chsdbacks Chapter 418 - Spirit Clan
Chapter 418 - Spirit Clan
Chapter 418 - Spirit Clan
When the winged man opened his eyes, the entire dungeon began to shake violently.
What kind of gaze was that? It was as though this winged man was looking down on the world, sweeping through the skies with invincibility.
Liu Wuxie felt his soul energy disappearing rapidly as though some mysterious force had devoured it. He couldn’t stop it no matter how he tried, and he would be reduced to a retard even if he survived if he exhausted all his soul energy.
Just when his soul energy was about to be fully exhausted, the Heavenly Dao Book opened up and locked his soul sea.
The mysterious force devouring his soul energy disappeared, but Liu Wuxie was still shocked. He had never been so panicked in all his years.
The winged man scanned his surroundings. As his gaze settled, the intense aura he had been emitting gradually subsided.
“Was it you who awakened me?” After a few minutes, the winged man’s indifferent gaze swept over Liu Wuxie.
“I pay my greetings to Senior. I intruded here unintentionally, so please forgive me if I have disturbed your rest.” Liu Wuxie cupped his hands politely.
“What year is it now?” The winged man asked, his voice echoing with a sense of detachment. The overwhelming aura he had emitted upon waking had slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint residual energy. He seemed more like a fleeting shadow of life rather than a fully revived being.
“It’s Year 1980419 of the Heaven Calendar!” Liu Wuxie responded, noting that humans had used the calendar for nearly two million years since its inception.
“It has been a hundred thousand years?” The winged man’s expression turned contemplative, though he paid little attention to Liu Wuxie’s reaction. From his words, it was clear that he had been trapped in this dungeon for a hundred millennia, a feat that made his awakening after such a long time nothing short of a miracle.
“Senior, are you alright?” Liu Wuxie asked cautiously while remaining on guard.
This winged man might have opened his eyes, but his body had long been decayed over the past hundred thousand years. Only his primordial spirit had awakened, and his body couldn’t contain his soul.
In the cultivation world, there existed a fearsome technique known as soul possession, which allowed individuals to achieve rebirth by taking over another’s body. Essentially, this technique involved forcibly seizing a new host and reviving oneself through that vessel.
Formidable beings often sought to possess the bodies of the younger generation before their own demise. When a soul took over a new body, it would invade the host’s soul sea and consume it, thereby becoming the new master of the body.
Liu Wuxie was understandably apprehensive that this winged man might attempt to possess him, given the latter’s formidable presence. After all, Liu Wuxie was just in the Heavenly Dipper Realm, insignificant in comparison to someone of the winged man’s caliber.
“Your soul energy is unusual—it’s what managed to awaken me,” the winged man said, reflecting on his circumstances.
Liu Wuxie’s eyes widened in understanding; the winged man must have absorbed his soul energy to regain some semblance of vitality.
“Senior, could you tell me what this place is and how you came to be here?” Liu Wuxie inquired, eager to uncover the mysteries surrounding this situation. If he were to face his end here, he wished to understand the events that led to this predicament.
Liu Wuxie sighed after hearing the actual story. The Feather Emperor had died in a foreign land, sacrificing himself to avenge his people and perish with the Abyssal King. Such a noble spirit was worthy of Liu Wuxie’s respect.
The abyssal race was a blight on the universe, consuming everything in their path like a cancer. They attacked any race they encountered, aiming to conquer and transform the universe into an abyssal realm under their dominion.
An hour had passed without knowing, and the light in the Feather Emperor’s eyes became dim. His last remnant soul would disappear when the light in the eyes vanished.
“Young friend, I have a request for you. Please help me fulfill it.” Feather Emperor’s eyes shone with a hint of hope. His facial muscles had long stiffened, and he could only convey his emotions through his eyes.
“Senior, please speak. I will do my best as long as it’s something within my power.” It wasn’t hard to tell the Feather Emperor was a man of great loyalty, willing to sacrifice himself for his clan.
“If you get the chance one day, make a trip to the Spirit Clan and bring my remains back, along with the Earth Binding Chains. This is the supreme treasure of the Spirit Clan, and the Spirit Clan can’t maintain a footing in the universe without it.” The Feather Emperor requested this, hoping Liu Wuxie could visit the Spirit Clan.
Bringing the remains back was secondary because the Earth Binding Chains were too important to the Spirit Clan.
“I don’t know where the Spirit Clan is, and I’m powerless even if I intend to help you.” Liu Wuxie smiled bitterly. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, but this was the first time he had heard of the Spirit Clan. If he blindly agreed to it, he would only be bluffing himself.
The Feather Emperor sighed. He also knew he had lost the Spirit Clan’s coordinates because he had emerged from a spatial rift with the Abyssal King.
“I can tell from your words and actions that you’re not ordinary. I believe it won’t be hard for you to reach the Heaven Pry Realm in the future. At that time, you’ll be able to find the Spirit Clan’s location.” The Feather Emperor was hopeful that Liu Wuxie would agree to help.
His remnant soul couldn’t last much longer, and he would never awaken again once it dissipated.
“The Heaven Pry Realm!” Liu Wuxie muttered. This was one step before becoming an immortal.
“I can promise you that I’ll do my best!” Liu Wuxie shrugged because even he was uncertain if he could find the Spirit Clan. The Heaven Pry Realm was too far off now, and Liu Wuxie didn’t think that far ahead. Even the True Profound Realm was out of his reach for now.
“I believe you can find it. My Spirit Clan has a mysterious technique to foresee a person’s destiny. Your fate is extraordinary, free of worldly constraints, and you will walk an unprecedented path.” The Feather Emperor’s words were not mere flattery to extract a promise from Liu Wuxie; they were a heartfelt plea born from deep conviction.
Liu Wuxie acknowledged it because he realized his fate had changed after rebirth, especially after cultivating the Desolate Devouring Art.
Sometimes, he couldn’t even glimpse his fate.
For the Feather Emperor to trust him with the Earth Binding Chains, could he really foresee a person’s fate and nature?
The Feather Emperor had lived for a hundred thousand years and had encountered countless individuals. His keen eyes could easily discern character, and Liu Wuxie’s sincerity was apparent to him. Liu Wuxie’s eyes reflected purity and unwavering resolve, qualities that spoke to his reliability.
“I attempted to remove the Earth Binding Chains earlier, but they tightened whenever I touched them,” Liu Wuxie explained, acknowledging the difficulty he faced.
“This is not a problem,” the Feather Emperor reassured him. “Your soul is unique and powerful. By using the Spirit Clan’s technique, you should be able to control the Earth Binding Chains.” The sadness in the Feather Emperor’s eyes began to recede, replaced by a glimmer of hope.