Chapter 937: Chapter 935: The Belated Dead
[Cloud Heights Hotel]
The Golden Lung Venerable arrived early,
The application he submitted above, allowing this group of ’typical patients’ from the sick focus to contact the disaster, has been approved. Today they can officially head to the seventh level of Heaven.
The team led by the Great Emperor has already gathered in the lobby. Whether it was their aura or their displayed demeanor, it drew looks of surprise, caution, and even shock from the passing guests.
Among the myriad worlds managed by the Main Material Plane, no world’s life forms can express such a distinct and intense biological characteristic.
After Reagan and Faye finished dining in the hotel, they also proceeded to the lobby.
The Venerable clasped his hands behind his back, smiling as he asked, "Hasn’t Yi Chen arrived yet?"
Reagan shook his head, "Not sure, he’s usually quite punctual."
"Let’s wait a bit longer then."
Half an hour passed with still no sign of Yi Chen. The somewhat anxious Venerable was clearly growing impatient, "I’ll go check his room to see what’s going on, you all wait a moment."
Just as the Venerable was about to knock personally, Reagan suddenly flashed in front of him, "Let me go instead; a week ago when we parted, I remember Yi saying he needed to go into closed-door practice."
"What does that matter~ he has already accepted my incarnate, the Purple Lung, synchronizing our breaths, just using breaths we can gauge his precise state; if he truly is at a critical stage of practice, waiting a bit longer is no problem.
Let’s go together."
"Alright."
Just as they stepped into the elevator and the door closed,
Drip! A drop of fresh blood fell between the two of them.
Within the span of a single breath, the blood transformed into the handsome, long-haired image of the Great Emperor, one hand adjusting the red tie on the white shirt, the other tucking the hair across his eyes behind his ear.
"What kind of practice makes someone forget their promise to me."
The Great Emperor thus joined them, and the Venerable was quite taken aback by how swiftly and perfectly this blood transfer occurred.
Even in the Three Pure Heavens, there were quite a few who called themselves Blood Demons, Blood Venerables, or Blood Ancestors, but to the Venerable, none of them could achieve a perfect bodily transfer like the Great Emperor with just a single drop of blood, moreover doing so without relying on any so-called ’Divine Power’, simply through pure biological illness.
"Yi Chen lives on which floor?" asked the Great Emperor.
"The top floor," Reagan replied.
"Then I’ll head up first, this mechanical contraption is too slow."
Just as the Great Emperor was about to flow out of the elevator in blood form, Reagan suddenly placed his hand against the metal wall.
The previously normally moving elevator suddenly began to accelerate, reaching twenty times the original speed without stopping on any intermediate floor.
Ding!
The elevator stopped stably on the top floor, and as the doors opened, the Venerable’s beard was slightly askew, while the Great Emperor cast a gaze of approval.
The corridor ahead was filled with an evil aura, but compared to the death emanating from a certain room, it was insignificant.
The Great Emperor’s twin pupils instantly locked onto the door, already a pitch-black color, long overdue for decay and collapse, only ensured stability by a strange array drawn upon it.
The Venerable already stood in front of the door in a breath’s time, scrutinizing, "Who drew this array? Very high-level, otherwise the hotel’s entire top floor might become a grave of death."
With a look of surprise, the Venerable examined the array on the door, even scraping off some gold powder used in the array with his hand.
"Little Grape?"
"This isn’t an array from your sick focus, but something from our side... based on the drawing materials and array style, I remember seeing it somewhere before, suddenly I can’t recall."
Just then, the door of the adjacent room opened, and a woman pushing a baby carriage came out.
The woman made a very graceful bow,
"Greetings to the Venerable, I am a disciple under Ni Ying Demon Lord, temporarily lodged here. A few days ago, noticing a strong death aura emanating from the adjacent room, considering the importance of the hotel, I attempted to draw the array to suppress it."
"Ni Ying Demon Lord! No wonder I said the gold powder used in this array is so special... truly appreciate it. How is Ni Ying Demon Lord’s current state?"
"The master is also in closed-door practice and may act at the last moment."
"Please convey my regards to the master."
"Alright, I shall take my leave first!"
As the woman departed, the Golden Lung Venerable had no doubts,
being able to stay on this floor are all more renowned Evil God disciples, even if this woman didn’t suppress the death, other room guests might have acted.
Moreover, the Venerable’s mind was entirely focused on Yi Chen, curious as to what state he had reached.
Breath Synchronization,
yet no matter how the Venerable breathed there was no internal response, as if there was no Purple Lung incarnate inside, or rather the whole Purple Lung had withered.
The thought of his gifted incarnate organ being mistreated somewhat irked the Venerable,
"There’s no sensing, let’s enter and take a look."
Similarly, neither Reagan nor the Great Emperor received any sensing. The twin eyes only penetrated to see a black silhouette hanging, unable to discern the specific situation.
Reagan stepped forward and placed his palm against the door lock, "Try not to disturb Mr. Yi!"
Under his mechanical manipulation, the door lock silently opened, and the surrounding air currents under the Venerable’s control no longer served as sound conductors.
As the main door slowly opened,
the Venerable immediately took out a pre-prepared cloth bag, all the death aura emanating from the room being absorbed within it, yet the entire bag couldn’t be used further due to aging.
Before the Venerable could lament, he was stunned by the scene before him,
Simultaneously, moisture began to seep from his face, accompanied by a strong urge to hang emerging from deep within his soul.
It wasn’t just the Venerable, even fully ascended Reagan internally developed a sequence of codes, translated as ’Hang’.
The Great Emperor widened his eyes, "Already become this powerful, Yi."
Exhale!
The Venerable forcefully expelled a breath to push out the internal suicidal urge along with it, simultaneously sighing, "Have you already met the Hanging King?"
Inside the room,
Yi Chen hung from the rope, resembling a mummified corpse dead for a thousand years.
And the feature inciting the hanging impulse was his inwardly sunken, ring-like face... yet it differed from the Hanging King’s completely hollow face.
Yi Chen’s face wasn’t perforated into a void, instead, a ’pit’ sunken inward, one could even sense some death colonies worming in the pits.
Perhaps sensing the arrival of others, his withered arms began to slowly move, raising and grasping the rope,
As Yi Chen’s head gradually moved out of the noose, his body returned from a thousand-year mummy to its original form, and the facial pits filled back.
All surrounding death was reclaimed at that moment.
The guest room returned to normal.
"Sorry, I forgot about the time!" Yi Chen, seeing the three before him, knew he must have been late.
"It doesn’t matter, we only waited an extra hour... Your state is more suited for engaging with [Disaster] confined.
You actually reached the inside of the Death Hall so quickly, faster than we anticipated, and even gained some understanding from the Hanging King."
"You all knew about the Hanging King’s departure, didn’t you?" Yi Chen asked.
"Of course we knew... otherwise, upon breaking the seal, at least three Supreme Gods and over a dozen self-crafted Divine Status middle ranks would suppress you.
If the Hanging King hadn’t left, it wouldn’t have been possible for us to place such a dangerous forbidden object rope capable of swiftly reaching the Sunken Death Temple in your hands."