“These words are in the Demon Race language.”
Gu Xin’er, worried that Jiang Fan wouldn’t understand, translated: “It’s called ‘Xuanbing Hell.'”
“Judging by the name, it hardly seems like a good place.”
She felt a little uneasy.
Luminous Pearls were scattered across the ground, indicating someone had been here before.
Yet the hall was devoid of any sound.
Either that person was hiding.
Or they were already dead.
Regardless of the reason, neither was encouraging.
Meanwhile, the aura of the Hell Beast overhead continued to draw closer.
“Just now, I told you to use the Dustless Talisman, but you didn’t listen.”
“Now you’ll follow me in—like it or not.”
“If you die inside, don’t go blaming me.”
Feeling the increasingly frenzied assault of icy winds around them,
she couldn’t be sure her Purple Flame would be enough to shield both of them.
Entering this obviously malevolent hall was an even graver uncertainty.
Jiang Fan, however, looked bemused.
His gaze, subtle yet strange, fell briefly to his chest.
He didn’t know when it began, but that chicken feather had grown hot—
and now, it felt slightly scorching.
“What’s this damned feather stirring up now?”
As if responding to his grumbling,
the feather suddenly grew hotter.
Hiss!
Jiang Fan winced and muttered, “You… you actually understand me?”
If, last time, he couldn’t be entirely certain of its consciousness when the feather etched its markings on him,
this time solidified it.
The feather was alive!
Damn it!
What had he gone and gotten himself tangled up with?
Gu Xin’er turned her head, startled: “Who are you talking to?”
Jiang Fan’s expression shifted between dark and conflicted as he said, “Some ghostly thing—I don’t even know.”
The feather grew dissatisfied again, becoming increasingly scorching.
Jiang Fan sucked in a sharp breath: “Alright, alright, I won’t badmouth you!”
Only then did the feather cool slightly, though it still burned faintly hot.
It seemed to be reacting to something in its surroundings.
Gu Xin’er shot him a dubious look.
Her thoughts stirred: Could this guy also carry a Remnant Soul of some elder-like figure, similar to my hairpin?
Whoosh—
The wind overhead howled.
The silhouette of the Hell Beast was now visible.
Gu Xin’er dared not delay any longer, clutching Jiang Fan tightly as she dashed into the hall.
The doorway of the grand hall was wide open.
It indicated someone had been here before, but they had seemingly vanished.
The interior was roughly the same size as the Li Fire Heavenly Palace.
The far end was visible at a glance.
The difference was—
while the Li Fire Heavenly Palace had a thousand-year clam shell at its center, birthing the Sky-Burning Clam Pearl,
the center of Xuanbing Hell featured an icy pool.
A crystalline ancient sword was planted in the pool.