Chapter 56: Chapter 51: Witch Race Mensa: I Got It from My Dad

Boom!

Ning An and the companion finally entered Fengdu City. As soon as they set foot in the city, many powerful beings were awakened by the aura of the mortal world. However, when they detected the token in Ning An’s hand with their Divine Sense, they quickly retreated.

This is merely the tip of the iceberg of the Netherworld!

Upon stepping into Fengdu City, looking up, there were countless fixed stars silently hovering, and vague gigantic silhouettes sitting cross-legged amongst them, with mystical runes floating.

In some places, wild grass thrived with frightening scarcity of breath, resembling those in secluded cultivation, who wouldn’t emerge until breaking through a certain realm.

“This Fengdu City is vastly different from what I imagined.”

Ning An lamented as he walked.

“This is just the outermost part of Fengdu City. It’s normal for it to be a bit desolate. When we reach the Inner City, the sight will vastly differ.”

The Earth God, now shedding his divine aura, with his sword again fastened to his back, explained patiently:

“Young master, take note, I’m about to increase the speed.”

The barrier around Ning An thickened, as the Earth God held onto Ning An and their speed suddenly picked up considerably, as if stars were shifting. With each step, they appeared on another star.

The speed was so quick that space warped like an ink painting, yet it still took them half a day to reach the Inner City, for Fengdu City was too vast.

Along the way, Ning An was utterly stunned by the magnificent scenery.

“Whoa! Dragon…dragon! Five claws, deer antlers, snake tail, fish scales…that’s a dragon…”

Spitting these words out fast as if they were burning his tongue, Ning An stuttered slightly.

Upon one of the stars, a colossal dragon-like creature soared, blotting out the sky, commanding the winds and rain, then flew out of Ning An’s sight.

“Oh, it’s merely a grass dragon transformed from a tribulation-surviving python. Dragons of such dilute bloodlines could only show off in the Outer City.”

The Earth God glanced dismissively and turned away.

Indeed, along the way, Ning An couldn’t help but notice dozens of such dragons. Though equally mystical, owing to the Earth God’s words, Ning An felt somewhat uninterested.

Since seeing the grass dragon, Ning An’s eyes had hardly rested. Everywhere there were mythical creatures only known from legends.

As these mythical beings gradually disappeared, the following journey became less desolate, with greenery increasingly covering the land. Like the Mountain of Ten Thousand Peaks, full of vitality.

Unlike earthly mountains, peaks here were formed from falling planets, evolving into their present form.

“The Netherworld is indeed wondrous.”

Ning An couldn’t help but marvel.

Outside Fengdu City, the Netherworld was eerie and terrifying, like a torturous purgatory, but progressing towards the Inner City, the environment improved.

Nearer to the Inner City, there’s barely a trace of the sinister Netherworld.

Rich vegetation, beautiful mountains, majestic rivers connected, countless waterfalls like dragons spiraling within, rare beasts of various kinds played and frolicked.

“This is hardly the Underworld; it’s no less splendid than an Immortal’s abode, is it?”

Ning An didn’t know how many times he voiced his wonder.

Hearing this, the Earth God looked at him in surprise and questioningly said:

“Isn’t this an Immortal’s abode?”

Ning An felt awkward, about to explain when the Earth God continued:

“Young master, we’ve arrived.”

Ning An turned his head to see a group of Witch Race’s Yin Cha coming to meet them.

The leading figure, wearing a white robe, had a thin layer of white powder on his face, appearing somewhat cakey. Seeing Ning An, in excitement, his drooping tongue completely disregarded, and his massive figure instantly filled Ning An’s view.

“Bai… Bai Wuchang, elder?”

Ning An hesitantly addressed.

“Hey, calling that black guy ’brother’ and me ’elder’, do I look that old!”

Once Ning An recognized him, Bai Wuchang grew excited, but seeing how Ning An addressed him, he feigned anger and said.

“Brother Bai.”

Hearing this address from Ning An, Bai Wuchang’s face immediately brightened, waving to the Earth God:

“Fellow Daoist, I’ll trouble you to wait here a bit.”

“Not an issue, Daoist, please proceed.”

With that, Ning An was led away by the group of Witch Race’s Yin Cha.

“Hmm~ Fellow Daoist Ning, that gentle person, could you perhaps be that person in the mortal realm…”

“Spout nonsense about tongues again, you’ll find yourselves in Avici Hell for punishment!”

Bai Wuchang frowned at his tactless peers, feeling troubled, then sternly said:

“Our Underworld Bureau exists to maintain stability among the Six Paths and serve beings within the Three Realms, never operating beyond our authority!

Take this young friend, we treat all beings with courtesy if they come to our Netherworld!”

The other Witch Race’s Yin Cha quickly applauded, racking their brains for words of praise, yet found their minds lacking in this area…

Approaching the Inner City, it was forbidden to pass through from here, as it was a forbidden area, save for a few, no Holy Spirit could step foot here.

From afar, it was shrouded in Chaotic Qi, vaguely seen, only a branch exposed outside.

Though called a branch, it was exceptionally grand, larger than a peak formed by a planet, yet compared to its trunk, it seemed small.

The revealed part of the branch, in Ning An’s perception, was lifeless, resembling a resplendent art piece.

“Brother Bai, what tree is that?” Ning An pointed to the tree and curiously asked.

Bai Wuchang followed Ning An’s direction, then chuckled and said:

“Oh, it’s said to be the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree left by Pangu the Great God at the dawn of chaos, though whether true or not remains indeterminable. After all, as you’ve seen, it’s now lifeless, unable to even connect the Netherworld.”

“Brother Bai, aren’t there any ancient records about it?” Ning An asked curiously.

“There are, plenty! Especially those so-called scholars from the mortal realm, who love asking for paper to jot things down from us.

The most favored claim among us is that the Heaven-Reaching Divine Wood isn’t dead, but undergoing a transformation through death to life, and will eventually revive completely, becoming one with creation, reaching the heights of Pangu the Great God.”

Watching the entranced Ning An, Bai Wuchang didn’t interrupt, just continued the journey.

Reaching the gates of the Inner City, Bai Wuchang gently reminded:

“Brother, we’ve arrived at Fengdu Inner City.”

Following Bai Wuchang’s gaze, Ning An laid eyes on Fengdu Inner City.

The entire Inner City was enveloped in boundless colorful runes, suspended within an immeasurable abyss.

Innumerable spirits swarmed like moths to a flame, being relentlessly guided and pressed here by paired Yin Cha…

The Six Paths of Reincarnation!

Such a scene, Ning An naturally thought of the cycle of reincarnation.

Soon Ning An dismissed this thought, next he would face possibly the second greatest opportunity of his life!

After careful consideration, Ning An finally decided…

To first get some answers out of Bai Wuchang.

Quietly, Ning An asked, “Brother Bai, what kind of magnificent elder image does Emperor Fengdu have?”

What’s the image?

This question is… so direct.

Bai Wuchang replied with a bitter look, “Brother, asked so suddenly, I don’t really know how to respond to you.”

Seeing this, the Witch Race’s Yin Cha behind him, suddenly felt smart, confidently stepping forward to reply: “Hey, Fellow Daoist Ning, you asked the wrong person. We only get to see the Emperor Distinct male one fleeting glance during each epochal Witch Race gathering.

But rest assured, fellow Daoist, he’s our ancestor, looks likely similar to us.”

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Ning An felt his calmed heart clench once again…

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