My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 936 - 545: (Triple Update Combined) (Part 2)

"I don't understand." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Illiterate," the Old Saintess scolded, but still added, "Wasn't there an original instigator? How could he create human-shaped figures for burial?"

Chen Yi nodded slightly, crouching and continuing to listen.

The night wind swept past the eaves, lifting a few dead leaves that swirled down onto the shoes of the Violet Compassion Sage.

"Demon Refining Abyss…" Huang Duren chewed on these words, a gritty laugh scraping from his throat, "Big brother means we can make up for the meat we missed twenty years ago on this road trip?"

The Violet Compassion Sage suddenly stopped walking.

Chen Yi saw him lift his right hand, which hovered in the air for a long while before flicking at non-existent dust on his lapel: "Talk too much."

The two continued forward, Huang Duren falling half a step behind, and before long, their figures had rounded the corner and disappeared. Chen Yi held his breath, about to follow.

Suddenly, an urgent whisper came from the Old Saintess within the tripod: "Don't move!"

Chen Yi paused where he stood.

Three breaths later, the silhouette of the Violet Compassion Sage reappeared at the alley's entrance, his gaze swept over the empty eaves like a hawk.

"Paranoid," Huang Duren's complaining voice drifted with the wind.

"Better to be cautious, or it'd be bad if a follower mistakenly barges in."

Once the people walked further away, Chen Yi again looked toward that airless spot, a thick mist hung over it, he quickly breached it, landing on the ground.

He raised his hand to sweep away the mist, looking up, and saw a temple built leaning against the mountain, standing tall within the mountain body.

Its foundation was deeply embedded in the mountain, with rubble scattered at the eaves' edges, as if it hadn't been laid but had grown inch by inch from within the mountain.

The door was half closed, as Chen Yi approached a few steps, he glimpsed the divine pedestal standing deep inside.

After a quick calculation with his fingers, Chen Yi cautiously approached again, reaching the edge of the door, just lifting his eyes inside for a look, he jolted suddenly in fright.

Inside stood people, skeletal like wood.

Just like that, yet unable to arouse a visceral fear.

They were all headless.

Twelve headless corpses sat in a circle, iron chains extended from neck stumps, with the other end sinking into cracks in the ground, each corpse holding half a candle, spilling wax dripped with sizzling sounds.

Only flesh and bones, hands clasped, posture like praying.

Where did the heads go?

Chen Yi's gaze moved slightly, then saw heads stacked on the divine pedestal, like offerings waiting to be enjoyed.

"There's a tripod here..." the Old Saintess felt a resonance again.

Chen Yi found where the tripod was, behind the pedestal, twelve No-Life Tripods stood like ancestral tablets, if there was an existence in each tripod...

Unimaginable.

Deep within the temple, a faint noise arose, Chen Yi's Heavenly Eye glanced, saw something, and directly turned away from the hall.

Did not pause for even a moment.

Before long, the withered form of the White Lotus Saint Mother emerged from the shadows, slowly walking to kneel before the twelve No-Life Tripods, her half-dead face showing intense reverence,

"Mother of Non-Birth, Vacuum Home."

...

As Chen Yi returned to the secluded courtyard, he couldn't help but ponder the situation of the White Lotus Sect.

Just like the Old Saintess said, the No-Life Tripod is the gateway to the World of Ignorance, the so-called Ancient Feather Abyss, where Gun died and transformed into Huang Neng, and Zhu Xiu resurrected from death, if true, within Feather Abyss, there might be countless ancient divine beings.

The White Lotus Sect worships the twelve No-Life Tripods, if deep within each tripod there stood an evil divine being, Chen Yi thought about it, and a chill ran down his neck.

He felt relieved for deciding to come to the White Lotus Sect, even if not fully understanding them, it was better than being entirely in the dark.

The Tai Sha Sword has the power to devour divinity, if used appropriately, the risk can be strangled in the cradle, Chen Yi tapped the Sword Box lightly, the Flying Sword inside chirped and bumped against the box in response.

Chen Yi bypassed several patrolling White Lotus Sect members, returned to the secluded courtyard, pushed open the door, and saw the head girl sitting up in confusion.

Before having a chance to look at Chen Yi, a pale face drifted before her.

"Ghost!"

The head girl screamed, then fainted again.

Donggong Ruoshu turned his head and said, "You're back."

"How many times has she woken up?"

"Counting just now, three times." Donggong Ruoshu counted on his fingers, "One time she even pitifully asked me, 'What's this game?' I said 'What kind of game is this?' and she fainted again, shivering with convulsions."

Chen Yi listened and paused, unable to say whether Donggong girl's straightforwardness proved effective in such situations, he glanced at Yin Tingxue, about to share a knowing smile, only to see her still sulky.

Chen Yi chuckled to himself, helplessly saying:

"You two, one without brains, the other unhappy."

Faced with the criticism, Donggong Ruoshu protested, "I'm happy."

"...I wasn't saying you're unhappy."

"Oh, then I misunderstood you, sorry."

After apologizing, Donggong girl leaned to the head girl's side, ready for her to wake again at any moment.

As it had been a while without food, Chen Yi took a deep breath; it was Donggong girl's fault, hearing something about "shivering convulsions" instantly evoked wild imaginations, he tugged his clothes, whispered: "I'm going to take a shower, Little Fox come help me."

Having said that, Chen Yi glanced at Yin Tingxue.

The girl hesitated, looking aggrievedly with raised eyes, Chen Yi, to avoid feeling guilty, directly didn't make eye contact.

He had just bathed, now entered the bathroom again.

Yin Tingxue didn't want to go, if she went not long it would be like a lamb to the slaughter, rather than that, better to whisper sweet words when they sleep together tonight, take the initiative to kiss him a few times and offer a gentle breeze by the pillow, surely he would go easy on her… Her little feet dangled, heart unsettled.