Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road

Although she had been gone for almost five days in the Ethereal Small World, only two hours had passed in the real world.

As soon as Shenlian Yingyue emerged, she saw Shenlian Sheshan and Xiong Zi Ying engaged in conversation.

Previously, they had harbored deep resentment toward each other due to personal grudges. Now, however, they seemed to have set aside their past conflicts to discuss something serious.

"Xiao Yue’er, come here. We have something to tell you," Shenlian Sheshan called.

She sat down next to him on a rock. Her uncle was to her right, her brother to her left. Resting on her lap, Xiao Yun, Xiao Li, and Xiao Lan remained in their small beast forms, lying obediently.

With a flick of Shenlian Yinzhu’s fingers, a purple flame ignited, intensifying the already-burning firewood and providing additional warmth amidst the storm.

Xiong Zi Ying, "....."

Only true descendants of the Shenlian Clan dared to use the purple flame so nonchalantly to light a fire.

"What is it, Uncle Shan?" Shenlian Yingyue asked, her tone focused. Her black hair was tied up, giving her a fresh and composed appearance.

"I’ve discussed the matter with Xiong Zi Ying. We’ve agreed to join forces to investigate the events surrounding your father and the Xiong Clan’s extermination all those years ago," Shenlian Sheshan explained while carefully observing her reaction.

Although Xiong Yi Chen was still alive, he existed only in soul form, residing within Xiong Zi Ying’s body. To the world, he was effectively gone. Moreover, very few people knew of his soul’s existence.

"Before the five-year period is up, I will take you to travel the world and venture into dangerous places to increase your strength. Once you are strong enough, we will dig deeper into what happened that year while searching for your father. Are you ready?" Xiong Zi Ying’s voice was serious as he observed her focused expression. With his vast knowledge of the world, he saw hope in her.

Shenlian Yingyue’s eyes lit up with a burning passion. "I’m ready!"

"But Master, I’ve always wondered about something. Would you mind answering me?"

Xiong Zi Ying smiled slightly. "Xiao Yueyue, what is it that troubles you?"

"Master, don’t you want to know where Fen Fen is?"

"I already know where he is," Xiong Zi Ying said, his tone tinged with melancholy.

She found it strange, if he knew, why hadn’t he gone to find Fen Fen?

"Xiao Yueyue, once he completes his cultivation, he will come to us. Trust him. Your only focus should be your journey. Don’t think about searching for him, you can’t. He is in a higher place now. If you want to see him and the others, you must become stronger."

His words made her expression turn solemn.

"Then, Master, can’t you at least check on him to see how he’s doing?" she asked, concerned. The last time she saw Fen Fen, he had been in a terrible state due to Shen Xian.

"I have his soul lamp. He’s doing fine," Xiong Zi Ying replied, taking out a map to read, clearly avoiding further discussion.

In reality, Tuzi AoFen was far from fine. His soul lamp was weak, not an indication that he was dying, but proof that he was struggling.

Xiong Zi Ying knew exactly where Tuzi AoFen was. He thought back to the past.

Once, Tuzi AoFen had told him, "A’Ying, if the day ever comes that I find myself drawn back to that forbidden realm, it will be due to someone daring to threaten those I hold dear. You must not come to my aid, even if my essence flickers like a dying flame. Promise me this. This is my journey, and if I am meant to fall, then I will not be Tuzi AoFen!"

At that moment, Tuzi AoFen’s usually gentle and compassionate expression had turned serious. His tone was not a plea or an appeal, it served as a firm reminder to honor his decisions.

He had made a vow: anyone who stood in his way, regardless of love, friendship, or any sentiment, would find themselves discarded without a second thought. Not even the gods would be spared; if they dared to intervene, he would send them away. No one had the power to deter him.

Tuzi AoFen understood the necessity of his resolve, recognizing that compassion could not be his guide. He knew that if he lacked the ruthlessness to pursue his chosen path, all that awaited him was the unbearable agony of witnessing those he loved suffer while he remained helpless to protect them.

Xiong Zi Ying glanced at Shenlian Yingyue, who was sitting cross-legged, deep in practice.

’Xiao Yueyue is A’Fen’s bottom line.’ Shen Xian had forced her and him into the Demon Realm and tormented her, awakening A’Fen’s bloodthirsty and dark nature.

The next day, they did not delay their journey. As soon as the storm stopped, they immediately set off. As they searched for a way out of the Abyssal Throne Ruins, something significant happened to the Shenlian Clan.

[Unknown World – One of the Sacred Lands of the Shenlian Clan]

"Oh? What a bold declaration from that woman."

A lone figure stood amidst a field of slain demonic beasts, casually wiping the blood off the Asura Fan.

This fan was one of the Nine-Pointed Artifacts of Celestial Spirit, a legendary weapon among the nine realms.

If Shenlian Yingyue were here, she would immediately recognize it. After all, she had already encountered another wielder of the Nine-Pointed Artifacts, Gong Yi Ran (Ch. 471, 472).

The figure flipped the Asura Fan, and in an instant, it transformed into a candle. The candle was engraved with ancient inscriptions, its flame a dark purple hue tinged with traces of bloody red and dark gold. freewebnσvel.cøm

With a single spark, the candle split into a hundred candles. In the blink of an eye, every remaining demonic beast in the area was annihilated.

These demonic beasts possessed power on par with, if not slightly greater than, the ones that had defeated Shenlian Yingyue over a hundred times in the Abyssal Throne Ruins. Yet now, they were obliterated without even a chance to react.

Those who had come to report news regarding the Immortal Bone and Celestial Veins, which once belonged to Xiong Zi Ying, stood in awe.

Their prince was terrifyingly strong!

Anyone who dared to oppose him would meet the same fate as these demonic beasts, just as those who had challenged him in the past.

"Shenlian Yingyue?" The man smirked, his gaze filled with a dangerous, yet enticing, intensity, "Interesting. Five years from now, I can’t wait to see you. Let’s see how you rise, from the mud to the clouds."