Read Novel Full Chapter 798 - 561: Drought Fiend_2
Chapter 798: Chapter 561: Drought Fiend_2
Choosing a disciple isn’t like picking a maid.
It’s not about who catches your eye, but who can pass on your path, someone who shares your pursuits and might someday repay the favor.
In this regard, both Shi Hao and Wang Lin have done well.
There’s nothing more to say.
Of course.
That being said, it doesn’t stop Chen Zhixing from considering a fair-skinned, beautiful, and lively female disciple to pass the time.
"Hmm, this time I’ll bring one back from the Snow Race."
With this thought, Chen Zhixing took another step forward, and his surroundings transformed into a world of ice and snow.
The snow was thick and white.
Light snow fell from the sky, and it seemed the Snowfield Plateau hadn’t changed in any way over the tens of thousands of years.
By comparison, it had only been a few years since Chen Zhixing’s last visit, so naturally, the Snowfield Plateau hadn’t undergone significant changes.
In the small town forged of ice and snow.
Some Snow Race people, who appeared young and beautiful but were actually mostly older than Chen Zhixing, greeted him with respect when they saw him.
The Snow Race isn’t cut off from the world!
Though ordinary Snow Race members rarely venture out, the Snow Race always finds ways to know about significant events outside.
This includes the fact that Chen Zhixing, who’s considered half-Snow Race, has now become a Star Venerable, and not long ago even fought alongside the Daluo Taoist Lord against the Outer Heaven and a group of Longevity Realm cultivators, including the Celestial Saints.
The Snow Race is naturally very proud of this.
Why?
Because Chen Zhixing is considered half a Snow Demon King!
Once the current Snow Demon King steps down, Chen Zhixing will become their king!
Of course, that won’t happen for another thousand years, but no matter how you put it, Chen Zhixing is still considered half one of their own, right?
The Snow Demon Race naturally has a reason to be proud.
Chen Zhixing didn’t pay much attention to these ordinary Snow Demon Race members. Upon reaching the Snow Demon Race, he only met with his grandmother, mentioned his intention of taking on a beautiful and lively disciple from the Snow Demon Race, and headed straight for the core of the plateau.
The Secret Realm previously used to store the black coffin!
Although the most important black coffin had already been taken by Chen Zhixing and stored in a small green bottle, he felt there might still be things he hadn’t discovered here before.
Among these things.
Is the mystery of why the contents of that black coffin disappeared.
Leaving him with only an empty coffin.
There was no corpse in the coffin, so where did it go?
It couldn’t have been like the other immortal coffin on Wuyou Immortal Island, right, which was taken out and discarded by the cultivators from the Celestial Profound Realm?!
Yes, Chen Zhixing came this time to prepare in advance for his upcoming journey to the Wuyou Immortal Tao.
Although, in general terms, the Snowfield Plateau is different from Wuyou Immortal Island—one is a small world nearly absorbed by the Celestial Profound Realm, while the other is a newly contacted Immortal Island from 2,000 years before, still lingering at the edge of the mouth.
But overall, they’re practically the same.
Both are burial grounds for once-powerful beings, both have a coffin at the center, and both have had their contents released after opening the coffin!
"Who knows, maybe something interesting will happen this time?"
Chen Zhixing thought as he stepped in.
Yet, unbeknownst to him,
as he stepped into this Secret Realm, 12,000 miles deep beneath the Snowfield Plateau, near the True Flow Layer of the underground.
A body, blood-red with flesh surrounded by golden lava, suddenly opened the third eye in its brow, as if awakened, gazing toward the top.
Simultaneously.
The Celestial Saint Palace’s Celestial Saint also slightly frowned at this moment.
"A Drought Fiend? Strange, with the current density of rules in the Celestial Profound Realm, how could there be space for such a powerful Corpse Ghost to survive?"
He shook his head, not really concerning himself with it.
So what if it’s a Drought Fiend.
It’s no big deal.
In a Cultivation World, a Drought Fiend might wreak havoc and become a fearsome existence even immortals dread.
But in the Celestial Profound?
Its limit is the peak, with no possibility of moving further!
The rules of the Celestial Profound don’t allow it.
The Taoist Lords of the Spirit Realm won’t allow it.
He, the Celestial Saint, also won’t allow it.
...
"Strange, there really is nothing left here?"
The core of the Snowfield Plateau, once the resting place of the black coffin.
After searching for nearly an hour at this location, Chen Zhixing still found no trace of the black coffin’s owner.
This left him utterly speechless.
"The reason for this situation can only be two possibilities: either the person who took the presence from the black coffin also meticulously cleaned up the traces after taking it, or the existence from the black coffin came back to life and erased its own remnants. Hmm, it must be man-made, otherwise, it wouldn’t be this clean."
Thinking this, Chen Zhixing felt a bit pained.
No other reason, it’s just unnecessary!
Given the level of that black coffin, even if the entity in it wasn’t an immortal, it should be an existence not far from immortals; otherwise, the origin of this Snowfield Plateau couldn’t be explained.
But why would someone associated with such a level of being, after achieving their goal, need to erase the remaining traces?
Just out of caution?
Or afraid of future enemies coming after them?
Anyway, after searching, the only words that could describe what Chen Zhixing felt were speechlessness.
"Well, that was a wasted trip!"
Saying this, Chen Zhixing had no intention of disrupting this Secret Realm.
Instead, he took out some Spirit Stones to bury here, fueling it with energy.
"Hmm, now is not the time for the Snowfield Plateau to disappear. In about 1,300 years, this plateau will be completely absorbed by the Celestial Profound Realm. This will explain why all the beings influenced by this Snowfield, including the Snow Demon Race, will transform into native life forms of the Celestial Profound Realm. The talent of the Snow Demon Race of reviving in snow will also be preserved... Instead of brute force breaking the curse here, it’s better to let it remain temporarily, so that in 1,300 years the Snow Demon Race can naturally integrate into the Celestial Profound Realm."
As a Star Monarch Taoist Lord, Chen Zhixing, in some ways, is also one of the rule makers and maintainers of the Celestial Profound Realm.
Yes, in other words, in the Celestial Profound Realm, Chen Zhixing is similar to Sos, except he is neither an Innate God nor holds as many rules as Sos does, and he’s not as beloved by the world.
But this doesn’t relate to his identity.
Since he’s a rule maker in the Celestial Profound Realm, when he wants to know certain things, he can use his authority as a Star Monarch Taoist Lord to approximately deduce the direction of events.
For example, the day the Snowfield Plateau unseals.
Yet just as Chen Zhixing finished deducing these factors, suddenly, his expression froze slightly, and then a strange smile appeared.
Just now, when he was inferring the Snowfield Plateau, at the conclusion, the rules from the Star Monarch Taoist Lord faintly revealed an image.
It showed that deep below, beyond 10,000 miles beneath here, in the True Flow Layer, a figure suddenly opened a third eye on its brow, looking up as if awakened.
At the same time.
The Celestial Saint, who had already returned to the Celestial Saint Palace, frowned slightly at this moment.
"A Drought Fiend? Strange, with the current density of Celestial Profound Realm’s rules, how could there be room for such a powerful Corpse Ghost to exist?"
Shaking his head, the Celestial Saint did not give it much thought.
A Drought Fiend is just a Drought Fiend.
It’s nothing significant.
In a certain Cultivation World, a Drought Fiend might cause chaos and become a terrifying presence even Immortals would dread.
But in the Celestial Profound?
Its limit is at most the peak, with absolutely no possibility of progressing beyond that!
The rules of the Celestial Profound do not allow it.
The Taoist Lords of the Spirit Realm do not allow it.
He, the Celestial Saint, also does not allow it.
...
"Strange, there really seems to be no remnants here?"
At the core of the Snowfield Plateau, where the black coffin used to rest.
Having set foot on this place, Chen Zhixing searched for nearly an hour but could not find any trace of the black coffin’s owner.
This left him quite speechless.
"The occurrence of such a situation can only be due to two possibilities: either the person who initially took the contents from the black coffin also cleaned up the traces after taking them, or the being inside the black coffin revived and cleaned up its own traces. Yeah, it must be man-made, otherwise, it wouldn’t be this neat."
Thinking this, Chen Zhixing felt a bit exasperated.
Nothing more, it’s really unnecessary!
Given the level of that black coffin, even if the being inside wasn’t an immortal, it should have been an existence not much lesser than an immortal; otherwise, it wouldn’t explain the formation of this Snowfield Plateau.
But those who could be involved with such a powerful entity, why would they clean up the remnants after achieving their goal?
Just out of sheer caution and prudence?
Anyway, after reflecting, Chen Zhixing exclaimed.
"Damn! What a waste of a trip!"
He said, and decided against destroying the Secret Realm.
Instead, he buried some Spirit Stones here to recharge it.
"Yes, it’s not time for the Snowfield Plateau to disappear yet. Maybe another thousand years should pass, allowing the Snow Demon Race to naturally integrate into the Celestial Profound Realm."
"It makes more sense than forcefully breaking the plateau’s curse with my strength."
With that thought, he set off again, heading straight for the True Flow Layer where the Drought Fiend was.
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