Chapter 4: The Multicolored Glazed Coffin
White Ling’s mind was filled with the echo of Bai Zhentian’s voice, leaving him frozen in place...
Several seconds later, White Ling opened the gift Bai Zhentian had sent. Inside the box hovered a red primordial crystal.
In Flowing Moon City, the currency in circulation was primordial crystals, which contained the condensed primal energy of heaven and earth, used by cultivators for their practice. Some precious items could also be stored within the crystal, retrievable by shattering and re-condensing it.
But this one before him was blood red.
It was a Blood Primordial Crystal.
A drop of vivid blood was encapsulated inside the crystal!
Xuan Ningyue’s face showed shock when she saw the blood. “Could this be... your Third Uncle’s innate essence blood?”
White Ling looked at her, confused.
“This innate essence blood must be extracted from the heart day and night by piercing it with a silver needle, drawing it drop by drop. The caster’s cultivation gradually fades and may never return to its peak for life.”
“This method is a hundred times more cruel than suicide!” Xuan Ningyue gasped, disbelief written across her face. Her beautiful eyes widened as she whispered, “Your Third Uncle is using his own essence blood to awaken your innate bloodline!”
White Ling’s mind was struck like a bolt of lightning. His entire body stiffened as he watched Bai Zhentian’s figure fade into the distance, a warm sensation enveloping him...
Three years ago, Ji Kun was appointed by the royal family as the Lord of Flowing Moon City.
Since then, no one dared to trouble the uncle and nephew within the city.
But from that moment onward, Bai Zhentian’s cultivation miraculously began to vanish...
Could it be related to the essence blood he held?
Staring at the disappearing figure, White Ling shouted, “Third Uncle!!!”
Bai Zhentian turned his back to White Ling, a smile curling at his lips. He raised his right arm and waved, saying, “Foolish child, I am your Third Uncle!” Then he vanished completely into the night.
Xuan Ningyue bowed deeply toward the place where Bai Zhentian had disappeared.
White Ling leapt down from the rooftop and returned fifteen minutes later.
“Brother Ling, Third Uncle is really good to you!” Xuan Ningyue stood motionless, expressionless but genuinely envious.
Upon White Ling’s return, the Primordial Harmony Pill he had held was gone. Xuan Ningyue showed no emotion. She didn’t care how White Ling chose to use the gift.
With Bai Zhentian’s innate essence blood, White Ling would surely awaken.
Suppressing his tears, White Ling no longer hesitated and swallowed the blood-red primordial crystal.
In an instant,
A metallic taste of blood filled his stomach as Bai Zhentian’s essence blood melted, flowing along his meridians throughout his body. Blood-colored veins spread across his skin, hands, feet, face, ears, even into his pupils...
The primal energy in the air transformed into hundreds of tendrils, wrapping around him. White Ling felt thunderous rumbles within his body.
His features contorted; his body convulsed violently as excruciating pain tore through him. Gritting his teeth, he released low groans of agony...
Suddenly,
As Bai Zhentian’s essence blood approached White Ling’s heart, it seemed to encounter some spectral resistance, rapidly flowing in another direction.
The intense pain multiplied several times.
His consciousness gradually faded until he fell into a deep slumber.
Xuan Ningyue sat beside him, staring blankly.
...
White Ling’s consciousness slowly returned.
He hazily observed the world before him, bathed in a green aura spreading through infinite void.
In the center of the void, a rectangular object emitting seven-colored light floated silently ten meters away.
It looked like...
A coffin!
White Ling scanned the surroundings and realized he was no longer on the rooftop but somewhere else in the void.
Where was this?
Could it be a dream?
Cautiously, he stepped forward to examine the coffin glowing with seven-colored light.
Although called seven-colored, the red hue was the most vivid, making the coffin appear even more mysterious and eerie.
It seemed crafted from a precious glaze material White Ling had never seen before.
About three meters long and two meters high, the coffin’s surface was covered with intricate, dense patterns, radiating dazzling, multicolored light from top to bottom.
White Ling was puzzled as to why he suddenly found himself here, facing such a mysterious coffin.
Could this be a dream?
Looking upward, he was stunned.
Above the coffin floated a drop of crimson blood, shining with a scarlet glow that enveloped the coffin.
Only then did White Ling understand why the red was so vibrant among the seven colors.
It made the coffin even more mysterious and uncanny.
Approaching the coffin and peering inside, White Ling was rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
The coffin was transparent on top, allowing him to see everything clearly inside.
What shocked him most was that a young girl lay within.
She appeared about ten years old, wearing a purple dress. Even stranger, her hair was purple, matching her attire.
The girl was stunning—beautiful in a bewitching, soul-stirring way. White Ling could hardly believe such a beautiful girl existed in the world. Her purple hair was otherworldly, her face as pale and exquisite as jade; every feature was perfectly crafted, as if the world’s greatest painter could not capture her delicate visage.
At this moment, her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically.
She was still alive!
Who was she?
Did he know her?
She was alive, lying in that coffin.
Suddenly, the blood suspended above the multicolored glazed coffin flared up, shining ten times brighter than before. Seconds later, it vanished at the speed of light.
Whoosh!
It shot like a beam straight into White Ling’s forehead.
“Ahhhh...!”
White Ling instantly felt as if thousands of blades pierced his heart. He curled up on the ground, his body writhing as if ants were biting him in fury.I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.