Light Fortress

Chapter 1720 - 382: You Are My Eyes, and

"This deceased... doesn’t want the Netherworld Poison to spread?"

Although Mu Wanqiu couldn’t understand the carvings on the coffin, she guessed the general idea.

"The Netherworld King’s disaster has the effect of eroding the human mind."

Gu Shen said slowly, "The disaster invaded his thoughts, and at the last moment of his consciousness disintegration, he chose to block the Netherworld Poison."

Gu Shen snapped his fingers again.

Snap!

A crisp ringing sound.

The Netherfire Authority was activated, mixed with a strand of black ink-like Chi Huo, jumping into the soul sea of the person in the coffin.

"Buzz buzz buzz——"

The deceased’s brow emitted a violent roar amidst the burning Chi Huo!

Because it had been dead too long, and because Gu Shen was not yet a true "Netherworld King."

Even if the Pure Land accepted it for reincarnation, the deceased could not be resurrected in a complete form.

But, he still opened his eyes.

Empty, fleshless eyes!

"I want to see your last memory."

Gu Shen squatted down and said, "If you still have anything left."

The essence of this corpse had dissipated, its spirit too, yet under the call of the Netherworld King Authority, the deceased seemed to understand Gu Shen’s words.

In his ears, it was God’s command.

The deceased extended both palms, gently raised them, and offered the void air to Gu Shen. Thousands of strands of Chi Huo sprang from his withered skin, converging at his palms, like he was holding a handful of fire.

Gu Shen pointed to dip into the flames.

Blurry and fragmented images flashed into the heart sea.

The fog of Frost Iron Mountain shattered as this "dead and revived" nameless person pointed out the specific path to the depths of Frost Iron Mountain with his last memory.

"Rest in peace, from now on, no one will disturb your long sleep."

Gu Shen stood up, waving his hand to disperse the Chi Huo.

The corpse did not fall but was consumed by the fire, turning into countless ashes.

These ashes scattered in the real world, quickly carried away by rainwater.

But in the Spiritual World, these ashes gathered as souls, piecing together the appearance of the "deceased" before death, and Gu Shen chose to use the Pure Land to grant him true serenity.

The spiritual image shared by the corpse was shared by Gu Shen into Mu Wanqiu’s heart sea.

The two stood beneath the iron-blue night sky as raindrops fell like sharp blades.

"I don’t know why, but I have a very bad feeling."

Gu Shen said, "I always feel that I’m about to see something terrible."

Mu Wanqiu asked, "Like the Duolu River?"

At Duolu River, they saw the Netherworld King’s temple.

"Perhaps worse than that."

Gu Shen took a deep breath and said, "Because the ’uneasy premonition’ in my heart is stronger than ever."

He always trusted his intuition.

He knew the path led by the deceased likely pointed to the disaster realm laid by the former Netherworld King.

Gu Shen knew better than anyone what the former Netherworld King was.

The things this guy did after he went mad were truly maddening.

But this time, he just felt "heaviness of heart," an indescribable "unease," without a soul-shaking dangerous omen, and corresponding to this unease was a fully restored cross pendant without any ripple.

The Goddess of Destiny’s Sanctuary informed Gu Shen in a different way.

The forward disaster realm posed no threat to life.

...

...

If there’s no life-threatening danger, what else would cause unease?

The iron-blue night sky was torn apart by fierce sword light.

Gu Shen sent out Half-sleeve Iron Scales, connected by Chi Huo, directly illuminating an entire mountain path, with the entrance to this disaster realm on the mountain mid-slope, seemingly hidden.

It was not hard to find; even without the guidance of the deceased, finding the entrance wouldn’t take long.

The scorching sword light pierced the long night and traversed the disaster realm.

Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu set foot into the disaster realm, facing a vast world of darkness, with Chi Huo breaking through the darkness, revealing the familiar towering pillars and grand bronze dome.

A large amount of disaster aura wandered in this place.

"Unexpectedly, the former Netherworld King truly built a disaster realm within Frost Iron Mountain... is this a new Netherworld Palace?"

Mu Wanqiu squinted and reached out to touch the huge pillars.

She remembered the near-death experiences in the Duolu River Disaster Realm inside the Netherworld Palace.

Now, this place did not give her a strong sense of danger.

Perhaps because she had been promoted to the Crown Bearer?

"To be precise, it’s an old Netherworld Palace."

Gu Shen scrutinized the entrance to the bronze hall and said calmly, "This place was constructed far longer ago than the Duolu River Netherworld Palace, and it has remained hidden for much longer... clearly, it’s the creation of the former Netherworld King before he ’lost control.’

The former Netherworld King and Gu Changzhi were friends.

With Mr. Gu Changzhi’s character of abhorring evil, he naturally would not allow "evil madness" to build disaster realms in the East Continent.

So, the Frost Iron Mountain Disaster Zone must have been created while the Netherworld King retained "reason."

Mu Wanqiu frowned and said, "But how do you explain the ’disaster’ leaking out from it?"

If this bronze hall was the creation of the former Netherworld King retaining reason.

Then how is it leaking ’disaster’ now?

"The Netherfire is an aggregate of all disasters in the world."

Gu Shen pondered for a moment and said, "Let’s head further in... see the true appearance of this bronze hall."

The entrance to Frost Iron Mountain’s disaster realm connected with the Netherworld King Temple’s corridor.

The two walked step by step.

Looking around, it became apparent that the materials used in constructing this temple were extremely solid.