Light Fortress

Chapter 1721 - 382: You Are My Eyes, and Also My Life (Long - !)

"This is likely the ’Divine Domain’ that the previous Netherworld King prepared for himself..."

Mu Wanqiu kept touching the massive pillars. As the Netherworld Fire Crown Bearer, she could sense the immense energy contained within this temple.

"This hall must be hiding countless ancient text array patterns."

"But if the previous Netherworld King regarded it as a base, intending to cultivate in seclusion at Frost Iron Mountain, why abandon it and go to the Old World to build a new temple?"

As Mu Wanqiu spoke, she realized the issue.

"...Pure Land."

Gu Shen uttered the two words as an answer.

"In pursuit of the Pure Land."

He stood in front of the bronze hall’s door, his voice complicated, saying, "No matter how beautifully and grandly constructed temples are in this world, they cannot compare to the Pure Land. The Netherworld King fell into madness because of the Pure Land, lost control because of it. He wanted to truly command the cycle of life and death of all things... Compared to such absolute divine power, what does this Frost Iron Mountain Temple count for?"

"..."

Mu Wanqiu immediately fell silent.

Indeed.

The Frost Iron Mountain Temple is majestic, but it can never appear in the world.

Among the seven gods, the Netherworld King is always the one hidden in darkness, helping other fire seeds absorb disasters, becoming the source of the world’s misfortune, even the ’Divine Domain’ needs to be concealed from the world.

She knew that in that era, nothing happening in the East Continent escaped Mr. Gu Changzhi’s eyes.

Therefore, Mr. Gu Changzhi surely knew of this Frost Iron Mountain Divine Domain.

However.

Mr. Gu Changzhi chose to keep it secret.

And so, today... it was their first time stepping foot here; for decades, the Frost Iron Mountain Temple remained empty and pristine as ever, as if it had never welcomed any visitors.

"By the way, isn’t your hometown nearby?"

Mu Wanqiu suddenly spoke.

Although she rarely showed concern for the affairs of the East Continent, during the time when the news of Gu Shen’s "death" spread across the Five Continents, she purposely read the legendary figure’s publicly available files.

Gu Shen, born in Qinghe District, among the mountains.

Wulaoshan is near Frost Iron Mountain.

Not far at all.

"...Yes."

Gu Shen sighed softly.

Upon entering this bronze hall, he already understood the reason for his anxiety.

Those who believe in fate do not believe in coincidence.

The reason for his anxiety isn’t because this temple is particularly dangerous.

On the contrary, there isn’t the slightest crisis in this temple.

He felt uneasy because he had a premonition that... the end point of the Frost Iron Mountain Temple concealed his own "origin."

In fact, ever since he saw the "disaster" arising at Frost Iron Mountain from Liu Quan’s Spirit Sea.

Some answers had already emerged.

"Crack."

Gu Shen extended his hand, gently pressing it against the front of the bronze hall’s door.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

...

...

The huge bronze hall doors were pushed open.

Standing beneath the massive doors, the two looked like ants crawling at the feet of a giant god.

The Frost Iron Mountain Temple was only half built, and only the half one can enter; behind the doors lay a desolate and dilapidated scene, starkly contrasting the magnificent corridor. It was quite ironic that the grand Netherworld King’s main hall was just a half-finished piece, with even the divine throne at the highest point being just a rough cast.

This precisely confirmed Gu Shen and Mu Wanqiu’s previous conjecture.

This temple was abandoned.

From the moment the previous Netherworld King had the notion of "pursuing the Pure Land,"

there was no longer a need to continue its construction.

But what truly shocked them wasn’t the barren, desolate main hall, but the dust-sealed life pods, like rows of vertical eyes, guarding the desolate hall alongside the bronze pillars.

The energy supply for these life pods hadn’t been cut off.

Beneath the highest divine throne sat a shining black mithril ore; the pipelines of these life pods passed through the mithril, reaching the "mountain body" core. These mithril sealed a pulsating black dot; the chaotic essence emitted from it was transformed by the Netherworld Fire left by the previous Netherworld King, then sent in an orderly manner to the various pods in the main hall.

Mu Wanqiu looked at the scene before her, too shocked to speak for a long time.

She understood now the reason why a wisp of disaster was leaking out.

The previous Netherworld King left a wisp of "Netherworld Fire" on the throne.

The Netherworld Fire is the source of disaster in the world.

In this desolate hall, it was filled with ominous energy; a wisp leaking out was perfectly normal.

After a long time.

Mu Wanqiu spoke hoarsely: "Was the previous Netherworld King already this mad while remaining ’sensible’?"

Gu Shen did not respond.

He stood at the entrance of the bronze hall, his expression somewhat numb, even a bit sorrowful.

Inside the hall before them was a stack of nearly a thousand life pods; the number of these life pods... far exceeded those in Huazhi Underground.

Within these pods were tender, fragile bodies.

They were still alive.

Yet they were already dead.

"Are these... the products of the Genetic Law?"

Gu Shen spoke sorrowfully.

But he wasn’t speaking to Mu Wanqiu; rather, he was speaking in his Heart Lake, to Chu Ling.

"Judging from the markings and age traces on the pods... it’s very likely."

Chu Ling was also stunned by the scene in the bronze hall.

Gu Shen’s heart was uneasy.

And so was hers.

As the "source code," her computational power far exceeded Gu Shen’s, so the moment she locked onto the "Frost Iron Mountain" coordinates, she realized something was amiss... the proximity of Frost Iron Mountain to Gu Shen’s hometown was alarming, and Gu Shen’s background file was quite vague. No one knew his exact place of birth.