In this quiet place,
The old butler and the soul guards knelt on the ground, not daring to move, while countless souls wandered around.
Ambrose Lu stepped forward, extended his right hand, and helped Mason Hun up with a gentle smile.
“Not better than before, but you, it seems, haven’t slacked off in these million years. You’ve made some progress. Not bad.”
Old Turtle, hearing this, raised his eyebrows and looked at Mason Hun in surprise. He hadn’t noticed any improvement in Mason Hun’s strength.
Mason Hun stood up straight, his tall and strong frame towering over Ambrose Lu, whose height only reached Mason Hun’s shoulder.
As for the hunchbacked Old Turtle, he barely reached Mason Hun’s waist.
“The Immortal Emperor of Longevity has sharp eyes, seeing through Mason Hun at a glance.”
Mason Hun turned his head awkwardly, not wanting to look down on Ambrose Lu out of respect.
At this moment, Old Turtle impatiently mocked, “Mason Hun, how could you be so blind? Are you really going to let the master stand and chat with you? The mighty Emperor of the Soul Realm, this is laughable!”
“My fault.” Mason Hun quickly looked at Ambrose Lu and slightly bowed, “Immortal Emperor of Longevity, please follow me.”
Then he glanced at Old Turtle, “As for you, old turtle, do as you please.”
“Hey, you!”
Old Turtle was instantly furious, glaring at Mason Hun’s back, but eventually spat and let it go.
The Four Directions Immortal Realm’s Immortal Emperors might be easy to deal with,
But Mason Hun, as the Emperor of the Soul Realm, was quite special and difficult for him to handle…
Damn it.
…
By the Lake of Rebirth, countless souls still wandered, heading towards the black vortex at the front, just as they had six hundred years ago. In the mortal world, people died every moment, and wandering souls here were endless.
In the Lake of Rebirth, a ghostly pavilion floated, with four lanterns hanging from its corners, emitting an eerie green light.
Inside the pavilion, three figures sat in a triangular formation.
Mason Hun stood up, picked up a wine jug, and personally poured a cup of wine for Ambrose Lu.
Just as he was about to sit back down, Old Turtle suddenly coughed and pushed his cup forward, the meaning clear.
Bang.
Seeing this, Mason Hun rolled his eyes and threw the wine jug in front of Old Turtle disdainfully, “Pour it yourself!”
“Hey, you!” Old Turtle was annoyed.
“Hmm?” At this moment, Ambrose Lu glanced at him.
Old Turtle immediately forced a smile, then glared at Mason Hun hatefully, and reluctantly picked up the wine jug to pour his own drink.
Mason Hun raised his cup to Ambrose Lu, took a drink, and hesitantly asked,
“Immortal Emperor of Longevity, in these million years…”
“I’ve been buried in a graveyard in the lower realm.”
Before Mason Hun could finish, Ambrose Lu said with a smile.
“What? Buried in a grave?”
Even Mason Hun was stunned, thinking he had misheard.
Ambrose Lu: “Yes, no need to be surprised.”
Mason Hun was slightly embarrassed. How could this not be shocking…
Then he admired in his heart, as expected of the Immortal Emperor of Longevity, his state of mind was so stable.
But…
“Immortal Emperor of Longevity, who had the ability to bury you for a million years?”
Mason Hun couldn’t help but ask.
He suddenly thought of the Divine Path of the Four Directions Immortal Realm, his eyes flashing, and asked again, “Could it be the Ancestral Divine Realm?”
Hearing this, Old Turtle also perked up, listening intently.
This matter had always puzzled him.
He had suspected that it might be the work of the Ancestral Divine Realm. After all, combined with the blocked Divine Path, it was hard not to connect it to Ambrose Lu’s burial.
Ambrose Lu looked at the still waters of the Lake of Rebirth and said calmly,
“It wasn’t the Ancestral Divine Realm. In the myriad worlds, there are quite a few who want to suppress me, Ambrose Lu.”
Not the Ancestral Divine Realm?
Old Turtle and Mason Hun exchanged a shocked glance.
Especially Old Turtle, who was very confused. Over the many years, he had spent most of his time with Ambrose Lu, so how had he never heard of this… could it be!
Just as Old Turtle was about to ask, Ambrose Lu looked at him and smiled, “Yes, these things happened long before we met.”
After speaking, Ambrose Lu’s eyes became slightly unfocused.
In the myriad worlds, there is no true immortality.
But he, Ambrose Lu, possessed the unique Eternal Longevity Body.
Time had passed so long that Ambrose Lu had forgotten how he came into this world, only knowing that the Eternal Longevity Body was innate. He was the Eternal Longevity Body, and the Eternal Longevity Body was him.
Innate, too, were the Eyes of the Dao in his eyes, and the cultivation that advanced daily without the need for meditation.
The million years of slumber in the grave was the period when his cultivation advanced the most.
Over countless years, many coveted and feared him.
They hated and envied him, yet longed to be him.
They wanted his Eternal Longevity Body, they wanted to refine him.
But no one could succeed.
They knew that if this continued, he would only grow stronger, so they joined forces to suppress him when he was not yet the strongest, burying him in a remote small world, in an incredibly hard Immortal Tomb.
If they couldn’t obtain it, they would destroy it.
If they couldn’t kill him, they would suppress him!
But things didn’t go as they wished… After a million years in the tomb, he grew stronger, easily breaking out and returning to the world.
During the suppression, fearing accidents and Ambrose Lu’s revenge, they used supreme techniques to erase his memory of this matter. However, Ambrose Lu, being who he was, naturally had his memories slowly return over time.
Ambrose Lu’s face was cold as he took a sip of wine.
“Master… that person was so strong?”
Old Turtle asked gravely.
Mason Hun was also full of worry. Goodness, someone could suppress Ambrose Lu, how strong must that person be?!
Ambrose Lu shook his head and smiled, “It wasn’t one person who buried me in the tomb, but a group.”
Old Turtle and Mason Hun breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, finding it more reasonable.
“Master, then you…” Old Turtle hesitated to speak.
Ambrose Lu knew what Old Turtle wanted to ask, so he said, “There are still some memories I haven’t recalled. My visit to the Soul Realm is related to this.”
At the end, Ambrose Lu suddenly looked at Mason Hun.
Mason Hun, who was listening intently, was startled and quickly cupped his hands, “Immortal Emperor of Longevity, please speak. Whatever you need Mason Hun to do, I will not hesitate.”
“In the coming period, I will leave the Four Directions Immortal Realm, but I should return soon. If the Nether Demonic Clan attacks while I’m away, I hope you can help.”
Ambrose Lu looked steadily at Mason Hun.
Nether Demonic Clan?
Seeing Mason Hun’s confusion, Old Turtle transmitted some information into Mason Hun’s mind.
Soon, Mason Hun understood. He frowned. As the Emperor of the Soul Realm, it was against the rules to interfere in external matters. If he did…
But this was a request from Ambrose Lu…
He quickly assured,
“Immortal Emperor of Longevity, rest assured. If the Nether Demonic Clan really attacks, Mason Hun will help.”
Ambrose Lu stood up with a smile, patted Mason Hun’s shoulder, and his tall figure suddenly dissipated!
Only his voice echoed in the ghostly pavilion,
“Don’t worry, I won’t make it too difficult for you. If the Nether Demonic Clan really attacks, just hold them off with Old Turtle until I return.”
“Hold on until I return.”
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