Chapter 899: The Stench of Love and Mentorship
Chapter 899: The Stench of Love and Mentorship
The Dead Realm Overlords are in conflict?
Upon hearing Lyon's speculation, everyone exchanged glances, and then...
"That's highly unlikely, isn't it?"
The Capricorn Director spoke first, blinking uncertainly. "Although they're all called Dead Realm Overlords, the First Death is different from the others. Even among the Pillar Gods, he's one of the strongest. During his prime, he could even rival the once-supreme Four Pillar Gods."
"Even later, when he felt limited by his abilities and decided to distribute most of his Death Authority to better manage the deceased, he remained the strongest Overlord in the Dead Realm. How could he just disappear like that?"
"I also find it strange..."
The Cancer Director, with his large belly, furrowed his brows after a moment of thought. "Although the First Death is a neutral party and doesn't have much influence over others, he is indeed the oldest and the leader of the Dead Realm Overlords. According to the Bureau's records, he once fought with GenSan to prevent the Hexa-Cheek Stag from leaving the Dead Realm and returning to the living world. He should have a high level of authority among the Overlords. How could he be eliminated due to internal conflict?"
"It might be some kind of conspiracy!"
The Archery Director narrowed his eyes, his face filled with suspicion. "The Dead Realm Overlords might be plotting something, so they used the soul fragment of Aquarius to send us false information... Oh, GenSan!"
As he spoke, the Archery Director seemed to remember something. He turned and looked at the old man, his brows furrowed in inquiry.
"You've had more dealings with the First Death than I have. What do you think about this news?"
"I don't want to hear it!"
The old man reached into the pot and stirred, but couldn't even find a spoon handle. Frustrated, he stomped his foot and shouted in Lyon's direction. "I told you not to come over here! Damn it! I've even put the God of Forging in the pot! What if I throw a spoon in there too?"
"..."
What? You're a thousand-year-old Parkinson's patient, and you blame me when you can't hold the spoon steady and it falls into the pot?
Lyon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the agitated old man. He then ignored the forging fanatic and suggested, "Taurus, we won't get anywhere just sitting here and pondering. Why don't I go and check the situation at Sage's Graveyard and the No Return Path first?
You all know my abilities. If the First Death is truly in trouble, the No Return Path will also be affected. I just need to touch the path, and we can confirm the truth of this news."
"That's the most direct..."
After nodding in agreement with Lyon's suggestion, the Taurus Director looked at Lyon's pale face and his soul, which had a distinct sense of fragmentation. He then frowned and said, "But it's better to send someone else. Your current state doesn't look good, and we don't know the Dead Realm Overlords' intentions. It might be dangerous to go out rashly."
"Taurus, I'm fine," Lyon assured.
"Nonsense! How can you be fine after losing a quarter of your soul?" The silver-haired old lady glared at Lyon disapprovingly. "With your unsteady gait, don't even think about moving. Hurry up and find a coffin to lie down in, and repair your damaged soul!"
"But what about the No Return Path..."
"Let Pisces handle it."
The Taurus Director shook his head. "The secret arts of the Palace of Gold Fish are similar to your abilities. It's just a matter of checking if the No Return Path is functioning or not. He can do it just as well. You should take care of yourself first!"
"..."
Alright then.
Gazing at the silver-haired old lady's stubborn expression, Lyon realized there was no room for negotiation. He had no choice but to heed her concern, abandoning his plan to go out and inspect the situation. He quickly found a newly unearthed coffin, intending to lie down and repair his soul, but...
"Find another coffin!"
After fishing the Forge God out of the pot, his eyes rolling in annoyance, Lyon saw an iron spoon stuck in his forehead. The Third-Generation Director, his beard trembling with distress, turned to look at him and glared, "You startled me! The materials are all ruined! Find a coffin farther away from me and lie down. Don't disturb my forging!"
"..."
You're so troublesome!
Lyon couldn't help but roll his eyes at the old man. Since the Forge God was the master of his craft, Lyon had no choice but to close the coffin lid he had opened and find another one farther away, all while enduring the bewildered gaze of the deceased within.
"Farther! Even farther!"
"..."
Damn it, you're still not satisfied?
As he watched the old man, now more than 800 meters away, still shouting for him to move farther, Lyon closed his eyes for a moment. He decided to publicly acknowledge their master-apprentice relationship when he returned, but for now, he grudgingly walked another dozen meters away.
"Alright, that one! The freshly dug one!"
Lyon couldn't help but sigh.
Fine, fine, whatever you say!
Finally, with the old man's approval, Lyon, with a sullen face, walked to an opened grave and kicked away the worm-eaten ebony coffin lid. Suddenly...
He locked eyes with Emma, who was sitting inside the ebony coffin with her knees drawn up, tears streaking down her face, looking at him in panic.
Huh?!
Lyon froze for a moment, then felt a strong force on his buttocks, propelling him down into a warm and soft embrace.
Heh, let's see how you get out of this now!
With a loud bang, the coffin lid was closed, and two gravestones were placed on top to secure it. The Third-Generation Director quietly approached Lyon from behind, nodding in satisfaction. He then walked back, catching the curious gazes of the onlookers, and waved his hand imperiously at the bewildered Taurus Director.
"What are you staring at? Come and assist me! Can't you see it's time to start the forging?"
"GenSan..."
The ebony coffin, which had just moved slightly, became still. The Taurus Director sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. "What was that you just did...?"
"I was eliminating the source of contamination. It's like cleaning the pot before cooking. Besides, he'll thank me later when he's out."
Waving his hand to dismiss any concerns, the old man recalled the two rapid heartbeats he had heard earlier, and a smile of benevolence, unique to a master forger, spread across his face.
"Tsk tsk, youth is wonderful, isn't it?"
"..."
"Indeed."
...
Hmm?
Looking at the Sage's Graveyard, the only structure still standing on the No Return Path, the Faceless Man seemed to catch a strange scent. His nose, or rather, the skin where his nose should be, twitched slightly.
Odd... Why is there a strange, sour odor coming from the Sage's Graveyard?
(End of Chapter)
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