“Don’t compare yourself to the ancient Heaven-Swallowing Beast.”
“Think about what this place is called.”
“This is the Heaven-Swallowing World, the domain of the ancient Heaven-Swallowing Beast.”
The old woman said.
“But if the ancient Heaven-Swallowing Beast could leave, we surely can too.”
“There must be a way.”
Chu Feng said.
But the old woman shook her head at his words.
“Young man, since you’re here, let go of your past and start anew. Don’t think about leaving, it’s futile. You’ll never find a way out.”
As she spoke, she turned and walked away, hands behind her back.
“Grandma.”
At that moment, a woman’s voice came from outside the hall.
A graceful figure descended from the sky, landing at the hall’s entrance.
With the door open, Chu Feng clearly saw her appearance.
Clear eyes, delicate features.
Her figure was near perfection.
She was stunning, flawless, almost otherworldly.
Wearing a white gown, she landed with her skirt fluttering, like a fairy descending.
No, not like, she was a fairy.
Her ethereal aura was beyond mortal.
Her beauty surpassed mere charm, capable of enchanting all.
Chu Feng had seen countless beauties on his journey from the lower realms, but this woman captivated him deeply.
Such beauty was rare.
A beauty transcending the mundane.
Truly a fairy-like woman.
“Ugly, you’re back.”
The old woman said to the beautiful woman.
“Ugly?”
“Is this the granddaughter she called hideously ugly?”
Chu Feng was shocked.
“Grandma, why call me ugly again? Outsiders praise me as a fairy.”
The woman said.
“Fairy? When I was young, I was a fairy.”
“You’re hideously ugly, stop embarrassing me outside.”
The old woman said with disdain, utterly serious.
Chu Feng realised it wasn’t that her granddaughter was ugly.
The old woman’s sense of beauty and ugliness was skewed.
But the woman seemed used to it.
Unfazed, she looked at Chu Feng with a radiant smile, “When did you wake?”
“Just now.”
“Thanks for your help.”
Chu Feng clasped his fists.
“No need for thanks. I’m Fu Mo Xin’er.”
“What’s your name?”
Fu Mo Xin’er asked.
“I’m Chu Feng.”
Chu Feng replied.
“Chu Feng, nice name.”
“Wait here a moment.”
“I need to speak with my grandma.”
Fu Mo Xin’er said, moving to lead her grandmother away.
But the old woman shook off her hand, saying, “Speak here.”
“Grandma, it’s about my brother.”
Fu Mo Xin’er glanced at Chu Feng as she spoke.
“I’ll step away.”
Chu Feng, sensible, stood to leave, sensing a private matter.
“No need.”
The old woman grabbed him, gesturing for him to stay.
“Ugly, just say it.”
She said to Fu Mo Xin’er.
“Grandma, I’ve got news of my brother.”
“He’s trapped by the Nether Ice Palace. Only a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist can break the seal. If you don’t act, he’ll die.”
Fu Mo Xin’er said.
“I told you both countless times not to leave the sealed domain.”
“You didn’t listen, especially your brother. Wandering is one thing, but provoking the Nether Ice Palace?”
“He’s asking for death.”
“Trapped now, it’s his own fault. I won’t save him.”
The old woman said.
“Grandma, he’s your grandson, the heir of our Fu Mo clan, and he has no children yet.”
“If he dies, our clan’s lineage ends.”
Fu Mo Xin’er grew anxious.
“You two are so useless, our clan’s lineage ended long ago.”
“Stop mentioning your brother, or I’ll lock you up.”
The old woman, far from softening, grew furious, flew up, and left.
“Grandma, you…”
Fu Mo Xin’er didn’t pursue, looking helpless.
“Where’s your brother trapped?”
Chu Feng stepped forward to ask.
“The forbidden area of the Nether Ice Palace.”
Fu Mo Xin’er replied.
“A Saint-Cloak World Spiritist can save him?”
Chu Feng asked.
“Needs to be Dragon-Mark level.”
Fu Mo Xin’er said.
“Let’s go, I should be able to help.”
Chu Feng said.
“You?”
Fu Mo Xin’er looked at him, surprised.
“Don’t joke, you’re younger than me.”
“We’re juniors, how could you be a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak?”
She didn’t believe him.
“Guess I’m on my own.”
Fu Mo Xin’er said, flying off swiftly.
Chu Feng was stunned. As a junior, she had Supreme Realm cultivation.
Though only First-Rank Supreme, it was impressive for her age.
Chu Feng followed, flying after her.
He could see Fu Mo Xin’er cared deeply for her brother.
Owing her a favour, he wouldn’t stand by if he could help.
“You can keep up?”
Fu Mo Xin’er was surprised as Chu Feng caught up.
“My cultivation’s below yours, but I’m a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.”
“I have power comparable to Supreme Realm.”
Chu Feng released his barrier power, shimmering with dragon marks.
Fu Mo Xin’er’s mouth fell open in shock.
“You’re really a Dragon-Mark Saint-Cloak World Spiritist.”
“Amazing, no wonder the ancient Heaven-Swallowing Beast left this world to devour you.”
“Great, my idiot brother’s saved.”
She was ecstatic.
“Left the Heaven-Swallowing World? What does that mean?”
“Does it cost the beast to leave?”
Chu Feng focused on her unintended remark.
“Of course, it shortens their lifespan.”
Fu Mo Xin’er said.
“Shortens lifespan?”
Chu Feng pondered.
“Why so curious? Planning to leave?”
Fu Mo Xin’er asked.
“Of course, my family and friends are out there.”
Chu Feng said.
“Easy, I can help you leave.”
Fu Mo Xin’er said.
“Help me?”
Chu Feng’s expression grew complex.
The old woman said it was impossible to leave.
Yet her granddaughter claimed she could help.
Who was lying to him?
