51 Chapter 51 Land of the Dead (1/2)

”Where is this place?”

Deep within a group of mountains, on a stone platform hanging high on the side of a mountain, Zong Shou looked around, filled with a sense of loss.

In the next moment, his eyes were attracted by a person ahead, who was looking out towards the dusk.

Her cloth dress was white and clean. Her back gave off a magnificent aura, the air around her was also uncertain and indiscernible.

Who knows why, but when Zong Shou looked over, he felt that this person was tragic and desolate.

”Shou'er, do you miss your mother?”

”Of course I do! But didn't father say that mother isn't in the Cloud World, and can never return?”

”I am not in the Cloud World, but it isn't true that I can never return!”

That person gave out a bitter smile, but she wasn't in a rush to turn around. ”In the past just treat your mom as if she died, but recently you have been thinking about her, or you want to try hard to bring her back. My Shou'er will not always not have a mother.”

”Really? Father, you didn't lie to me? Where is mother, Shou'er wants to go find her!”

Zong Shou was feeling more and more baffled. He obviously didn't want to speak, but this voice spread out from his mouth uncontrollably. It was also really young and immature, like that of a six-year-old kid. When he said the word ”mother”, his chest actually felt eagerness and warmth.

Furrowing his brows and thinking for a moment, he understood. This should be a portion of the memory of that thirteen-year-old Zong Shou.

The image of the person in front of him turned around with a huge smile, the handsome face brought with it a heroic aura, his eyes were really sharp.

”You can follow me to find your mother, but your skills cannot be too weak. Twenty years, only need twenty years for us go see exactly how strong the Lu Family who rules many small worlds actually is…”

Zong Shou's eyes constricted. That image wasn't it the Blood Maniac Demon Saint he was familiar with, the Nine-tailed Sky Fox?

Before he was able to think, the scene in front of him fell apart. Zong Shou's consciousness followed the flow of the memory ocean and arrived at yet another memory fragment.

It had now changed into a wide drill field. At the sides were many stone blocks,as well as large amounts of knives, sword, spears, and other weapons.

He was panting hard, his body enduring intense training, and he was filled with utmost exhaustion.

Within his chest was a pent-up breath, filled with unwillingness. He hated the heavens for being unfair, he hated his own body for being so useless.

It was still that middle-aged man, however in his eyes the sharpness was all lost, instead what replaced it was pain and guilt.

”Okay, Shou'er, your Foundation Meridian hasn't opened, maybe due to your human and monster dual meridians. Being unable to train martial arts isn't your fault. It is pointless to continue torturing yourself. Since you are unable to walk on the martial path, you still can try to cultivate as a spirit master. After a few days, father will send you over to Linhai College…”

The memory scene was broken once more. When another scene was formed through all the numerous broken pieces, he stood in a narrow corridor.

Zong Shou was walking along it, only to hear numerous chit-chat noises spread into his ears.

”Is that person the trash from class B? Three years of time and still unable to open his soul ocean?”

”That's him. I heard that he is the eldest son of Gantian Mountain, the future Monster King…”

”Tsk! The monster race have always followed the strong. How would the Gantian Mountain people follow him? Isn't he dead for sure?”

”What a joke, since he has no talents, he should just walk away! Wasting a spot, wasting a spiritual land!”