Chapter 369: Sinful Blood and Traitors (1/2)

The Fire Altar was almost a minor world unto its own. Plenty of immortals were fighting on and exploring within it without realizing where they were.

Hidden in a veil of silvery starlight, Empress Myrtlestar observed her surroundings from a quiet, concealed corner. Even someone as strong as she hadn’t noticed the sacrificial nature of her locale.

“Is there a connection between this Fire Altar and the Water Altar buried in the abyss of fallen divines?” asked the young man after considerable deliberation.

To his eyes, the Qi Hai before him was still a handsome youth with an urbane, uncommon bearing. Whether he looked through his Spectral Eye or his actual eye, nothing about the white-robed gentleman seemed out of the ordinary.

However, Situ Zong’s perspective told a different story: before him was a zombie with two heads—one dragon, one phoenix!

“Ten thousand years ago, the Water Altar sat over there.” Qi Hai pointed toward the opposite side of the space, where the setup was exactly the same as Su Xiaoxiao’s tomb. “When someone took it away, that extended a further lifeline to the dragons.”

Lu Yun didn’t respond.

“You yourself came out of the altar just now,” continued Qi Hai.

“What about you?” Suddenly, Lu Yun raised his head in accusation. “Why do my eyes see you differently from his?”

Situ Zong paled. Despite trembling like a leaf, he did his best to aim the cannon at Qi Hai. In his eyes, Lu Yun had been talking to himself all along. The almost fully decayed two-headed zombie stood before the sect head, glaring at him with blackish-red eyes.

Oddly enough, they seemed to be at a standstill.

“The formation of heaven and earth around you has cut off its will. It dares not approach you,” smiled Qi Hai. “That’s why you see me instead.”

“You’re not the zombie?” Lu Yun raised an eyebrow.

“Of course not.” Qi Hai shook his head. “It ate me, but couldn’t fully digest me. So I live within it… I am attached to it.”

In the ancient world, no one had known the cause of Qi Hai’s death. All relevant records indicated that he had existed; and then one day, like a joke, everyone knew he was dead.

As for why and how? Those had remained eternal mysteries.

Well, now the man himself had spoken: he’d been devoured by the two-headed zombie from the dragon and phoenix nests.

So when had the layout come about, then?

Lu Yun didn’t entirely believe everything Qi Hai was saying. After all, Beigong Xuan had been his pet.

“I intend to slay this zombie,” he declared after another prolonged pause.

“You can’t. Your formation will preserve your life, but no more than that,” sighed Qi Hai. “I came here all those years ago to do the same, but I ended up being eaten.”

“You had a formation of heaven and earth too?” Lu Yun shot back.

“No,” Qi Hai shook his head, “but my cultivation was at peak principal realm. The powers of the world were no more than toys for me.”

Lu Yun colored slightly. He suddenly recalled that many ancients had been born with immortal constitutions. They hadn’t needed to walk the path of cultivation in order to reach the level that void-realm immortals could now attain.

“If the strength of heaven and earth could kill this monster, I wouldn’t have died.” Derision flickered across Qi Hai’s face, as if to mock Lu Yun’s overestimation of himself.

“The strength of heaven and earth?” Lu Yun sighed. “Haven’t you noticed? We’ve been talking quite a while, but the two-headed zombie has done absolutely nothing—either to me or to Situ Zong.”

Qi Hai blinked.