directed at him in Qin Yuan’s eyes.

He paid it no mind, his gaze searching for Mu Nanzhi.

Today Mu Nanzhi had shed the girlish pink dress, wearing golden armor and a red robe, standing before the ranks with a heroic bearing, as if ready to go into battle.

This woman was extraordinarily beautiful.

Whether in that pink dress or now in red robes and golden armor, she carried a distinct charm.

Mu Nanzhi also saw Gu Changqing.

However, the expression in her eyes was filled with disdain. As much disdain as one could imagine.

She turned her gaze away, unwilling to look at Gu Changqing again.

Dong… dong…

As the loud, stirring war drums sounded, the million-strong army set off magnificently under Qin Yuan and Mu Nanzhi’s leadership.

The old Heavenly Emperor slowly walked to Gu Changqing’s side and took a jade pendant from his body.

With a somewhat kindly expression he said, “This item contains a strand of Nanzhi’s soul imprint. If she is in danger, it will react. Take it and be on guard.”

Gu Changqing accepted the jade pendant.

He found that the old Heavenly Emperor’s gaze was oddly complex and moved.

“Second Brother…”

He suddenly uttered those words for no particular reason.

But the next moment his expression suddenly changed. He cleared his throat and said, “Changqing, don’t forget my instructions.”