I Want to Burn the Sky

However, it was just a veil, yet he actually couldn't recognize her. After the joy of seeing her for the first time, Lee Xianrou couldn't help but get angry when she thought of the remnant soul of her elder brother in her storage bag.    

She looked at Guu Feng and at the man she had admired for a long time. That trace of unfamiliarity was born in her heart.    

She looked at Guu Feng and saw the anxiety on his face. She heard that the human puppet was still being modified. Wails kept sounding out. Lee Xianrou said softly,    

"I can give the order to let them go."    

"But, you have to do one thing for me."    

"Okay" Without any hesitation, Guu Feng gave a very straightforward answer.    

"Aren't you going to ask what I want you to do?" Lee Xianrou laughed.    

Guu Feng shook his head. At this moment, his emotions were too complicated.    

"Let's stop for now."    

Lee Xianrou's voice was heard. Next to the underground river, Tian Meng and Tian Heng frowned and looked at each other. The Pattern Clan cultivator who was lying on the human-shaped groove finally heaved a sigh of relief.    

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Guu Feng looked at Lee Xianrou who was sitting on the throne. There was only a distance of ten meters between them, but it was actually so far away.    

"Rebuild my brother's body." Lee Xianrou said lightly.    

"Rebuild the body?" Guu Feng frowned.    

"Rouer, Lee Zeyuan only has a wisp of his soul left. Even with my cultivation base, I can't reconstruct his fleshly body, let alone when he was still alive, he hadn't even reached the Awakening Stage Realm."    

"It's impossible to reconstruct his body. It's already good enough that this wisp of his soul can be preserved."    

Guu Feng frowned and looked at Lee Xianrou. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he couldn't.    

"With our cultivation levels, we naturally can't do it. However, I can do it somewhere."    

Obviously, Lee Xianrou was prepared for how to reconstruct Lee Zeyuan's body.    

Guu Feng was puzzled.    

"Do you know why the people of Essence Artifact Clan stayed here?" Lee Xianrou said. Seeing Guu Feng's silent expression, she continued.    

"It seems like Master doesn't know much."    

Lee Xianrou laughed. Her laughter did not sound happy at all.    

"Master, do you know how many people have become saints in the tens of thousands of years of the Great Cang?"    

Guu Feng just looked at Lee Xianrou quietly.    

"Seventy-two, including the Pattern Saint from twenty years ago. If you really want to talk about it, Master, you are still the grandson of Pattern Saint."    

"Why do you know?" Was this still the Rouer that he knew? How could that feeling of unfamiliarity become stronger and stronger?    

"The saintess of Essence Artifact Clan has been passed down from generation to generation. She has not only inherited her cultivation base and divine ability, but also her memories. At this moment, I am no longer the ignorant Rouer."    

Lee Xianrou said faintly.    

"Seventy-two Saints. The closest one, Pattern Saint, died in the war twenty years ago. It was also after Pattern Saint died that the Essence Artifact Clan migrated here."    

Lee Xianrou smiled mysteriously.    

"You mean, Pattern Saint died here?" Guu Feng's expression was solemn.    

Lee Xianrou nodded, "When Pattern Saint fell back then, his body was fought over. His head carried Pattern Saint's will and rushed into the ground."    

"Rumor has it that this is the last place where Pattern Saint went into seclusion. This is the place where he broke through to the Great Circle of the Profound Opening Realm and broke through to the Saint Stage."    

"That head should have hidden itself in the place of seclusion under the will of Pattern Saint. As long as I can obtain that head, my brother will be able to reconstruct his body."    

"The head of a saint is where the essence of the body resides. It has the effect of reviving the dead, and it can even repair the divine soul."    

When Lee Xianrou spoke up to this point, Guu Feng calmly said, "Since that's the case, you can just take that head."    

Lee Xianrou smiled.    

"Essence Artifact Clan has been here for more than ten years, but they still haven't found the place where they were locked up. Do you think it would be that simple?" Lee Xianrou glanced at Guu Feng.    

At this moment, Lee Xianrou's every movement and gesture revealed an ancient feeling, as if she had lived for hundreds of years.    

The Essence Artifact Clan had existed in the Great Vast World for too long, and the saintess had been passed down for countless generations. According to Lee Xianrou, the memories that she passed down were all inherited by the saintess of the past.    

Having too many memories might be a painful thing.    

"The place where Pattern Saint is in seclusion. With his cultivation base back then, do you think it would be so easy to find him?"    

Looking at Lee Xianrou, Guu Feng asked, "How do you want me to help you?"    

"Not to help me, but to help you and them." Lee Xianrou pointed outside.    

"Since you have Pattern Saint's bloodline flowing in your body, it is naturally easier to find that place of seclusion." Lee Xianrou stood up.    

"Alright, I promise you." Guu Feng nodded.    

"Only three days. Three days later, if we still can't find the Pattern Saint Skull, my brother's divine soul will no longer exist. At that time, they will all die."    

As she spoke casually, Lee Xianrou took a deep look at Guu Feng and said, "Including you."    

After she finished speaking, Lee Xianrou turned her head to the side and waved her hand, "You can leave."    

Guu Feng sighed and looked at Lee Xianrou before withdrawing from the main hall.    

After Guu Feng left, Lee Xianrou's delicate body softened and her right hand rested on the armrest of the throne. Her pretty face was filled with tears.    

Lee Xianrou stared blankly at the entrance of the hall and the tightly shut door after Guu Feng left.    

"Master... don't blame Rouer."    

After Guu Feng left the hall, he was once again locked up in a cage.    

"Soul King, are you alright?" The Great Elder asked loudly from a cage not far away.    

Guu Feng, who was filled with worries, didn't say anything. He looked at the slowly flowing underground river below the cage. Even his thoughts seemed to be carried away by the icy cold water.    

Guu Feng had already known about his origins after meeting his birth mother, Ling Long. He also knew that Pattern Saint's bloodline flowed in his body.    

Guu Feng did not have much feelings for Pattern Saint, the person he had never met before.    

Being imprisoned in the cage, Guu Feng didn't know how to describe his current feelings. He knew that once he returned to the Peak Cultivation, he would be able to rush out of this cage.    

Although these people from the Essence Artifact Clan were very strange, whether it was the means to transform human cultivators into puppets or the spiritual energy cannons that could shoot out beams of spiritual energy.    

As long as he was given some more time, he would be able to fully recover the energy in his body. It wouldn't be difficult for him to get out of this cage.    

Furthermore, Gu Feng could have delayed it for a few more days until he recovered to his peak condition, and then he would lead the four elders to kill his way out.    

It could be said that this was what Guu Feng thought before he saw Rouer.    

However, the current Guu Feng had changed his mind.    

It was not for Lee Zeyuan. It was for Lee Xianrou, the girl who had protected him and accompanied him at all costs.    

This relationship was different from the relationship between Guu Feng and Qin Ling, at least in Guu Feng's eyes.    

Fortunately, Tian Heng and Tian Meng no longer transformed them into puppets.    

Because they were in the depths of the underground, Guu Feng didn't know how long it had been.