Chapter 555: Omen (1/2)

“Is that really you, Uncle Feng?” Dumbstruck, Yuchi Tianhuang stared at the man with widened eyes.

Lu Yun looked between them, confounded.

“You’ve finally come, Tianhuang.” Fengbo’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “I’ve been waiting for you for the past hundred and fifty thousand years.”

With a wave of his hand, an elegant and exquisite palace replaced the surrounding darkness.

“Uncle Feng’s Wind God Palace...” murmured Yuchi Tianhuang.

“Please, take a seat.” Fengbo waved two chairs into existence and made a gesture of invitation.

“What’s going on? What happened?” Yuchi Tianhuang looked at Fengbo, dazed. “Are you not dead, Uncle Feng?”

“No, I am indeed dead.” Fengbo shook his head. “Leigong, Yushi, Fengbo… Both of my peers have turned into corpse divines and await resurrection. I alone am truly dead.”

Fengbo was a corpse divine as well, but Lu Yun could see a difference between him and the others. Those were possessed by lingering obsessions and retained only a shred of their sanity.

The Earl of Wind, on the other hand, couldn’t come back to life or find a scapegoat. His soul had scattered, leaving behind only part of his spirit. It preserved his entire consciousness and enabled him to ‘live’ in the body of a corpse divine, but forever barred him from entering the cycle of reincarnation.

When he said Leigong, he meant Kui. Leigong, God of Thunder, was Kui’s title.

“How can this be? Why have things turned out like this?” Yuchi Tianhuang clutched his head with distress. He’d once travelled back a hundred and fifty thousand years to the Primordial Era and met many people, Fengbo being one of them.

At the time, he hadn’t realized that he’d travelled back in time. He’d thought he’d merely stumbled upon an ancient secret realm that was isolated from the outside world.

“Ai…” Fengbo sighed, casting his eyes toward Lu Yun. “I have always been here, and I knew of your existence as soon as you set foot into the tomb. You are the king of the netherworld who walks the world of immortals.”

Lu Yun nodded. Ghosts were yin spirits of the dead. They could naturally sense Lu Yun, and the terrifying presence radiating from him. Weak ghosts wouldn’t dare approach him, while powerful ghosts wouldn’t find him worthy of any attention, given the pitiful amount of strength he wielded at the moment.

Fengbo was the single most powerful ghost Lu Yun had encountered since arriving in the world of immortals. His mind and thoughts were as clear as those of a living being. It would be more apt to call him a ghost king—a ghostly counterpart of zombie kings.

Moreover, Fengbo’s yin spirit was trapped in the body of a corpse divine. Being both at the same time granted him greater strength than regular corpse divines and ghost kings. He could sense an energy on Lu Yun that was both oppressive and fatally alluring to ghosts.

Incidentally, his knowledge and experience allowed him to easily determine what Lu Yun was. Fengbo was too powerful, and Lu Yun too weak to tap into much of the power of the Tome of Life and Death. It would be impossible for the youth to defeat a ghost king like him.

Fortunately, Fengbo didn’t seem hostile.

……

Fengbo fell silent when Lu Yun confirmed his speculations, his face inscrutable.

“What’s going on here, Uncle Feng?” Yuchi Tianhuang shifted impatiently. He knew Lu Yun wanted to ask the same question, but didn’t know how, so he had to be the one to ask it.

“It was because of you,” Fengbo sighed. “We thought we’d be able to at least preserve the status quo even if we lost the war, but then you came to us from a hundred and fifty thousand years in the future and took from us all hope. Thus, the tomb was built.”