Condemning the Heavens

Chapter 567: Puppet

Xue Wei could not help but to be cautious by nature. He had experienced many setbacks, and he did not trust anyone easily anymore.

He had long since understood that if something sounded too good to be true, then it was likely to be the case.

The Black Pagoda was not the only thing that made him question the things that had transpired since he entered the Ghost Realm, but it was the final words that made him suspicious.

One has to know that his identity was special. As the Holy Son who had all Sovereign Beast Bloodlines within his body, he was very much in need of the essence blood of a Black Turtle to activate his bloodline, and now he had suddenly come across such a good opportunity while helping out Lan.

The current situation had become like this based on many choices and coincidences that had happened throughout his journeys, but he could not help but feel as if he was actually being guided to act the way he did, and that someone was pulling certain strings in the shadows, deciding everything he experienced.

This unreasonable feeling of being manipulated was extremely detestable, and Xue Wei could not help but frown.

Many things throughout his life had been decided by himself, and he could blame no one but himself, but he still had a strange feeling of being guided in a specific direction.

But, even if this was the case, he could not easily give up the temptation of the possibility to activate the bloodline, and thus he agreed to the spirit's request after considering the consequences it might bring.

Xue Wei had expected that the owner of the voice would say a few more words, but before he had the chance to hear them, the world began spinning in front of his eyes, and his body felt as if it began floating.

When he regained his senses, he was once more standing at the plaza in the forgotten city. The great black pagoda that had been towering in front of him previously had vanished, and in its place a great hole with stairs leading downwards had appeared.

The black pagoda had shrunk to a size where it could fit within Xue Wei's hand, and he casually tossed it into his storage treasure. Although he did not have many positive thoughts towards the owner of the voice he had heard within the pagoda, he still wanted to keep his promise of returning it to the Black Turtle Clan in the world of the living, as long as he had the chance to do so.

As to whether or not his decision was correct, Xue Wei did not know. Even so, he had already decided, and he had no regrets, no matter what the consequences might be.

Xue Wei did not wait for Lan to meet up with him. He walked directly down the staircase leading to the underground where no light shone.

Although it was dark, Xue Wei was not afraid. The forgotten city within the Ghost Realm was desolate and devoid of life, but it was also the most peaceful place that he had ever encountered.

Although this quietness came from the lack of living creatures, Xue Wei did not mind. In fact, he found that he actually enjoyed such silence. Areas like these, which seemed somewhat otherworldly, were very comfortable.

The further down he stepped, the colder it became. The air had been dry and hot, but now it was slowly turning cold and humid.

Such conditions were not great when it came to maintaining the corpse of the Black Turtle, but Xue Wei somehow did not doubt that since the voice had told him about the possibility of getting the essence blood here, it would have a certain belief that his body would still maintain a somewhat proper condition.

It was unknown how long Xue Wei walked, or how deep below the ground he had ended up, but eventually the stairs stopped, and a wide corridor appeared instead.

This corridor was arched and was plackared with stones. It did not seem as if it had casually been dug underneath the ground, but as if it had been created with care and consideration at the same time as the whole forgotten city.

This corridor was not too long when compared to the staircase he had just walked down, and it did not take him long to reach a large circular room.

The room was massive, at least the same size as the square above, but where the square above had the great black pagoda, this room had a big altar in the middle, and on top of the altar was the body of a Black Turtle.

The body seemed to be in perfect condition. The shell was glistening like onyx, while the skin itself was the color of ebony.

The whole body seemed peaceful, but the aura that surrounded it was overwhelmingly powerful; so powerful that even Xue Wei felt his breathing slow down.

He could not help but furrow his brows as he looked at the body. Although he was aware that Lan was extremely strong, he somehow felt that this turtle did not lose out in terms of power to him, which made him feel somewhat perplexed and confused.

Could it be that many hidden experts were living in hiding within the world of the living? If not, how could this black turtle become so strong?

Xue Wei decided to toss the worries about power levels to the back of his mind, and he calmed his breathing and heartbeat before he slowly made his way towards the altar.

Looking at the massive body, he could not help but frown. It was great that he had found this body, but the biggest problem was the great condition it was in. How exactly was he supposed to extract its essence blood?