Chapter 116: Call Me Dad [Please Subscribe!]

There were no flashy attacks, no grandiose declarations. The old hag didn’t even have time to say anything—just like that, it was over.

What Zhou Yi didn’t notice was that only after the dagger pierced her eyes did the black aura surrounding the old hag dissipate.

Then her body started turning black—not into withered branches, but utterly lifeless, emitting a foul stench.

The stench irritated Zhou Yi, his eyes reddening as he slowly ceased his movements.

Supporting himself on the ground, he kept retching. It was the stench of a corpse, a smell unique to highly decayed bodies.

The old hag’s corpse on the ground seemed to be continuing its decay. Zhou Yi raised his arm to cover his mouth and nose, yet even so, he couldn’t fully block the assault of the corpse’s stench.

The people of Netherworld Mountain were not human at all. What strange arts had they cultivated? Even in death, they did not grant peace.

Standing up, Zhou Yi took a few steps back and looked toward where the old hag had fallen. The rate of decay seemed like it had been sped up sixteen times.

Her tattered robes continuously crumbled and blew away in the wind. The flesh on her corpse swollen and then dissolved, slowly turning into bare bones. Finally, the bones themselves became honeycombed, gradually disintegrating into dust that scattered as if blown away by the wind.

Dead!

The old hag was finally dead!

Zhou Yi exhaled deeply, relieved at last. Turning, he headed toward the door, but before he could touch it, he suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Time passed unknowably.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks returned to his ears. Without opening his eyes, Zhou Yi already sensed where he was—it was still that world.

He smiled and opened his eyes to find himself lying on the beach. This time, he seemed closer to those statues, and the place lacked the deliberately created dark atmosphere of anger. He was still wearing his white robe. Rolling over, Zhou Yi sat cross-legged.

He was truly exhausted. From leaving the Martial King’s mansion, he had rushed nonstop, then fought desperately against the old hag on Netherworld Mountain. His head drooped slightly. There were no scratch marks on his chest. Zhou Yi smiled faintly, confirming his suspicion.

“What... are you smiling at?”

He looked up slightly, gazing into the void.

“I know who you are now!”

His words instantly piqued the interest of the voice. The ethereal, elusive sound became clearer, closer.

“Heh, you know who I am...?”

Zhou Yi relaxed a little, though he dared not entertain too many thoughts. This voice could hear his inner thoughts and still lingered within him. What it truly was was becoming clear.

“You are that ‘Stone Egg’ I shattered in the geology department of the 2000 world. Though I don’t know exactly what you are, nor why you entered my body, I do know only by doing so could you survive.

“As for your awakening, it was because I obtained the Water Spirit Stone and Metal Spirit Stone in the Five Elements Tomb, absorbing most of their energy. But most of that energy didn’t reach me—it was stolen by you, right?

“That’s also why when I was gravely injured in the Five Elements Tomb, you directly controlled me to drag me here—one, to threaten me into submission; two, because you genuinely didn’t want me to die and even healed my wounds.

“I don’t think that Tongquan Grass really has such powerful effects. Recovering so quickly is clearly due to absorbing those spirit stones earlier, which restored some of your abilities and thus healed me. Am I right?”

Silence—the silence of death.

The entire world seemed to stop, even the sound of waves vanished. The wind ceased. Time and air froze as if suspended.

Zhou Yi knew he had just struck a nerve.

So it was anger. Yet even so, this entity did not show itself. Zhou Yi frowned slightly, then hummed softly twice.

Refusing to appear or reveal oneself—that was troublesome. Well, if you can endure, then just endure.

Thinking this, Zhou Yi smiled, hugging his crossed legs and gently swaying his body. In a low voice, he said:

“Looks like I was right. You really are a Stone Egg—who sealed you in that world, leaving you so weak?

“Let me think... it must be your nemesis. Without energy, you’re trapped inside a stone shell. In the end, it was I who saved you! So hurry up and call me ‘father’!”

The voice remained silent, though the breathing grew heavier.

Zhou Yi laughed. Any response was good. If the fire wasn’t hot enough, he would stoke it more. Without words or anger, how else could he find out where this was, who this person was, and what they wanted?

“At the Five Elements Tomb, I obtained the spirit stones. You must have been the happiest, especially the Water Spirit Stone, which originally looked like a demon. In the end, I absorbed it and it lost its form, becoming something neither monkey nor man.

“Wait—that’s odd. When I and Cheng Zhi buried those spirit stones in the 2000 world, why didn’t you react?

“Asleep? Or not truly awake, still sealed? Only when I absorbed the spirit stones could you gain power. Am I right?”

A gust of wind blew. The waves now lapped at Zhou Yi’s feet. The mound of statues trembled with the wind, some crumbling and tumbling down.

Zhou Yi squinted but was undisturbed.

Then, suddenly, an invisible hand lifted him high into the air.

The suffocating sensation made him dizzy.

Veins bulged on his neck, his lips darkening to purple. He did not struggle because he was not afraid. At this point, what could fear solve? At worst, they would die together.

With a thud, Zhou Yi was dropped to the ground.

Falling from such a height, he was unharmed, only his backside sore. He stood and dusted the sand from his hands.

Raising his hand, he smoothed his painfully pinched neck. After the rough treatment, his robe had loosened, revealing the bruises on his neck and, of course, the six-pointed star mark on his chest.

He didn’t look down. The mark seemed to spin on its own. Lines connected the six points, forming a circle at the top inscribed with characters resembling seal script or runes. The twelve triangles formed by these lines each bore one of twelve characters:

Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai.

As the mark rotated and Chen came to the top, everything returned to calm. The characters seemed never to have appeared.

The voice suddenly erupted again, shaking Zhou Yi’s eyes half-shut.

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