Chapter 3162 -1614: Please Ascend to the Reincarnation of Life and Death, and Enter the Realm of Ancient and Modern Forget Sorrow_3
How could I, a newbie who even chases after the Di Ying Holy Plant to cut it down, possibly “assist”?
At the sound, Cursed Yin turned its three purple eyes to focus simultaneously.
Its expression was stern, as if to scrutinize whether Kong Yuhen’s words were a mere jest or an attempt to shirk.
It didn’t seem like a jest.
Nor an attempt to shirk.
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“Hee-hee-hee…”
Cursed Yin issued a strange chuckle, the emotions within indecipherable.
Suddenly it rose to its feet, stepping back a few paces, all six arms pointing forward at once. In front of the few people by the tea table, it raised its voice and proclaimed:
“Standing above the river of time, not entering the Great Path of life and death, reincarnation, understanding the past and present, divining fate, living in the Secular World, while the form and intent transcend.”
“Today I encounter injustice, if you have no judgment to offer, then who else in this world can judge?”
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Clang!
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The wine warmer fell from the hands, the lid overturned, hot wine spilling onto the feet, yet Wangze Holy Emperor stared, uncomprehending.
What?
What did he hear?
Standing above the river of time, not entering the Great Path of life and death, reincarnation… What sort of hierarchical evaluation is this?
And it comes from the mouth of Ancestor God Cursed Yin!
Is this a joke?
A new form of backhanded compliment?
Just to have Kong Yuhen aid It?
Wangze Holy Emperor gazed back blankly at Cursed Yin’s three faces, all stern.
This didn’t appear to be a joke at all.
In his mind suddenly emerged Cursed Yin’s behaviors since entering All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion – cordial, earnest in speech.
How is this the way one behaves towards a mere ant? It clearly placed the other in a position… of utmost importance, right?
“Yue drunk within the Forget Sorrow Tower…”
Whether Kong Yuhen was actually drunk, Wangze Holy Emperor did not know; his own mind was dizzy as if he were drunk.
…
Thump!
The little stool flipped from under him.
This time, Huang Quan couldn’t control himself either.
Startled to his feet, then forcibly sitting back down, in his mind echoed the same appraisal from Ancestor God Cursed Yin:
“Standing above the river of time, not entering the Great Path of life and death, reincarnation…”
He turned his gaze woodenly towards Kong Yuhen.
That ordinary square face, unremarkable in brow and eye, ordinary lips and nose, that faint stubble as if grown from too long a stay inside All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, only adding a touch of carelessness…
Overall, it was a face that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd!
How did he deserve such an assessment from the Cursed Yin Evil God?
Puzzled, Huang Quan glanced sideways, catching sight of a small wood carving on a nearby table.
It seemed to be Kong Yuhen’s hobby.
He had carved “friends” who had visited All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion into wood carvings, displayed on the table.
Among them was one that belonged to him.
Huang Quan gazed intently for a while, and came up empty.
He couldn’t make out how the face beneath his own figure’s mask looked on the wood carving, just as he couldn’t see through the true essence of Kong Yuhen at all.
Huang Quan looked up, gazing absently at All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.
He felt even the pavilion was illusory, too unreal, as if even his own presence there was fake, a projection!
Huang Quan was trembling, afraid to speak, only feeling a great anxiety in his heart.
Exactly for this reason, for such strangeness, such unknown, he had remained silent since entering the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.
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“Friend, you flatter me too much.”
In front of the tea table, Kong Yuhen stood up, surprised and honored.
He had always been tracing back to “who am I,” but even the Heavenly Ancestor had only offered an ambiguous answer.
And now Cursed Yin was lifting him up so highly…
Kong Yuhen was self-aware; the other party’s assistance was clearly a bit “unscrupulous.”
He was about to speak.
Cursed Yin made a gesture to stop him.
Cursed Yin wanted to speak.
“Creak~”
From the side, a strange noise.
The wooden door of All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion was pushed open once again.
This time, the four people in front of the tea table all looked over in unison.
Through the halo’s transition, the path leading to nothingness, the first to walk out was a person.
He was stocky, with a staff, his whole body exuding a chilling aura, like a general about to go to battle.
But his eyes were tranquil.
His gaze swept over the furnishings inside the loft, and then he deeply inhaled the scent of the wine and tea here, his expression becoming more nostalgic and wistful:
“Ah, the long-missed anxiety surges to my heart, I can’t help but want to compose a poem…”
Buzz!
The halo turned.
The general who was about to start composing a poem fitting for the moment had yet to begin.
Behind him, a head poked out tentatively, making sure there was no danger, before the rest of the body was pulled out from behind the wooden door.
He was not anxious, and after looking around, he gave a soft laugh:
“Yo, quite a crowd here…”
“Perfect, to catch them all in one fell swoop!”