Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 842

Chapter 842: Tai Hua Lei’s Destiny [Stormy Day]
[Demon Realm, Abyssal Throne Ruin]

Meanwhile, not far from there, a particular Demon Emperor sneezed and rubbed his chin in confusion. “Who dares to curse this Honorable?”

The only person who came to mind was that woman, but no one else crossed his thoughts. Why did she curse him? His winter-grey eyes flickered with annoyance.

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Deep within the heart of the ancient ruins, where crumbling edifices jostled for space, lay a hidden passage that led to a network of subterranean chambers.

Within these countless chambers, innumerable traps lay in wait, guarded by a host of fiendish creatures, each more formidable than those encountered by Shenlian Yingyue.

Even the Mystic Immortals would not dare to venture here.

In one of these myriad chambers, a tall figure emerged, towering nearly two meters in height.

After two millennia of absorbing the legacy of the former Demon Emperor, he finally emerged from the hidden passage, exuding a potent demonic aura.

Though only two years had elapsed in the outside world, within that chamber, he had traversed another vast universe, one filled with stars and galaxies. The passage of time he experienced was measured in two thousand years.

Upon entering, his body had floated weightlessly, yet his soul had been drawn into a different dimensional realm—a realm that brimmed with the horrors of endless torment.

He recalled dying over five hundred times during that two-thousand-year ordeal. Each demise was followed by a resurrection. He could not allow himself to yield; he must rise and face one trial after another.

His identity had nearly faded into obscurity, yet the moment his breath faltered, memories of her surged back to him.

Today, he had finally escaped. The warmth that once characterized his visage now lay replaced by an icy sharpness, as if he had shed all traces of his former self.

His aura radiated nobility, no longer resembling the young man who had once been cast out.

If the Tai family from the Inner Domain were to witness his current form, would they regret their decision to ostracize him? Would they lament their treatment of him as a mere good-for-nothing?

Upon his emergence, three figures crossed his path.

“Congratulations on successfully inheriting my legacy,” floated Shen Anshuang, her true form resplendent in the air. Her long, winter-grey hair danced with an ethereal grace.

Her visage was otherworldly, a dark red magical aura swirling behind her, intricately carved patterns signifying the supreme might of the demon. The sky around her morphed into deep hues of red and purple.

“I, Tai Hua Lei, express my gratitude for the grace of the lord,” he declared with a solemn bow, recognizing the essence mirroring that of the inheritance realm he had just left. His tone remained coolly respectful.

“Well done, Tai Hua Lei. In just two thousand years, you have defied fate itself. I hope this inheritance will elevate you to unimaginable heights. Consider it a gift from me for the trials you endured alongside my son,” Shen Anshuang spoke enigmatically before vanishing from sight.

Heaven is boundless, the universe is infinite, possibilities are abundant, and the unpredictable looms large. Each individual’s destiny and opportunities may lead them down unique paths, distinct from those of others.

Though Tai Hua Lei had seized the inheritance through skill, effort, and a stroke of luck, without her explicit consent, that power would have remained forever out of reach.

His expression remained inscrutable as he turned to Shen Xian, suppressing the weight of his newfound demonic energy, which caused the denizens of the Abyssal Throne Ruin to tremble in fear.

“You need not dwell on my mother’s words,” Shen Xian lounged lazily upon a soft bed suspended in the air.

Beside him stood Yao, his gaze fixed upon Tai Hua Lei’s transformation, filled with questions that lingered unasked.

“What transpired between us in the past will eventually come to light; I’ll uncover the truth on my own,” Tai Hua Lei said to Shen Xian, his voice heavy with gravity.

Shen Xian’s gaze sparkled with astonishment and delight. Had his A’Lei finally chosen to uncover the secrets of the past? Before long, a shadow crossed his gaze. “You don’t need to understand just yet. The moment isn’t right.”

Tai Hua Lei held Shen Xian’s gaze, a quiet intensity lingering between them.

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Not far from this location, Shenlian Yingyue turned her gaze towards a particular direction. Was it merely her imagination? She detected two overwhelming presences, both familiar and strange. However, the sensations vanished after just a few fleeting moments.

What she didn’t know was, one presence was linked to Tai Hua Lei, while the other belonged to Shen Anshuang. Whenever Shen Anshuang revealed her true form, even a single breath from her could suffocate the air throughout the Demon Realm.

The ancient beings within the Abyssal Throne Ruins appeared on the brink of awakening due to her breath, but soon retreated back into a deep slumber, as if everything had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.

Fortunately, this area was shielded by unseen forces. The energies of Tai Hua Lei and Shen Anshuang remained contained, preventing any alarm among the demons within the Demon Realm.

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“What is it?” Di Xiuyu inquired, her eyes darting around as she deftly avoided the lethal traps hidden within the mountain’s treacherous terrain, her instincts on high alert.

“Nothing,” the Demon King replied, though a flicker of unease rippled through him. Had he really felt it? The faint breath of the first Demon Emperor just moments ago?

That couldn’t be right. She had vanished from this realm long ago after her last clash with the Immortals of the eight realms. Since then, her location had remained a mystery, slipping through the folds of time.

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Shenlian Yingyue tilted her head, suspended in the turbulent sky. The beautiful, flowing sleeves and skirt of her Hanfu danced wildly in the fierce wind that roared around her.

“Guys, where exactly are we?” she shouted, her voice strained against the howling gusts. Her hair was tousled, resembling a bird’s nest after a storm.

“We have no idea, Master!” her companions shouted back, squinting to peer through the chaos.

Shenlian Yingyue: “…..”

It appeared they had lost their way once again. She and her companions, along with her master, had merely been trying to navigate the Abyssal Throne Ruins.

But how did they end up here, in a place where the wind whipped with such ferocity that it felt like being trapped inside a tornado? All around them were towering stones, bizarre trees, peculiar bridges, ancient ruins, and tranquil lakes.

Had it not been for their considerable cultivation levels, they would have been swept away, perhaps fatally, by the relentless wind long ago.

Oddly enough, the water in the lakes remained remarkably still despite the gale’s intensity, indicating an unusual heaviness to the water.

“Rumble, rumble!!”

Startled, she glanced up at the sky, her lips parting in surprise. Her eyelids fluttered—was a storm approaching?

Just then, a flurry of leaves was swept into her mouth, filling it with a mix of greenery and petals.

“Cough, everyone, gather around me!” she called, and without hesitation, they retreated to the Ethereal Small World.

Before entering, she caught sight of their amused expressions as they watched her inadvertently munch on leaves and blossoms.

Now, only she, Shenlian Yinzhu, Zhiyi, Jun Mu Yang, Bing Xue, and Xiong Zi Ying remained outdoors.

“Master, don’t wander too far from me.” Bing Xue alternated between calling her by her name and referring to her as “Master.” He grasped her wrist tightly, enveloping her in his spiritual energy, worried that she might vanish from his side.

“Stay alert, I sense a storm brewing,” she warned, raising her voice to rise above the claps of thunder.

Without hesitation, the others joined her, focusing their spiritual power alongside hers to form a sturdy barrier around them as they pressed onward, determined to escape this tempestuous domain.

Zhiyi stepped closer, brushing dirt from her face with gentle hands and deftly tying up Shenlian Yingyue’s messy locks with a ribbon.