"Hahahaha..."
Upon hearing the Plague Rat's interrogation, Jing Hui did not get angry; instead, he laughed heartily.
His laughter carried hints of desolation and self-deprecation.
"Indeed, a change of heart."
"Back then... I truly did many things wrong."
"One wrong step led to another."
Jing Hui's voice paused, seemingly hiding something deep.
"In short, the calamity of Tianchi Province was all caused by me."
"Since I am already dead, the past cannot be changed, but at least... I don't want to see other lands follow in Tianchi Province's footsteps."
"Especially you, little rat. Since you have inherited my origin, if you walk my old path again, wouldn't my Way of Plague become a total joke?"
The Plague Rat curled its lip. "Hmph, talk is cheap."
"Who knows if you're trying to possess me? Maybe you're just fattening up the body before you slaughter it."
Jing Hui chuckled. "Rest assured, I died long ago. My soul is incomplete; I cannot possess anyone."
"Furthermore, if I wanted to possess you, I would have struck just now when your soul was at its weakest. Why wait until now?"
The Plague Rat blanked, knowing that what Jing Hui said was the truth.
"Enough. Let's not speak of that ancient history."
"Little rat, can you take me to see that Lord you speak of?"
"I am quite curious about the master who has earned such unwavering devotion from you."
Upon hearing this, the Plague Rat immediately became alert, like a dog guarding its food.
"You want to see the Lord?"
"In your dreams!"
"What level are you?"
"What level is our Lord?"
"He is a true deity, soon to be the true god of heaven and earth ruling Gloomlight Province!"
"Is he someone a stray ghost like you can just see whenever you want?"
"No way! Absolutely not!"
Jing Hui was silent for a moment, somewhat speechless.
But he quickly retracted his smile, his tone becoming serious.
"Stop messing around."
"If I'm not mistaken, your Lord... should be fighting for the Golden Buddha right now, shouldn't he?"
The Plague Rat's heart skipped a beat. "How did you know?"
"The aura of the Golden Buddha descending shakes heaven and earth. I was awakened by that very aura."
"Since I cannot see him, can you pass a message?"
"Tell him..."
"The Golden Buddha is no purity-cleansing thing; it is a world-destroying poison!"
"Never... never fight for the Golden Buddha!"
"It is bait prepared for all living beings, a shortcut to the abyss!"
"Back then, I was... I was..."
Jing Hui seemed to touch upon his old memories. His recollection became chaotic, and his voice began to tremble violently, even becoming incoherent.
"The Golden Buddha is alive, it's alive!"
"It will eat people! It will eat everything you have!"
"It is addictive. Once you eat it, you'll be hooked."
"If you don't want to die, stay away from it! The further, the better!"
The Plague Rat was startled by Jing Hui's sudden loss of composure.
"Hey, old man, have you gone mad?"
"The Golden Buddha is poison? How is that possible?"
"Everyone in the world says it's a good thing, that it can make one a Buddha on the spot and ascend directly to the eighth stage."
"Our Lord has been planning for this thing for a long time."
Jing Hui said sharply, "Precisely because the whole world says it's a good thing, that is the greatest lie!"
"In any case, I have delivered the message."
"Believe it or not."
"If your Lord truly swallows that thing... Hehe..."
"Then Tianchi Province's today will be Gloomlight Province's tomorrow!"
After saying this, Jing Hui's voice fell completely silent. No matter how the Plague Rat called out, there was no response.
The Plague Rat stood on the ice platform, its expression shifting between light and dark.
It still maintained extreme caution toward this old ghost that had suddenly appeared.
But the tone Jing Hui used just now was too terrified, too desperate; it didn't seem faked at all.
When it concerned the Lord's safety, it was no small matter.
What if... what if the old ghost was telling the truth?
Although the Lord was a brilliant strategist, there were too many insidious and cunning people in this world, especially those bald asses who were full of bad intentions.
It had long found them eyesores.
"Regardless of whether it's true or false, I must report this to the Lord."
"The Lord is wise and divine; he will surely be able to distinguish the truth in the old ghost's words."
Thinking this, the Plague Rat's expression became solemn.
It quickly split off a divine sense and constructed a faith connection with Chen Zhou deep within its sea of consciousness.
…………
At the same time, at the border of the Western Region.
A figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for the boundless yellow sand.
Tuoba Feng was burning with anxiety.
Since leaving the provincial capital, he had not hesitated to burn his soul power to drive the heroic spirits pulling the coffin, pushing his speed to the absolute limit.
The terrifying cultivation of a seventh-stage powerhouse was entirely dedicated to traveling, and space continuously folded beneath his feet.
A journey that would normally take half a day even by flying was forced down to within a single hour by him.
Xiaoyun...
You must wait for Father to return!
You must hold on!
Finally, a familiar scent of wind and sand blew over him.
Yellow Spring Crossing had arrived.
Tuoba Feng skidded to a halt, the violent wind kicking up a storm of dust.
Beside an ancient ferry crossing stele, two tall figures had already been waiting for a long time.
The one on the left had a pair of long ears, white as snow, with a swaying orchid hanging from the tips of her ears.
She wore a pale green silk dress, her figure graceful and her features gentle and bright. Her entire being radiated a refreshing fragrance of vegetation that put one's mind at ease.
Seeing her made one forget worldly trifles, like being bathed in a spring breeze.
But Tuoba Feng did not dare to underestimate this seemingly fragile woman in the slightest.
Because from her, he sensed a life aura as vast as the sea—the terrifying pressure that only a seventh-stage great demon king possessed.
Beside her stood another tall figure.
It was also a woman, with bronze-colored long hair dancing wildly in the wind.
The woman had heterochromatic pupils; her left eye was black as ink, while her right eye shone with brilliant gold.
A non-human indifference permeated her eyes.
She was covered in a desolate aura, as if she were a malevolent ghost walking out of an era of famine. Her look warned others not to approach; she was actually a great fiend who had reached the stage of the Three Transformations of Eerification.
Tuoba Feng blanked, his gaze fixed on the woman with the heterochromatic eyes.
"You... Aren't you the fiend who was sucked into Yellow Spring Crossing two days ago?"
He remembered clearly. At that time, this fiend had a half-human, half-insect face. Before he could drive her away, she had been swallowed whole by a patch of black spots.
"You didn't die?"
Under the erosion of black spots of that intensity, she was still alive?
Piao tilted her head, a hint of confusion flashing in her heterochromatic eyes.
A moment later, she patted her stomach and said as if it were only natural.
"Piao can eat."
"If I eat my fill, I won't die."
Tuoba Feng: ...
He didn't understand, but it felt impressive.
At this time, Su Xue stepped forward and gave a slight bow, her movements elegant and proper.
"Sir, you must be the Grave-keeper of the Western Region, Tuoba Feng?"
"I am." Tuoba Feng subconsciously cupped his fists.
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