The Empress's No.1 Lackey

Chapter 1021 - 571: Slaying the Worldly Realm (Part 2)

Countless sizzling, oil-dripping roasted meats hung in the air, and the table was filled with numerous fruits.

In addition, there were several fat men, either soaking drunkenly in a pool or lying on the ground, eating voraciously.

Zhao Douan’s mouth watered, overwhelmed by a strong sense of hunger, nearly joining the gluttonous feast.

However, this time he was vigilant and protected by the Daluo Mountain Jade, he resisted the temptation, blew the Green Lotus, illuminating the Buddha Light, and entered the third layer.

As soon as he stepped into the third layer, the sound of silk and bamboo instruments suddenly intensified.

Zhao Douan was stunned to see that the third layer was draped with silk curtains, essentially a massive bed. Beautifully dressed women, either in pairs or threes, intertwined on the ground, some playing instruments and composing melodies.

Shining in white... full of all forms of allure, with a variety of styles on display.

Zhao Douan’s breathing quickened, glancing at Pei Niannu, noticing that beneath her dark golden face armor, her snowy cheeks were also slightly flushed.

He suddenly realized a problem: Would Pei Niannu be lured by this place?

If so, then besides the women, shouldn’t there also be a bunch of tall, dark-skinned athletic men here...

As he pondered, over a hundred scantily clad women rose in unison, forming two rows, and chanted, "Welcome, young master..."

"..." Zhao Douan’s face darkened, puffing his cheeks as he blew a lotus: "Business K is my great political enemy, don’t think I’ll make a mistake!"

The two of them rushed through this layer in slight embarrassment, and as they climbed to the fourth layer, the music transformed into a mournful tune.

In front of them was a gigantic mourning hall, draped in white veils, densely packed with lit white candles.

A black coffin lay ahead, with the large characters "The Tomb of Zhao Douan and Pei Niannu" inscribed on a giant memorial tablet.

In the mourning hall, indistinctly faced people dressed in mourning attire were wailing in grief.

"This is intended to evoke your fear of death," Pei Niannu said coldly, the red hue fading from her snowy cheeks.

She then walked on, unimpeded.

Zhao Douan’s heart was overwhelmed with immense sorrow, tears flowing involuntarily as he fearfully blew Buddha Light, burning the mourning hall to ashes, finally feeling calm. Curiously, he asked, "Senior, are you not affected by this layer?"

Pei Niannu did not turn around: "What is there to fear for one who has already died?"

Zhao Douan was thoughtful, intensely curious about the cause of Pei Niannu’s death back then and her current state.

However, he had asked multiple times before, but the other party was always unwilling to speak.

...

The two continued to ascend the tower, breaking through several more layers along the way.

Later, the Luoshan Jade on Zhao Douan’s body dimmed, almost on the verge of shattering.

Fortunately, they reached the topmost layer.

"Splash—"

This layer was a massive swimming pool, shrouded in mist. Zhao Douan cautiously held the lotus: "Where is the Dragon Girl?"

Before his words faded, the sound of water came from the mist, followed by the emergence of a familiar young girl’s face from the fog.

Her body was semi-transparent, revealing her blood vessels and organs. Her long, silvery-white hair hung down, the two dragon horns on her head signifying she was not "human".

As her body approached, Zhao Douan was shocked to find that the Dragon Girl’s lower half was a dragon’s body, equally semi-transparent and covered with icy blue scales.

The Dragon Girl’s eyes were cold, gazing at the two, her focus on the Green Lotus.

Then, she seemed to become angry, shaking the entire Dream Tower, causing the pool water to boil.

"Senior..." Zhao Douan sensed immense danger, his complexion changing as he wanted to retreat, but saw Pei Niannu stepping forward, scooping the lotus into her hand, and sneered, "Evil creature!"

Pei Niannu raised her balance pole, gathering vast, terrifying power. Countless red threads flew out, binding the Dragon Girl.

"Bang!!!"

A huge wave erupted from the pool, Zhao Douan lost his balance, thrown away by the force of their battle.

...

...

In reality, on the long street, the battle between both sides continued.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Buddha beads whistled through the air, embedding harshly into the ice layer on Zhao Douan’s body.

"Crack!"

The ice layer encasing Zhao Douan fractured into a web of cracks.

"My water... is running out..." Ji Yue was in panic, almost crying as she rushed to Zhao Douan, her white-haired female sorcerer’s face flustered, desperately spreading her hands, trying to condense a wall of ice, but the process was extremely slow.

The water vapor in the nearby air was almost entirely extracted by her.

Ji Yue’s internal mana was also greatly depleted.

"Crash—" Another wave of moonlight surged, knocking down several Buddha beads. Jin Jian, holding a magic wand with both hands, struggled to maintain levitation and fell from the air, standing guard in front of the sleeping Zhao Douan alongside Ji Yue.

The young priestess’s face was flushed, the golden eye at the tip of her wand dim.

The moon wheel behind her flickered uncertainly.

She was nearing her limit!

The gap in foundational cultivation levels couldn’t be easily bridged.

"Senior Brother hasn’t returned yet..." Jin Jian bit her lip, filled with anxiety.

She could sense that the Mountain Lord in the distance was already defeated, and it was only a matter of time before it succumbed to Zhong Pan. However, the Mountain Lord was excessively fierce, stubbornly clinging to the Little Heavenly Master, preventing Zhong Pan from breaking free to assist.

The Golden Bell Shield around Guangyuan had also been forcibly peeled away by flying swords, layer by layer, while Yu Xiu’s flying sword was equally slowing down.

"Cough... cough..." The skinny Kongzhu coughed again, revealing a smile as he approached step by step: "It seems you have lost after all."

Kongzhu walked slowly, though the distance between both parties was not far.

At this moment, Buddha beads still shot out from the monk’s bowl like bullets, showing no signs of stopping.