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Chapter 359 A Dying Lover Arrives at the Undead Realm, True and False Divine Messengers (Part 2)

Shortly after their return, two more sixth-sequence auras emanated from the cabin.

It was Kong Changhao and Eric.

Before meeting Xiao Yun, the former had already accumulated more than half a month's worth of money, and with some ransom, it would be enough to make up for the shortfall.

The latter received a significant allocation of resources and was essentially promoted to the sixth rank by Xiao Yun.

Eric was very grateful for this, so as soon as he was promoted, he came to Xiao Yun and knelt down in worship.

"As I have done for my lord, I have successfully advanced to the sixth rank."

"I will forever remember the kindness of my Lord, and from now on I will make good use of the strength given to me by my Lord to serve him faithfully."

His words were very sincere, and Xiao Yun was very satisfied.

"Good, great attitude, keep it up."

Xiao Yun patted his shoulder and offered a word of encouragement.

"yes!"

Eric said excitedly, and then, at Kong Changhao's invitation, they sparred to familiarize themselves with each other's strengths.

Fortunately, the space in [Mirror] is large enough for them to do whatever they want.

"Chang Hao has a better foundation and his attributes are higher than Eric's. However, Eric has more combat experience, so they are currently evenly matched."

"However, Chang Hao has S-level talent, which is much higher than Eric's. If there are restrictions at a higher level, Eric will be stuck there, but Chang Hao will not."

"And in the sixth sequence, as the two continue to improve, the gap will become more and more obvious."

Xiao Yun only watched for a short while before drawing a conclusion and even roughly predicting the future development of the two.

Watching the two of them playfully kill time, the third day quickly arrived.

This is also the final leg of the voyage.

Just as Xiao Yun was about to bring up the control panel to plan the flight path, he found that it seemed to be unnecessary.

Ahead, in the chaotic space of the spirit realm, a majestic throne stood silently, burning with blood-red flames, and ashes drifted around it like snowflakes.

On the throne sat a tall figure, wearing a crown of flames, a long black and gray robe, and holding a gray and black scepter with flames burning at the top.

Mysterious and majestic, like a god.

Just one glance is enough to inspire a sense of reverence.

But Xiao Yun felt her heart suddenly clench, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

Because the kaleidoscope in his eyes was spinning, but what he saw was a completely different scene.

A withered and emaciated figure sat on the throne, blood-red flames and gray-black smoke crawling all over her body like parasites. The immense faith that the crown carried made her hunch over, barely managing to keep from collapsing by supporting herself with the scepter.

Flames and black mist swirled around her, obscuring her face, but through his soul's perception, Xiao Yun recognized her instantly.

"Su Su————"

Xiao Yun murmured softly, feeling his heart bleeding as he looked at Su Muqing's current state.

The intelligence provided by Owen and others also included information about the undead, mentioning Su Muqing.

According to them, Su Muqing took over the position of the Undead Clan's leader for some reason, but under the influence of the believers' faith, her condition has become precarious, and she may lose herself at any time.

Xiao Yun had prepared himself mentally beforehand, but seeing it with his own eyes still almost caused him to break down.

Just then, Su Muqing on the throne seemed to notice them and turned to look at them.

Through the flames and black mist, Xiao Yun seemed to see her laughing, yet also as if she were crying.

"That pretty lady—she looks like she's in a lot of pain—"

Mo Mo suddenly spoke, her eyes flashing with sadness.

Jing Feiwan sighed softly, stepped forward, hugged Xiao Yun from behind, and whispered, "If you're upset, just cry it out. Suppressing your emotions can cause problems."

"I'm fine."

Xiao Yun Chang exhaled and activated the [Harmony of Heaven and Man] technique to forcibly suppress his emotions.

"I'm not feeling well, so I'll leave the rest of the journey to you. I've already scouted the area, and there's nothing dangerous along the way. Just head in that direction."

Jing Fei nodded: "You go and rest first, I'll get there as quickly as possible."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Xiao Yun forced a smile.

"It's too formal to tell me this, and besides—Susu is my sister, we're family—"

When she said this, a hint of shyness flashed in Jing Feiwan's eyes.

Although Su Muqing had hinted at it to her in a joking tone before, she still felt a little uneasy after actually getting together with Xiao Yun.

After all, Su Muqing was Xiao Yun's childhood sweetheart and his ideal woman. Her position in Xiao Yun's heart was incomparable to that of Su Muqing, who came later.

Of course, given Su Muqing's personality, even if she knew about their relationship, she wouldn't be angry.

"That's the confidence of a true white moonlight—"

Jing Feiwan sighed inwardly. Although she knew it was wrong, a sour feeling still lingered in her heart.

However, these emotions only lasted for a few seconds before she suppressed them all.

She was still clear-headed about matters of personal love and matters of life and death.

"By the way, Xiao Yun, your identity is rather complicated, so it's not appropriate for you to show yourself directly among the Undead."

"Give me a sufficiently credentialed identity document, and I'll try to see if I can enter the Undead territory without your involvement."

Upon hearing Jing Feiwan's suggestion, Xiao Yun pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "You're right. The situation within the Undead Clan is currently complex, and given my status, it's indeed inappropriate for me to enter in a high-profile manner."

"I was so concerned that I overlooked the details. Thank you, Wanwan."

"You're welcome."

Jing Feiwan smiled gently, and then saw Xiao Yun draw the Mithril Sword, imbue it with the power of [Life and Death], and hand it over along with the [Crown of Bloodshed].

"These two items should be enough. The [life and death] they contain is, for the believers of the undead, no different from the presence of their master."

Xiao Yun paused, thought for a moment, and then reminded her, "I don't know yet what Su Su relied on to get to that position. The symbolic meaning of the [Crown of Bloodshed] is too direct, so use it with caution. The Mithril Sword alone should be enough."

"Okay, I understand."

Jing Feiwan carefully put away the two items, then waved her hand, saying, "Go back and rest for a while. Leave the rest to me."

Xiao Yun smiled and nodded, then returned to his cabin, trying to calm his chaotic emotions.

[Mirror] continued sailing towards the location of the Undead, its speed increasing under Jing Feiwan's control.

In just half the planned time, [Mirror] arrived at the finish line.

On the throne, Su Muqing slowly raised the scepter in her hand and pointed to a spot.

Jing Feiwan nodded emphatically and, without hesitation, gave the order to fire.

The magic signal tower emitted a long, mournful cry like a whale's song, and invisible energy stirred the space of the coordinates.

Within the gigantic maw, the Death Cannon roared in fury, its projectiles, condensed from the power of death, forcefully blasting apart the unstable space.

boom!!!

Amidst a tremendous roar, a spatial rift appeared.

Through the chaotic spatial turbulence, the outline of a harbor city can be vaguely seen.

"ha!!!"

The giant maw roared, the engine vibrated violently, and a terrifying spiritual tide was stirred up, pushing the massive body of [Mirror] out of the spatial rift.

Whoosh—

The sea breeze howled, carrying with it the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

After a moment of disorientation, what came into view was the bright midday sunlight of the Sea of ​​No Division, and the black Gothic churches and palaces reflecting the sunlight, like a city of gods burning with flames.

And the terrified expressions on the faces of the professionals on the harbor, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The believers, dressed in gray-black robes, shouted loudly, and soon a large number of professionals surged onto the port, looking warily at the suddenly appearing behemoth of flesh and blood.

"Whether you are monsters or twisted beings from the spirit world, this is the Harbor of Immortality, the sanctuary of the King of Blood and Fire, the Lord of Life and Death. You are not welcome to set foot here."

The imposing man who spoke was wearing a black priest's robe with flowing red and gold patterns, and his strength had reached the sixth rank.

He stared intently at the mirror, his eyes filled with undisguised hostility, the ceremonial spear in his hand clanging loudly.

"If you don't leave now, you'll become a sacrifice to our lord."

Sensing his terrifying killing intent, Jing Feiwan couldn't help but sigh softly, "I knew it would be like this—"

The undead are xenophobic by nature, especially when it comes to strange and unwelcome guests like them who just barge in.

Fortunately, she had made preparations in advance.

Clang!

The mithril sword was drawn, its clear clang resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

The power of life and death that Xiao Yun was attached to manifested, as if dividing the world into two halves, one half full of life and the other half deathly still.

"This—this is—"

The man exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief, and the other believers behind him wore the same expression.

As people who are half-dead, they understand this force all too well.

The power of life and death before them was so pure it was unimaginable.

Even the priests had only ever seen such pure power of life and death when they were in audience with the Lord of Life and Death.

"Do not be alarmed. We are messengers of the Lord of Life and Death. We were wandering abroad before, carrying out the will of our Lord. Today we have returned to report on our duties."

Jing Feiwan spoke with great conviction, and with the mithril sword in her hand, many believers nodded, showing respect and fervor.

Only the man at the very front.

"Divine Messenger—"

The man's brows furrowed, and his hostility subsided slightly, but he remained vigilant.

"I have never heard of my lord having a divine messenger outside, and besides—you are not undead at all!"

The man looked at Jing Feiwan, his expression turning cold once more.

The atmosphere grew tense once again, and it seemed the situation was about to deteriorate further.

Jing Feiwan frowned slightly, just as she was about to take out the [Crown of Bloodshed].

Just then, a loud male voice came from behind the crowd.

"Art, you mustn't be rude. This is someone close to my lord."

As they were talking, a robust and dignified middle-aged man came into view.

He was also wearing a gray-black robe, but it was more ornate than At's priest's robe, with a bright blue tinge mixed in with the crimson-gold patterns, which converged into a spear pattern at the cuffs.

"Master Priest."

The priest Art bowed respectfully and stepped aside.

"High Priest?"

Just as Jing Feiwan was wondering, he smiled and bowed slightly, saying, "Hello, Ms. Jing, I am Tantai Qingxuan, and I have been following my master since before the calamity of death."

"We came to welcome you after hearing from our Lord that you had arrived."

Jing Feiwan nodded, a look of understanding on her face.

Tantai Qingxuan's explanation directly shows that he was originally a close follower of Xiao Yun, and now he is also a supporter of Su Muqing.

Trustworthy.

Jing Feiwan breathed a sigh of relief and replied with a smile, "Thank you for welcoming us personally, Mr. Tantai. Let's go now, so as not to keep our master waiting."

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Tantai Qingxuan smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to proceed.

Priest At and the others quickly stepped aside, bowed slightly, and respectfully welcomed Jing Feiwan and the others off the ship.

With the high priest Tantai Qingxuan's personal confirmation, no one dared to question the identities of Jing Feiwan and the others.

"Our Lord has issued a divine decree, and the high priest is personally receiving them. The status of these people is probably ridiculously high."

Art felt bitter inside, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and he kept his head down, afraid that Jing Feiwan and the others would settle scores with him later.

However, Jing Feiwan and the others never looked at him from beginning to end, but walked straight to Tantai Qingxuan's side.

Tantai Qingxuan's gaze swept over them, and when he saw Kong Changhao and his rebellious son, he smiled. Finally, his gaze settled on the person at the back who was carrying luggage and looked like an attendant.

He was unremarkable in appearance, but after just one glance, Tantai Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence.

"My lord!"

Tantai Qingxuan's heart trembled violently, and he couldn't help but transmit his thoughts telepathically.

"It's me. Calm down. We'll talk about it once we're inside."

Xiao Yun's calm voice echoed in his mind, and Tantai Qingxuan came back to his senses and regained his composure.

Just as he was about to lead Xiao Yun and his party into Harbor City, a cold laugh suddenly came from Harbor City.

"Tantai Qingxuan, how dare you! You falsely claim to be acting on our Lord's divine decree, bringing these blasphemers who dare to forge our Lord's authority into the city!"