Su Luo picked up the Soul Nurturing Pearl and couldn't help but say, "So you are the Great Emperor Haotian. Earlier, in the palace outside, I saw the letter you left..."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's me, your old man! Little girl, you truly are a fairy who saves people from suffering, sob sob sob... This old man is so touched, I really want to cry... I've been trapped in this damn ghost pearl for over thirty thousand years, and no one has ever paid attention to me..."
Great Emperor Haotian cried like a drowned rat, like a pitiful abandoned puppy, which made Su Luo sigh with emotion.
Even a demigod expert has unlucky times.
Being locked in this pearl alone for tens of thousands of years, if it were her, she would have gone mad long ago.
Thinking of matters outside, Su Luo immediately asked again, "By the way, Great Emperor, how did you get trapped in this pearl back then? Even if you failed to break through, didn't you still have disciples or servants? I just saw a ten-thousand-year-old Chilong just now..."
Before she could finish, Great Emperor Haotian furiously cursed, "Scoundrel, don't mention that damned thing!"
"If it weren't for it, how would this old man have ended up like this? Back then, I was about to break through to become a god. Everything was ready, just the last step. I repeatedly instructed it, and then that damned thing..."
"It's making me so angry!"
"I want to kill it..."
After a barrage of angry curses, the scene instantly changed, leaving Su Luo both astonished and familiar!
When she read the diary before, this feeling wasn't so obvious. Now that she heard it personally, she never expected the famous Great Emperor Haotian to speak in a dialect similar to her previous life's Sichuan dialect, and his scolding was sharp and fiery.
Great Emperor Haotian said anxiously, "Don't worry, little girl. You saved this old man, and I will surely reward you handsomely. But that damned thing, I will personally deal with it... Come, come, this old man will teach you how I can get out!"
...
In the garden.
The ground was full of deep pits, spiritual energy flying, and gravel shooting out. All the withered spirit grasses and branches had turned to dust. Even though everyone had retreated far away, two cultivators were still hit on the head by falling stones, their heads bleeding profusely.
Tang Xiaoguo's eyes were red, and she hid behind a large rock, crying, "Eldest Senior Brother, run quickly! Sister Su has already been killed by it, you can't afford to have any more accidents..."
But Li Tianjue seemed not to hear her. He hovered at the top of a dead tree, gazing at the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong constantly charging at him, his eyes as cold as ice.
The strong wind blew, Li Tianjue's black hair flew wildly, and his face was stern.
Su Luo died when she tried to help him pick the Scarlet Blood Divine Dragon Grass, trampled by the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong! If he didn't kill it, how could he face the innocent soul that died unjustly?
Recalling the girl's playful banter along the way, the delicious food she roasted with her own hands, and her smiling face...
Li Tianjue could not hide his guilt. He didn't know where the heartache began, he just wanted to kill the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong to avenge her.
Boom boom boom!
As the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong continued to approach, Li Tianjue slowly raised his hand. In the air, translucent flowers suddenly appeared, as if emerging from the void. Within a ten-zhang radius, the atmosphere changed drastically, becoming cold and肃杀 (sù shā - chilling and murderous), covered by a layer of mist.
The translucent flowers danced in mid-air, their petals layered, mysterious and beautiful, constantly stirring the mist, forming a chain-like ribbon that circled around him.
Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist.
One moment, the human world; the next, Shura.
Just as Li Tianjue was about to make a move, a pleasant voice sounded: "Eldest Senior Brother, Xiaoguo!"
Li Tianjue turned his head sharply, only to see Su Luo appearing elegantly in the distance, and he was stunned.
Even the spell for activating 'Flower Dance' in his hand paused.
Su Luo leaped forward, quickly ran to Tang Xiaoguo, waved to Li Tianjue, and shouted, "Eldest Senior Brother, come down quickly, stop hitting it..."
Li Tianjue arrived in front of Su Luo like a phantom, somewhat disbelieving, "You're alright? I thought..."
"Eldest Senior Brother, you were worried about me?"
Su Luo looked at Li Tianjue and smiled brightly, "I just found out now that although Eldest Senior Brother is usually reserved and cold, he actually cares about me secretly. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Li Tianjue was about to say that he cared because she almost got into trouble trying to help him, but the words couldn't be spoken when they reached his lips.
His heart suddenly stopped hurting.
"Roar—!"
With a furious roar, Tang Xiaoguo was startled, "Oh no, the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong is chasing us again, let's escape!"
The surrounding people also woke up from the interlude of Su Luo's sudden appearance. Seeing the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong about to wreak havoc again, even Shang Xie Shaoqing was preparing to run with Du Wei, when a terrifying pressure suddenly descended, making everyone unable to breathe.
"Beast! You dare to hurt people again!"
In mid-air, a majestic and solemn voice descended, its waves rolling.
The crowd couldn't lift their heads. The pressure was too intense. Just by hearing the voice, they felt as if they saw a god descending, and all beings surrendered. Their legs went weak, and they collapsed on the ground, trembling.
A phantom of a giant fist descended from the sky and slammed heavily onto the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong.
"Aow—"
The fierce roar immediately turned into the howl of a drowning dog. The ten-thousand-year-old Chilong was beaten to the ground, trembling incessantly.
It recognized the voice of its master who had died many years ago.
Boom!
The phantom of the fist, as large as a small mountain, fell again, breaking the ten-thousand-year-old Chilong's spine, smashing it into the earth, its skin torn and flesh exposed, all its bones broken. It howled in pain but dared not resist.
"Damned thing! Do you still remember this old man?"
"You caused this old man so much misery, and today I can finally kill you!"
"What did I tell you back then? But you went out and stole chickens, causing me to fail my breakthrough and have to possess the Soul Nurturing Pearl. Who knew you kicked it into the secret chamber..."
"You also ate all the flowers and plants I raised, and everything edible. Were you born from a starving ghost in your past life? You dare to move, dare to call out! Watch this old man beat you to death... You even defecated in my imperial sleeping quarters, making a mess of everything. You really thought you could do whatever you pleased after I died?"
The phantom of the fist fell again and again, spiritual energy whistling, and the wind raging.
Some cultivators could no longer bear it and fainted.
Su Luo and Tang Xiaoguo stood beside Li Tianjue, protected by him, and could still barely hold on. Listening to Great Emperor Haotian vent tens of thousands of years of anger and grievances, they were both shocked and amused.
They never expected that a dignified demigod, a super expert from tens of thousands of years ago, would be so miserably harmed by his own divine pet after failing to become a god.
If it weren't for this ten-thousand-year-old Chilong, perhaps the Great Emperor would have escaped long ago.
Killing it would be completely justified!
Su Luo took the opportunity to explain what had happened earlier. Li Tianjue and Tang Xiaoguo then learned that she had accidentally fallen into a trap set by Great Emperor Haotian, and by chance, she had landed in the secret chamber prepared by the Great Emperor for himself, thus saving his divine soul.
Tang Xiaoguo said excitedly, "Fortunately, Sister Su is blessed with good luck, so she's fine and even rescued the Great Emperor."
Li Tianjue had to admit that Su Luo was indeed very lucky.
Fortunately, she was safe and sound...
The majestic and solemn voice seemed to have finished venting. The ten-thousand-year-old Chilong's body had become a mass of pulp, with only its head intact. Yet, it was not dead. Its dark eyes held only fear, weak and pitiful.