Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 318 - 318 317 In a Blink of an Eye Ten Thousand Years; Flowers of Dreams and Illusions

318: Chapter 317: In a Blink of an Eye, Ten Thousand Years; Flowers of Dreams and Illusions 318: Chapter 317: In a Blink of an Eye, Ten Thousand Years; Flowers of Dreams and Illusions “Alive yet a mass of white bones?”

“This…

this…

what kind of method is this?”

Luo Feng, a Divine Separation Stage Cultivator, was no ordinary mortal, and he had never heard that someone in this world could resurrect the dead, not even his Master might have such ability.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silently observing Huang Fatty’s transformation and then nodded, murmuring, “This Nine Revolutions Mystic Immortal Pill is of average quality, but enough to resurrect him from the dead.

It seems it’s not completely useless after all.”

Had the Group of Immortals heard Ye Xuan’s words, they would have spat blood.

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Immortal Pill was a top-tier Immortal Pill, yet how could it be just average in Ye Xuan’s hands?

Although the Immortal Pill was good, it still required a process.

Ye Xuan was in no hurry and calmly waited for Huang Fatty to awaken.

Ye Xuan might not have been anxious, but Luo Feng and the others were pale as death, their eyes full of extreme terror when they looked at Ye Xuan.

Without the slightest aura or a trace of majesty, Ye Xuan’s mere presence seemed to dominate Heaven and Earth.

Luo Feng tried to stand, but it felt as if an Immortal Mountain was pressing down on him, rendering him unable to rise, his body trembling slightly.

Ye Xuan had not employed any Immortal Law, nor did he deign to intimidate these ant-like beings.

The difference in the level of life naturally exerted an unimaginable pressure on Luo Feng and the others.

The distinction between immortals and mortals could thus be clearly manifested.

Just as a sheep, upon suddenly encountering the legendary Nine Heavens Divine Dragon, would tremble in fear and mind, the current scene was of a similar principle.

Luo Feng was drenched in cold sweat, knowing that he had encountered an extremely terrifying Cultivator.

The other party must at least be at the Crossing Tribulation Stage, otherwise, how could his Divine Separation Stage cultivation be so suppressed?

Despite racking his brain, Luo Feng could not identify who Ye Xuan was.

As far as he knew, there were only a few people at the Crossing Tribulation Stage in this world, each an Overlord Level figure of this realm, all of whom he naturally recognized.

However, this black-clothed individual before him left no impression in his mind.

“Senior…

My master is the Immortal Extinguishing…

May I ask who you are, Senior?

Could you share your name with this junior?” Luo Feng’s voice trembled as he humbled himself.

Regrettably, Ye Xuan did not respond to Luo Feng’s words at all.

He just calmly watched Huang Fatty, waiting for him to wake from his deep sleep.

In Ye Xuan’s eyes, Luo Feng was no different from an ant, not warranting even the slightest attention.

With Luo Feng’s cultivation level being lesser than that of some Heavenly Soldiers in the Heavenly Court, why would Ye Xuan bother with him?

“Senior, this is Lord Luo Feng, the Left Envoy of the Cultivation Alliance, and his Master is the Immortal Extinguishing.

I hope you will not interfere in this matter, otherwise…” A Cultivator said with a harsh tone tinged with an implicit threat, but before he could finish speaking, a terrifying event unfolded.

Bang!

Time seemed to stop, space as if to freeze.

The void exploded, the body shattered, and the Cultivator instantly turned to ashes, leaving not a trace of remains, a scene which left Luo Feng and the others in horrified silence, their eyes wide with shock as they looked at Ye Xuan.

From beginning to end, Luo Feng and the others did not see how Ye Xuan had acted, yet a proud Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator was reduced to dust and smoke.

If it wasn’t Ye Xuan who had killed the man, Luo Feng would never believe it.

A silent fear spread among Luo Feng and the others, and no one dared to voice a threat against Ye Xuan again.

Luo Feng faced as white as a sheet, his eyes rapidly shifting as he thought desperately about how to escape this life-and-death catastrophe.

Clearly, this mysterious black-clothed man knew Huang Fatty, and their relationship was undoubtedly special, even giving him a Divine Elixir to revive him with vitality.

He feared that once Huang Fatty regained consciousness, given the other’s sinister means, they might be subjected to a fate worse than death.

Luo Feng grew more frightened the more he pondered, with cold sweat gradually emerging on his forehead.

He was racking his brain for a strategy to escape this disaster, yet he had no idea how he could avoid this great peril.

“Ugh!”

After what felt like half an hour had passed, the chubby yellow figure let out a muffled groan, his eyelids twitching slightly before he finally opened his eyes at this moment.

“Did I…

did I die?”

“Is this…

is this the Yama Hell that Master once spoke of?”

The chubby man looked around in a daze, his face showing confusion, but when he saw Ye Yueling in the distance, he was initially stunned, then growled angrily, “How dare you, Immortal Extinguishing Wu, even this young girl you did not spare!”

“Uncle Huang, thank goodness, you’re not dead.” The little girl ran towards the chubby man with tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, throwing herself into his arms and leaving him completely stunned.

“I…

I’m not dead…

how…

how is this possible?”

Feeling the real body of the little girl in his arms, the chubby man spoke in astonishment, knowing for sure that he hadn’t died.

When he saw Luo Feng and the others kneeling in the distance, it quickly brought him back to his senses, his face adopting an expression of extreme caution.

“Uncle Huang, it was this senior who saved you.” The little girl timely spoke up, raising her hand to point behind the chubby man.

“Senior?”

The chubby man muttered to himself, then slowly turned to look behind him.

In a single glance, a thousand years passed, as if dreams and illusions blossomed into nothingness.

As if time had stopped at that moment, as if the past were reversing itself right then.

A figure clad in black, with dark hair and a gentle smile, his features handsome.

When this face, long hidden deep within the chubby man’s mind, truly appeared before him, he seemed as if his soul had left his body, rendered silent and motionless.

A single tear, bright and clear, trickled down from the chubby man’s eyes.

His fists were clenched slightly, his body trembling uncontrollably; his quivering lips seemed to want to say something, but his rapidly beating heart prevented him from speaking.

“Time grinds on, years pass, and in the blink of an eye, five hundred years have passed in the Human World.

Huang Fatty, do you still recognize me?” Ye Xuan said with a warm smile.

“Wah!”

Suddenly, like a child, the chubby man burst into uncontrollable sobs, tears streaming down his cheeks, and he knelt to the ground, pounding his forehead in obeisance to Ye Xuan.

“Heaven has eyes, heaven has eyes!

It’s been five hundred years, a full five hundred years.

I, Huang Fatty, have waited bitterly for Master for five hundred years, and finally, the day has arrived.”

“Vice Mansion Master Huang Fatty of the Netherworld, gives his respects to the Netherworld Lord.”

Huang Fatty seemed to fall into madness, beyond self-control, his head bowing continuously to Ye Xuan, with tears of joyous emotion uncontrollably flowing forth.

A full five hundred years of waiting, five hundred years of heartache, and no one knew what Huang Fatty had gone through during these years.

He had struggled to survive, all in anticipation of Ye Xuan’s return.

The heavens do not disappoint those who suffer; five hundred years of waiting had finally met with this day.

The sufferings of the past seemed insignificant to Huang Fatty now.

Because the one he had been waiting for had finally appeared.

Huang Fatty knew that this person he respected all his life had never forgotten him and had really returned to the Human World to find him.

“You’re over five hundred years old, yet you cry like a child,” Ye Xuan said, lifting Huang Fatty up and patting him gently on the shoulder with a smile.

“I am useless, not only did I destroy the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword granted by you, but I also led to the Netherworld no longer existing in this world; I ask Master to punish me.”