610: Chapter 629 A Tea Shed 610: Chapter 629 A Tea Shed At the same time!
Lava rampaged, seas of fire churned, and Flame Mountain, majestically reaching into the clouds, stood between Heaven and Earth.
Atop that fire-colored summit, a vast temple spanned.
A roar that shattered mountains and rivers echoed angrily through the trembling landscape, as a towering, earth-shaking voice called out.
Who has slain my son?”
Hooves trod the void, a bull’s body eclipsing the Heavenly Vault.
A towering figure bellowed atop Flame Mountain, his head adorned with bull horns, a ring through his nose, and two thick strands of fire breath continually erupting from his nostrils, stirring tens of thousands of miles of flames into a frenzy with the terrifying power of Daluo Immortal Light.
The Bull Demon King, known as the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven, was an extremely famous Great Demon King.
His cultivation had reached the fifth realm of Daluo, a supremely renowned entity even among the ranks of Demon Kings.
The Bull Demon King howled at the Heavenly Vault, clutching a cracked Jade Token in his hand.
This Jade Token was clearly Red Boy’s Life Plate.
When the Life Plate shattered, the Bull Demon King knew that Red Boy had fallen victim to a ruthless attack and had perished, disappearing between Heaven and Earth.
“Heaven and Earth are Limitless, boundless for thousands of miles.”
The Bull Demon King roared to the skies as Daluo Immortal Light rippled out.
The Life Plate in his hand transformed into a beam of green light, firing directly towards the direction of Little Swallow Mountain, prompting him to revert to his original bull form and pursue the guiding light, disappearing into Flame Mountain.
That very day, Little Swallow Mountain trembled violently.
When the Bull Demon King, having transformed back into his human form, appeared in the valley, he stared in a daze at the bloodstains on the ground, taking half a day to regain his senses.
The Bull Demon King murmured with a tremor, his eyes gradually turning blood red.
His fists, as large as hills, clenched slightly as he crushed the void in his grasp, even the blood trickling from where his nails dug into his palms going unnoticed.
“Such cruel methods, such a venomous heart!”
The Bull Demon King knelt on the ground, tears streaming from his bull eyes.
His grinding teeth and mountainous fists pounded the earth, the surrounding Daluo Immortal Light now utterly chaotic.
“Whoever you are, if I do not kill you, how could I ever face my son?”
The Bull Demon King roared fiercely as the void in all directions shattered, his outburst of Daluo Immortal Light turning the entirety of Little Swallow Mountain to dust and smoke, a testament to the depths of his fury.
“Trace by blood, conjure the visions!”
The Bull Demon King, as a Great Demon King and a Daluo Demon King, naturally had extraordinary Divine Skills.
When he slit open his own chest, a drop of Demon Blood fell from his heart.
As his palms formed mysterious Demon Technique signs, a mirror of green light condensed in the void instantly.
A scene unfolded before him, showing the tragic death of Red Boy.
However, the person who slew Red Boy was shrouded in mist, and no matter how the Bull Demon King urged the spell, he could not discern Ye Xuan’s appearance.
“He must be a Daluo Golden Immortal as well!”
The Bull Demon King growled viciously, blood tears rolling down from his bull eyes as he etched the scene of Red Boy’s tragic death deep into his memory, unable to contain the overwhelming grief and rage burning in his heart.
Suddenly, the Bull Demon King’s gaze froze, for he saw someone—Hu Mei’er.
Although he couldn’t make out Ye Xuan’s face, Hu Mei’er was merely a Golden Immortal and could not escape the detection of his Dharma Eye.
“As long as we find this Little Demon, we will surely know who the true murderer of my son is,”
the Bull Demon King growled with trembling fury, a bloodthirst streaking through his bull eyes as he snapped out of his despondence and rage, his thick bull nostrils flaring as they sniffed fiercely for a trail.
Besides possessing Great Divine Power, the Bull Demon King’s sense of smell was top-tier, particularly since the Fox Clan inherently had a strong scent.
With one step, he vanished into the mountains of Xiaoyan, chasing in the direction the Hu Mei’er had gone.
How could the Bull Demon King rest easy after his son was murdered?
Ancient trails wound through green mountains, serene waters flowing gently.
By the time the Bull Demon King had appeared in the mountains of Xiaoyan, Ye Xuan already found himself on a small path in the Mortal World.
Without riding the clouds or cloaking himself in Immortal Light, Ye Xuan walked like a mortal on the earthen path, occasionally passed by merchants, while caravans plied their trade rapidly up and down the road.
Clothed in black with a bamboo hat, this was Ye Xuan’s current attire.
He wandered aimlessly, not knowing whither to go, as if he had hit a bottleneck in his Cultivation and was unsure how to step into the ranks of Quasi-Saints.
The green mountains stretched endlessly, the waters flowed peacefully—Ye Xuan had walked through the Mortal World these past few days as if he were merely a visitor observing the lives of mortals.
Yet, his spirit had not ascended, nor had he encountered the fateful opportunity to become a Quasi-Saint.
Red Dust Heart Refining, understanding oneself through the mortal world—he had already walked this path, experiencing transformation to mere mortality, embracing the heartfelt departures and losses of mortals, gaining deeper insights about himself.
But the Quasi-Saint opportunity did not appear, and the vast Red Dust left no trace.
Ye Xuan tried to retrace the path of transforming to mortality, but even when he concealed his Cultivation and regarded himself as a common mortal, it hardly made any difference.
“The opportunity to become a Quasi-Saint, where exactly does it lie?” Ye Xuan murmured to himself, strolling along the earthen path.
“Herbal tea, top-quality herbal tea!”
Suddenly, a hoarse cry rang out, offering a sense of coolness to the ears amidst the scorching sun.
By the side of the road!
A tea stall stood with several scattered tables and chairs, where a stooped old man was calling out to the passing merchants to try his herbal tea, evident by the full seating of merchants in the stall, gulping down the beverage to beat the heat.
“Young man, why don’t you come in for a bowl of herbal tea to cool down in this hot weather?”
As Ye Xuan walked past the tea stall, the old man smiled and beckoned to him.
Ye Xuan did not pause, however, continuing to stride forward, evidently uninterested in the things of the Mortal World.
A soft sigh escaped from the old man, who sat tremblingly in front of the tea stall.
His voice was raspy as he muttered, “A lifetime is like a season for grass and trees; everyone gropes forward on their own path.
Birth, aging, sickness, death, natural disasters, and accidents, all are predestined.
Sometimes, actually stopping to rest for a while might help you understand what you’re truly looking for.”
Ye Xuan’s step halted.
He slowly turned to look back at the old man.
The confusion in his eyes gradually cleared to reveal a bright light.
Then he returned to the front of the tea stall, his eyes deep and profound as he approached the old man, saying, “Please, kind sir, I have no money for tea to offer you, may I ask for a bowl of water instead?”
The old man laughed heartily, “My young man, why say such things?
It’s only a bowl of herbal tea; this old man can certainly afford to treat you.”
While speaking, the old man warmly took hold of Ye Xuan’s arm, and without any resistance, Ye Xuan followed the old man into the tea stall.
At a slightly worn square table with two bamboo chairs, two bowls for tea rested on the table.
As Ye Xuan took his seat, the old man, with faltering steps, brought a pot of herbal tea over and personally poured a full bowl for Ye Xuan.