Chapter 906: 906 Eternal Day Time Prison
Chapter 907: 907. Greetings, Holy Son!
“To resurrect me? Enter the Eternal Day Time Prison?” Xia Feng’s head throbbed. Although he didn’t know what it was like inside the Eternal Day Time Prison, seeing Gong Changyi’s pale face, he knew it wouldn’t be easy.
“Yellin, where did you hear that the Holy Son is not dead?” the woman in the green dress questioned in a deep voice. “Why didn’t you capture him?”
The pink-haired woman took out another lollipop and stuffed it into her cheek. She snorted, “That brat is notoriously cunning and insidious. Why don’t you go out and catch him yourself?”
“Besides, he was surrounded by Huang Zhaoyue, Jin Yangtian, and others at the Black Moon General Court. It was very chaotic. In the end, he escaped using some unknown method. Tsk tsk, it made me worry for nothing and almost made me help him. In my opinion, who would die except that scourge?”
Xia Feng: “.”
The woman in the green dress was silent for a moment, then looked at another pink-haired woman holding a sword. “Yujiu, what do you think?”
The sword-wielding woman’s expression was indifferent, but her tone was serious. “If all else fails, we will sacrifice Yellin to extend the Goddess’s lifespan.”
“?” Yellin almost stumbled. Her charming little face was full of resentment. “I’m your twin sister!”
“Don’t worry, Rin, after you die, your sister will live well for you,” the sword-wielding woman said as she patted Yellin’s shoulder in comfort.
“.”
Yellin rolled her eyes at her and couldn’t be bothered to speak.
However, in fact, she had long been prepared to sacrifice herself. Death was not something to be feared.
It was just a pity that she wouldn’t be able to witness the Goddess ascend to godhood and step into the Star Palace.
“Is there really no way to capture the Holy Son?” someone asked.
Yellin shook her head. “What if we catch him? What if that guy is unwilling to awaken the Goddess? For him, awakening the Goddess would undoubtedly be walking into a trap. The Goddess’s actions are no different from suicide.”
Listening to the women’s conversation, Xia Feng sighed inwardly. He knew clearly that Gong Changyi was not committing suicide, but gambling with her life!
She was gambling that if he, her cheap brother, was still alive, he would definitely come to save her!
And if he had already died, then she had also gambled correctly, giving him a chance to be resurrected using the Eternal Day Time Prison.
Xia Feng really couldn’t understand. How could this woman be so bold?!
Setting aside whether he was willing to save her or not, just him coming to Burning Heaven Island… If he hadn’t ‘taken the initiative’ to come, wouldn’t this woman have died?
“I won’t say more. Yellin, this daytime water can only last for three more months. Continue leading the Goddess Fleet to search for the Holy Son’s trace.”
The woman in the green dress ordered in a deep voice. “Only after finding him can we discuss whether the Holy Son is willing to save the Goddess.”
“Also, the North Gate is currently undergoing the ‘Saint Path Ritual’ and has reached a critical stage. Do not leave from the North Gate to avoid interfering with the Year Lord’s plan.”
Saint Path Ritual? Year Lord’s plan? Xia Feng mused. The North Gate should be where the ten Beast Masters were just now. Strange, what exactly were these Burning Heaven Evil Disciples doing?
It seemed to be a significant matter.
Burning Heaven had three Gods and one Holy Lord: the Destruction Star God, the Heavenly Gift Great Calamity, the Eternal Day Goddess, and the Burning Heaven Holy Lord.
The Burning Heaven Holy Lord was the founder of the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall, a very mysterious figure named [Nian], who was revered as the [Year Lord].
Of course, although there were three Gods and one Holy Lord, the Heavenly Gift Great Calamity and the Eternal Day Goddess were both stuck below the Divine Realm for various reasons, and had not returned to the Divine Realm for a long time.
The strongest officially was the Destruction Star God, who was also the root cause of the major imperial powers’ fear of the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall.
As for the Year Lord, almost no one had seen him make a move, and his strength was unknown.
“Alright, I’m leaving. Take good care of the Goddess.” Yellin waved her hand and walked towards the door. “I hope I can catch that brat this time!”
Xia Feng silently watched the pink-haired older sister’s receding figure. As she was about to leave the hall and step through the space gate.
“You just said she only has three months left to live?” a male voice suddenly echoed in the misty, cool hall.
The twelve women in green dresses by the shore, as well as the Yellin and Yujiu twins, their expressions changed slightly, and their gazes simultaneously locked onto the bottom of the pond.
“Who! Get out!” The leader in the green dress shouted with authority. The terrifying pressure was like a tangible substance, causing the pond water to churn and boil, splashing scaldingly.
As countless water droplets rose, a man in white clothes appeared out of thin air.
He looked like a young man no older than twenty. He walked on the water with his hands behind his back, his deep pupils slightly raised as he looked around at the women on the shore, a mocking smile hooking the corners of his lips.
“What, is this how you greet your Holy Son, everyone?”
His voice was clear and bright, and everyone couldn’t help but freeze, their minds stiffening as they failed to react.
After all, they were too familiar with this man’s face.
As the Goddess’s closest confidantes, the fourteen of them naturally knew the Holy Son’s appearance and true identity: Xia Feng!
In order to find Xia Feng, all fourteen of them saw this man’s face in their dreams. They had specifically studied and clearly remembered Xia Feng’s hobbies, personality, soul aura, the smell of his blood, and even various aspects of his size.
However, nearly a year had passed. The size the Goddess had measured with her hands last time was probably no longer accurate.
Of course, that wasn’t the point.
The point was… this guy actually came in on his own initiative? When did he arrive? How did they not sense him at all?
“Heh heh~” A cold laugh echoed. As butterfly flowers fell, Yellin’s figure materialized in front of Xia Feng. Her delicate fingers hooked his jaw, and her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.
Xia Feng smiled. “Little Ye, it’s been a while.”
He had met this woman named Yellin when he had just escaped from District 51 and was being pursued by the Goddess Fleet.
At that time, this woman claimed to be his elder and told him to call her ‘Aunt Ye’.
“Heh heh~ Indeed, it’s been a long time, Holy Son!” she said through gritted teeth, pinching Xia Feng’s chin. She smiled charmingly, but her voice was chilling. “I let you escape last time! This time—”
“Little Ye, are you sure you want to be so disrespectful to this Holy Son?” Xia Feng interrupted directly, smiling faintly.
“.”
“Yellin! Step down!” The leader in the green dress commanded in a light, irrefutable tone.
The pink-haired older sister took a deep breath, snorted, and took half a step back.
Xia Feng’s gaze turned towards the shore. The mist dispersed, revealing the leader in the green dress sitting cross-legged in front of an ancient zither. Her appearance was completely clear.
To Xia Feng’s surprise.
This leader in the green dress was none other than Shi Li, the Head of Beast Masters, who had been at the Stellar Clock just now.
Could it be an Incarnation?
The woman had an elegant temperament, carrying the grace and authority of a superior. She slowly stood up and stood beside the ancient zither on the shore.
In the swirling mist, she placed one hand over her chest and bowed respectfully to Xia Feng. “Shi Li, greetings, Holy Son.”
The remaining eleven women in green dresses reacted and also knelt on one knee, their clear voices respectfully saying, “Greetings, Holy Son!”
Yujiu’s expression was indifferent, her slender eyebrows furrowed.
Seeing Xia Feng’s interested gaze on her, Yellin deliberately stared at herself. She was immediately furious, her beautiful eyes filled with indignation. After exchanging a glance with Yujiu, she could not help herself.
The two women knelt on one knee towards Xia Feng, lowering their heads and respectfully saying in a deep voice, “Yellin / Yujiu, greetings, Holy Son!”
