Chapter 374: Enneaqilin Coffinbiers (1/2)

Hell.

“Hm? How long have I been asleep for?” murmured a little girl in a lilting voice, shaking the grogginess out of her mind. An ear-piercing shriek rang out when realization of the situation hit her.

“Where are my clothes?! Where are they??” Wailing to high heavens, she knelt down and curled up on herself.

Lu Yun smacked his forehead. Has she always been a dork, or does she just have a long reaction time?

It took quite some time for the girl to recover from her shock. Remaining hunched on the ground, she hugged her knees tightly to her chest and snuck nervous looks at Lu Yun.

“I remember killing the blood qilin and falling asleep from exhaustion. How did I end up dead?” Her lip quavered, on the verge of tears again.

With a wave of his hand, Lu Yun restored the robe that’d been consumed by hellfire and flung it back over Xingzi.

She was fourteen, the same age she’d been when slaying the blood qilin at the cost of her own life. After an epic battle that raged for seven days and nights, she’d finally killed the qilin, then died as well from exhaustion.

Unlike other races, the shamanic race consisted of regular citizens and three royal tribes: the Sun Shaman Tribe, Moon Shaman Tribe, and Star Shaman Tribe.

As a princess of the Star Shaman Tribe, Xing Zi had been the youngest daughter of the tribe’s king and the greatest genius the shamanic race had ever seen. Born with an innate shaman constitution, her cultivation and strength at the tender age of fourteen had nigh reached the level of the kings of the three royal tribes.

Shamanic dao had been very prosperous in her time, reigning superior over immortal dao. However, immortal dao retained its position as the rightful dao of the world at the end of the day. Unlike the ancient divines, the shamans didn’t manage to destroy immortal dao and raise their own as the legitimate path for all living beings.

The shamanic race then had cultivated the shaman immortal dao, a combination of both the immortal and shaman daos.

How long ago her time had been, Lu Yun really couldn’t tell. Xingzi’s memories were all jumbled up, to the point she hadn’t even known she was dead when she’d come back to life. Instead, she believed she’d simply fallen asleep from overtaxing herself.

“The eighth Envoy of Samsara greets the master.” Xingzi asked carefully. “How long has it been, master?”

“Tens of millions of years? Hundreds of millions? I’m not really sure myself.” Lu Yun mused over the clues he’d noted in Xingzi’s memory and referenced them against his own knowledge for an educated guess.

In her time, hell and the void realm were already unknown to the world. The only cultivation path that still incorporated the void realm was the one in the world of immortals. More importantly, the Firmament Prison had only just been established, and the scheme to bury the Dao Flower had been at its inception.

Xingzi sprawled on the ground, her empty gaze taking in what was before her.

“Master....” She stared at Lu Yun with puppy dog eyes.

Lu Yun turned to her. “Yes?”

“I miss my mommy.”

……

Lu Yun left Xingzi in hell rather than bring her out with him. Though she rivaled a peerless immortal after her resurrection, there were too many things he didn’t know about the shamans.

Plus, even though Xingzi’s techniques, and frankly terrifying talent, outmatched peak peerless immortals, she’d been too young when she died. Being a prodigious genius with many skills under her belt and possessing great strength didn’t make up for her lack of experience. She’d heard about some of her race’s secrets, such as the corpse coffins, but she didn’t know what they were used for.

Still, one thing was for certain: the heritage of the shamanic race remained unbroken in the present day. Xingzi had come back to life as a shaman immortal. Her cultivation method, combat arts, and techniques were completely different from those of the current immortals.

Moreover, Lu Yun found something in her memories that made him caper for joy. The poison curse!

The curse on Qing Han came from the shamanic race!

This discovery shone a ray of hope into his fog of despair. At the very least, he knew who’d planted the curse in Qing Han.