The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 1235, Lost Souls
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Whoosh~

As the eerie wind blew, gray mist fell from the skies above, turning into a dark and aged face staring down the two with bloodthirst.

“My seat of enlightenment?”

Chu Qingcheng was baffled, “Does that mean he’s…”

Zhuo Fan rushed a bow, “Greetings, Nether Sovereign!”

“It’s really the Nether Sovereign? Didn’t he die?” Chu Qingcheng was stumped, “Why then is everyone fighting over his seat of enlightenment then? They’re only getting themselves killed trying to steal from the owner!”

She didn’t know what to think of all those greedy fools.

It was said that the ten ancient Sovereigns fell and finding their seat of enlightenment would mean inheriting their legacy to become a Sovereign.

[Since the guy was still alive and you’re trying to steal his stuff, you must be itching to die!]

The Nether Sovereign glanced over and sneered, “I am Nether Sovereign, ruling over life and death. Death won’t stop me. Since my Nether Sea can hold lost souls, why can’t it hold myself? Ha!”

Chu Qingcheng bobbed her head.

[Yeah, the Nether Sovereign is the Patriarch of all lost souls. With the Nether Sea holding them, it can have him as well.]

[Those out there must be unbearably naive to go after the Nether Sovereign’s stuff of all people. But we were not here to take anything, we just got involved by accident. What a cruel fate.]

“Senior Nether Sovereign, we have come here by accident and only wish to return to our world and not take anything. I hope sir will pardon us.”

Zhuo Fan bowed, “As per your demands, I passed the three trials. Please let us go.”

Chu Qingcheng bobbed her head.

The Nether Sovereign sneered, “Trials? Right, I did set those up so one could see me by passing them, but that does not guarantee you’ll get to leave with your life. A chance isn’t the same as certainty. It’s all up to my mood.”

“Uh, senior Nether Sovereign, are you perhaps happy now?”

“Anything but!”

“Why?” Zhuo Fan and Chu Qingcheng asked.

Nether Sovereign scorned, “You expect me to smile when some brats barge in, messing up my concentration?”

Rumble~

A boom came from up above and the Nether Sovereign turned grave.

“However, I won’t go hard on you and shall give you a choice. One of you shall stay and one can return. You choose.”

“What trials? The minute we entered, lost souls started chasing us down, not bothering to even speak. I just thought they can’t speak to begin with, why?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Zhuo Fan was grave, further proving that the tests were held for him in particular. Further, the only way to find the Nether Sea was through Sovereign Yun’s globe. Then there were the Sovereigns’ three tests.

[Was this all on purpose?]

[But why? I was a mere Demonic Emperor before. Is it because I found Nine Serenities Secret Records?]

Zhuo Fan was confused.

“Aah!”

Zhuo Fan startled awake, “Qingcheng!”

Chu Qingcheng was still stuck to the cross, unable to move, as the souls shrieked and approached.

“Qingcheng!”

He Xiaofeng shouted as well, yet was happy inside.

[Great, a damsel in distress in need of a hero. I don’t know how she got up there or how she appeared here, but I just have to save her and her heart will be mine, as well as it…]

He Xiaofeng shot for Chu Qingcheng, shining silver. A huge figure with eight swords on its back appeared, almost a thousand meters tall.

A Saint’s unique ability, sacred body!

“Damned souls, leave Qingcheng alone!”

The huge image reached for two swords and slashed.

Boom!

Tornadoes flew from the speed and power and erased everything in their path. He Xiaofeng’s image towered above like a mighty king.

He sneered at everyone with pride and conceit.

[Well, Qingcheng, aren’t I cool?]

Bam!

He didn’t get to wallow in his narcissistic tendencies as the following boom was from an even bigger fist hurtling his image through the air. He hit the ground hard and shattered his sacred body. He Xiaofeng felt his entire body aching and turned pale.

[Who did that? Curses, that really hurt!]

He Xiaofeng panted as he strained to look up, “P-peak Saint? There’s a peak Saint in the Nether Sea? He actually died?”

Before him was another colossal image, wearing a dark face of disdain, “Ignorant pipsqueak, in the great ancient war, even Sovereigns fell, let alone some lousy peak Saints. You dare prance before me, foolish 2nd layer Saint?”

He Xiaofeng’s heart sank.

[The Nether Sea is the Nether Sovereign’s domain, so of course there’d be monstrous souls…]

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