Chapter 1049: Original Sin (2/2)

Desolation filled the amber eyes of the vengeful spirit inhabiting Ying Luo.

“Now get out of her body.” Lu Yun cut short their emotional talk and spoke in removed tones once more. He stretched out a hand and gently opened a door. “Enter this door for a chance to live.”

Everything was dead here, completely and thoroughly dead. Even the last vestiges of their souls and spirits had scattered. What stood in front of him was a collection of malice and resentment that was unable to fade away. They’d accumulated into a mammoth vengeful spirit; their blood still flowed and their warmth yet to cool completely.

The amber film over Ying Luo’s eyes melted away as the titanic vengeful spirit departed from her body. It filtered into the door over Lu Yun’s palm—the Gates of the Abyss.

Huge swathes of Hell Flowers bloomed gracefully over the plains of hell. The enormous spirit scattered over the new blossoms and transformed into individual seeds that sank into the flowers.

“Why does he go to all this trouble?” Ashu sighed softly, sitting next to Zhi Guangji, Chi Biaonu, and Bai Zhaoju on the banks of the sea of Hell Flowers.

“It’s the reason why the three of us are alive again.” Bai Zhaoju stretched lazily against the stamen of his flower.

The soul force that Lu Yun brought back from the great wilderness had all awakened in their Hell Flowers, but there was a long journey ahead of them if they wished to become fully living beings again.

In the meantime, Ashu visited hell to take care of his old friends.

“You guys need to stop lazing around and focus on your cultivation. Your true spirits have awakened, which makes this the perfect time to establish your foundations,” Ashu rose with a solemn expression. “Your previous limit was chaos realm, but now that you’ve been reborn and your true spirits tempered by the power of reincarnation, it won’t be a difficult task for you to become creators this time around.”

“Alright alright, man, you say this eight hundred times a day. My ears are growing calluses!” Bai Zhaoju stuck his finger in his ear. “I’m the White Emperor, of course I’m becoming a creator in the future!”

Chi Biaonu and Zhi Guangji smiled wryly at each other.

……

Ying Luo sagged weakly into Lu Yun’s arms, unconscious after the vengeful spirit took possession of her body. Her features underwent a fundamental change after she was insensate to the world.

She’d been a delicate and pretty girl before. Quite pretty, but not to extraordinary levels.

But now…

Lu Yun couldn’t find any other words to describe her. It was no exaggeration to hail her as the greatest beauty of the six sacred palaces. If she didn’t conceal her face, he was absolutely certain that she wouldn’t make it to the tomb after leaving Creation Palace.

But the treasure used to conceal her face was quite interesting; it was ineffective when she was unconscious.

“She’s on the same level as the little fox, but less pretty than Little Yu,” mumbled Lu Yun as he gazed upon her face. “Mmhmm, that’s right. Little Yu is the prettiest.”

He shifted her over to a nearby wall.

The boundless expanse of corpses had disappeared upon the vengeful spirit’s departure. All of that had been an illusion. The only real aspect of their surroundings was the flowing river of blood and the faint warmth that suffused it.