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Chapter 1822: 1822

The Vermilion Bird was a rather composed divine creature . As it had lived and relived the long stretch of time from the ancient era to the present, its patience was perfectly understandable .



Moreover, the bird didn't know enough about the abilities of its divine opponent . In light of this, it didn't want to make promises it couldn't fulfill .

The Xiahou forefather was desperate to return . He rushed back to the capital with almost suicidal speed .

As he sped along, he frowned . His consciousness and vision tipped him off to a forest of thin, silken threads that scintillated in the light . They covered almost every patch of the nearby empty space .

Though they didn’t look particularly special, the Xiahou forefather felt a pressing sense of danger . Not the lethal kind, but danger nevertheless .

“Has someone set up an ambush for me here?” A scary thought jumped into his mind . He swept the environment; the terrain was harsh and unsuitable for a sneak attack .

Nevertheless, peril hung in the air .  

As a divine realm cultivator, the forefather’s senses were extremely sharp . Ordinarily, he would’ve scouted out his surroundings to find the root of the problem . Since he was in a hurry, he eschewed this course of action .

Harrumphing, he turned to bypass this area . He couldn’t make heads or tails of the threads with a single glance, but they were evidently here to hinder him . The prospect of being waylaid instantly filled him with caution .

“The venerated forefather aside, the sacred land’s three primes are only peak empyrean or demigods . They wouldn’t possibly dare attack me here . ”



This was the confidence unique to a divine expert . Handling at least three to five demigods at the same time was easy enough for a full-fledged one .

Attaining godhood and the recognition of the heavenly dao lent a cultivator a special strength that was utterly incomprehensible to those below his realm . It was a power that drew from the very essence of heaven and earth itself .

However, the Xiahou forefather wanted to get back to his house more than anything . He wasn’t interested in potential delays . No matter how he tried to go around though, the threads seemed unavoidable . They were absolutely everywhere!

The Xiahou forefather furrowed his brow deeper and harrumphed once more . He hadn’t wanted to waste time, but that didn't mean he couldn’t cut through these threads . He believed these colorful strands were woven with poison . This was why he’d been careful in the first place .

“Petty trickery . Out of my way!” The Xiahou forefather fired balls of lightning from his palm in fury . They exploded midair in a series of pops .

The detonation of these electric spheres caused currents of air to blast in every direction . The threads splintered and broke accordingly, their fragments tossed into the wind .

The Xiahou forefather clasped both hands together, causing the currents rampaging about to gradually cluster . In no time at all, the prismatic strings were sucked into a ball above the forefather’s head .

“Hmph . Using poison before me? Pathetic!” The Xiahou forefather was livid . He dusted his sleeves before continuing .

It was at this moment that the scenery shifted before his eyes; he was transported in a trancelike state into an otherworldly realm . A pocket of space that seemed almost like nirvana, filled with the same kind of fiery lotus in every corner . They glowed with a burning radiance, almost indistinguishable from real flames .



The Xiahou forefather was very serious now . He instinctively believed he had entered a formation .

It was extraordinary in that it divided him from the outside world . Even a divine expert like him had ventured in unknowingly . As an experienced cultivator, the forefather didn't panic because of his newfound location .

In his opinion, no formation could be perfect . This specific one that had trapped him was no different . If he could find the flaw, he would be able to walk out with impunity .

The Xiahou forefather cast his eyes before him . Through careful observation, he noticed a few secrets hidden in the formation . It appeared to be an interjoining of countless extradimensional spaces, their layers both piling atop and connected to each other .


Without guidance, someone lost within could only wander like a headless fly, forever doomed to be directionless within the maze .

Naturally, he wasn't so foolish . His divine eye revealed to him all the connections between the spaces . As it did so, the lotuses beneath his feet opened their petals, opening their brutish maws upon him .

“How childish!” The forefather grunted . It was absurd to think an attack of this caliber could hurt a god!

He knew that he was trapped in a formation with an intrinsically complex structure, but the lotuses posed little threat to his personal safety . He flew back and forth freely through the lotuses like a bird . Regardless of the ferocity and agility of the plants, the forefather remained untouchable .

“Hmm, I’ve been here before . ” Having looked for clues as to the exit for quite a while, he finally managed to trace something down .

Mid-jump, the lobes of his ears wiggled . A hitherto unfelt sense of emergency struck him in a flash .

“Hmm? What?” A divine expert had quick reactions . He disappeared on the spot in a wisp of blue smoke . At the same time, the air was cut apart by the shrill sounds of crimson feathers in flight .

The Vermilion Bird’s feathers blinked into existence like keen knives, ignoring the laws of physics in the process . If not for the Xiahou forefather’s reflexes, he would’ve been riddled with holes already .

The forefather paused before perching on an opposite corner . There was no more arrogance in his eyes . Inexhaustible prudence replaced it . There was life around that could threaten his own!

He took a closer look at the feathers that had nearly taken his life . His heart was shaken . “Vermilion feathers? Do they belong to that vermilion bird?”

Duke Xiaoyao had informed him in his message about the sacred fowl responsible for smashing House Xiahou into the dirt . A vermilion bird, straight out of the ancient era . Was the bird active here as well?

The Xiahou forefather took a lot more care now that an opponent was around .

It was at this time that an ocean of red clouds swept toward him from every direction . Sky and earth were swallowed up in a sea of crimson . The silhouette of a bird was barely visible behind the haze . The Xiahou forefather felt his heart tense at the sight .

“So it is the Vermilion Bird!” he murmured . He was anxious rather than scared; the energies the bird gave off indicated that it wouldn't be an easy enemy to defeat . If he couldn't break free from the Vermilion Bird’s deterrence and assist House Xiahou, his house would be in even greater danger .

The Xiahou forefather began to hate the imperial one . If that man hadn’t left at such a crucial time, wouldn’t things have turned out better?

No amount of complaining was going to do any good, though . He knew he needed to break through the Vermilion Bird’s blockade as quickly as possible .

It was ideal if he could tame the bird for himself, but that was probably even more difficult than defeating it .

The Xiahou forefather sank into deep thought, attempting to come up with a strategy . He wasn't a high level god – only second level divine, in fact .

He might be a level higher than the imperial forefather, but initial divine realm nevertheless .

He didn't have an absolute advantage against a creature of an ancient bloodline like the Vermilion Bird . Moreover, the bird was clearly much more prepared than he, which added to his concerns .

“Daoist Vermilion Bird,” the Xiahou forefather spoke, “Eternal Divine Nation has never had ancient beasts residing here before . Your appearance is a sign of fortune for us . House Xiahou has never had any ideas of opposing ancient sacred beasts . Why are you blocking my way here?”

The Vermilion Bird could understand the human tongue, but it didn't know how to speak it . Not that it would have deigned to reply to the Xiahou forefather, at any rate . Snorting, it cast a meteoric swarm of countless fireballs toward the Xiahou forefather .

The area of effect of this attack covered nearly every visible inch of ground . Even a god would be seriously injured without defending himself .

The Xiahou forefather didn’t dare take the attack lightly . With a swish of his robes, he vanished into space once more on the breeze, reappearing in a safer place .

Unfortunately, he was also stuck in a formation that prevented him from escaping its boundaries regardless of his attempts to escape . This crimped his style somewhat .





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