Chapter 537. Whereabouts
“If I force my way through the seal and project my divine thought into the Astral Realm, I might be able to locate her,” Di Si said.
Di Si shook her head. “But doing so would be a loss outweighing any gain. Forcing open the seal would wound me severely, giving that remnant spirit an opportunity.”
“However, you needn’t worry too much.”
Di Si looked seriously at her believer. “The Pale Contract Seal has a vast sensing range. As long as she is within a distance of ten Great Areas from you, the seal will detect her.”
Ten Great Areas? Xia Feng’s heart leaped. That was indeed a massive range, providing him ample time to react.
“If you sense her approaching, you can activate the Gate to the World and come over. She won’t be able to do anything to you.”
Xia Feng blinked, a hint of confusion on his face. “If I may ask, does your Lord Dragon God intend not to use a Divine Thought Avatar to enter the Real World?”
The star-skirt woman pursed her lips and shook her head helplessly. “Although I don’t know the remnant spirit’s true intentions, it’s best to be cautious. My strength is less than one-tenth of what it once was, so I cannot easily divide my divine thought into an avatar again.”
“But, the existence of that remnant spirit isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
As she spoke, Di Si’s majestic vertical pupils narrowed slightly. “I cannot descend to her realm now, but if she approaches you, I can use the Pale Contract Seal as a medium to establish a link with her physical body in the Real World and merge her memories! This will indirectly allow me to break free from this Place of Seal and possess a Physical Body in the Real World.”
Hearing this, Xia Feng understood.
In essence, he didn’t need to fear the Eighth Generation too much. If this remnant spirit dared to seek him out, it was uncertain who would emerge victorious. Perhaps this formidable Eighth Generation Dragon God was here to deliver easy points, to mend Di Si’s lost memories, and even to boost Di Si’s strength further as she gained a physical body in the Real World.
With everything clarified, Xia Feng felt a sense of ease.
His taut nerves relaxed, and his gaze fell upon a book by the divine seat, which looked like a diary.
A diary? He reached out for it, but the woman on the divine seat stopped him.
Xia Feng blinked and looked up. Miss Evil Dragon’s expression was neutral, tinged with displeasure.
“My believer, you are far too presumptuous, daring to touch the Divine Master’s diary randomly!”
“Do you know your sin?”
The tail coiled around his calf squirmed, tightening its grip. Xia Feng could feel the soft tip of her tail slithering past the bend of his leg and creeping upward towards his thigh.
It was cold. As the scales moved against his skin, their slightly rough texture tickled him. Xia Feng’s eyes twitched, and he placed his hand on the dragon tail on his thigh, meeting Di Si’s gaze with his black eyes and a curious smile.
“Does your Lord Dragon God actually write a diary? What kind of content is in it?”
“…” The star-skirt woman pursed her lips. “This is not something a mere believer like you should know.”
Her face remained aloof and majestic, but the ears beneath her cloud-grey soft hair inexplicably flushed a rosy red, like dewdrops on cherries, crystal clear.
“There is no one in the Place of Seal, so it’s almost impossible for anything worth recording to happen.”
Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. “My Lord Dragon God, you wouldn’t be writing in your diary about how you ‘violate’ your believers all day, would you?”
“!”
“I certainly did not!”
“A 0.3-second hesitation, a lie!” Xia Feng declared righteously, then blinked and shook his head with a sigh. “As expected of an Evil Dragon; you even lie to your believers now.”
“!!”
Di Si’s expression remained cold and majestic, but her fists clenched secretly within her sleeves. She was furious.
This wicked believer was at it again, deliberately provoking her with disrespectful words, trying to make fun of her.
“My believer, do you truly believe I won’t get angry?” Her vertical pupils were filled with anger, her expression serene.
Xia Feng looked at her delicate red lips, which moved as she spoke. He suddenly lowered his head, lightly touching them with a fleeting kiss. Before Di Si could react, he raised his head again.
As if he had done nothing, he asked in a confused and respectful tone:
“My Lord Dragon God, how do you plan to be angry?”
“!!!” What a spoiled and wicked believer! Di Si was thoroughly angered, and the consequences were severe.
Whoosh—
Xia Feng’s back stiffened instantly. The sensation of being tightly bound felt like a slender, fair hand grasping him with force, making his heart clench.
“!”
Xia Feng took a deep breath, saying nothing. He simply kept his back straight, his expression respectfully humble, as if pleading: “My Lord Dragon God, may I continue to ‘blaspheme’ you?”
“…” Di Si’s expression was unreadable. She frowned and tilted her small face, saying softly, “No.”
“Alright, that’s a pity then.” Xia Feng nodded, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Since that’s the case, I’ll have to ‘blaspheme’ your Eighth Generation then.”
“!”
“Can your Eighth Generation still feel my caress now?”
“!?”
The believer’s wicked whisper chuckled softly in her ear. Di Si’s heart felt like it was lodged in her throat. Before she could say anything, his thin lips had already slid down her burning red earlobe.
!
Her graceful, swan-like neck instinctively arched. Her majestic, cold vertical pupils flickered with a hint of daze, and she continued to gaze at the sky, the canopy of the World Tree casting a dark, cloud-like shadow, making the world seem overcast and on the verge of rain.
The Place of Seal was silent.
Unconsciously, Di Si raised her hands and embraced Xia Feng’s black hair in front of her. Her red lips were pressed together tightly, and her vertical pupils, narrowed into dangerous slivers, began to twist and tremble again.
The golden cross on her brow flickered.
The Eighth Generation was, in fact, not much different from her. Perhaps the biggest difference was that the Eighth Generation lacked memories of the believer.
It was like when she first met Xia Feng; she had regarded him as mere an ant, not worth her significant attention.
After an unknown amount of time, Xia Feng finally completed his daily quota of “dragon-absorbing.”
His mental power increased significantly.
However, after experiencing Miss Mu’s vast, star-sea-like mental power, Xia Feng understood that his current mental power was still insignificant.
Fortunately, it was enough for his needs.
Furthermore, Xia Feng felt a pang of regret that the Queen Bee curse on him was troublesome, and even the Lord Dragon God could not remove it.
Therefore, the only remaining method was to find ‘Insect Crystals’ to detoxify himself.
According to Jiang Qiue, both the Ye Li Clan and the Golden Sparrow Flower, two super-power factions, had reserves of Insect Crystals, so it shouldn’t be difficult to find them.
In this light, going to Area 15 to cause trouble for Ye Li Dongjun was inevitable!
After several more tiresome hours with Miss Evil Dragon, Xia Feng finally returned to the Real World.
The moment his soul returned to his physical body, he immediately used the Pale Contract Seal to sense her presence. He detected nothing about the Eighth Generation’s whereabouts.
The Pale Contract Seal could sense within a range of ten Great Areas.
He was currently in the Eternal Flow Sea, between Area 20 and Area 19. This meant the Eighth Generation was not within Areas 10 to 30.
Xia Feng had also previously lingered in Dong Sheng Fortress in Area 43. If the Eighth Generation had not moved, then she was also not within Areas 33 to 51.
This made it 90% certain that the Eighth Generation was within the empire’s Top Ten Great Areas.
As the star wheel continued to advance, the search area would gradually narrow.
Lost in thought, Xia Feng looked around in confusion. On the bay window platform, only a copy of “Dragon Language” lay there alone.
Miss Mu had already left the bedroom.
