CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 87: CELESTIAL COURT, MENG PO SOUP, UNDERWORLD

Looking at the dozens of arrays around the sect, the disciples felt numb, and Master Qingxuan felt numb.

"You will be in charge of tomorrow’s disciple ceremony, and there is no need to tell me about it."

With that said, Chen Lan disappeared.

"Yes, Sect Leader!" Master Qingxuan quickly clasped his fists and bowed.

Immediately, he took a deep breath and continued to focus on his work.

...

Bolan City.

A small village.

Inside a certain household, the stench of blood was overwhelming!

The walls, doors, and bed were all stained with fresh blood.

On the ground lay a man’s corpse in a terrifying death pose.

His chest looked like it had been clawed open by some wild beast, with all his internal organs torn apart, his eyes wide open in death.

Beside the corpse stood a Black Dog, standing on two legs like a human, extremely eerie.

Its claws were dripping with blood, bits of flesh still clinging to them, terrifyingly gruesome.

Its mouth was also stained with foul blood, as if it was still chewing on something.

The Black Dog fixed its gaze on the man’s corpse with a strangely human sense of satisfaction and relief, as if reveling in revenge.

"Who are you?"

At that moment, in the previously empty environment, suddenly a man’s voice sounded.

The Black Dog leapt back, jumping onto the bed, baring its teeth in the direction of the voice, and emitted a low growl like a car engine.

A young man appeared there, shocking the Black Dog because it hadn’t noticed his arrival at all.

There was only one possibility: this man was at a higher realm than it was!

"Who are you?!" the Black Dog asked in a low voice, speaking human words.

"Are you here to avenge this man?" The Black Dog thought of something, becoming somewhat angry, "He killed my mother, killed my brothers. Though I am an animal, I know to repay kindness. If you’re here for revenge, I’m ready to fight."

"No, his death has nothing to do with me," Chen Lan shook his head and smiled.

He wasn’t interested in meddling with all the deaths happening each day.

"Your realm is Mahayana, so it can’t be the Demon Beast, as now, at most, it’s just Nascent Soul," Chen Lan continued.

"What a load of crap Demon Beast, don’t compare me to that trash!" The Black Dog roared angrily at being compared to a Demon Beast by Chen Lan.

"Then are you from the Profound Dust Realm?" Chen Lan suddenly asked.

With those words, the Black Dog’s body shuddered, growing stiff, and its eyes gradually became vacant as it asked in puzzlement, "How do you know that? Could you also be reincarnated?"

"Reincarnation? What do you mean?" Chen Lan caught this keyword and quickly asked.

Indeed, this trip was not in vain; he had sensed it when the Black Dog killed.

He had deliberately set a Barrier here to prevent others from sensing it.

After setting up an Array, he came immediately.

Now seeing the Black Dog’s strong reaction to the Profound Dust Realm, he could judge that this Black Dog and the Blood Demon Ancestor also came from the Profound Dust Realm or perhaps the Blue Star of the past life.

"No, you’re not; you have no memory of this, you’re of the New World," the Black Dog shook his head.

"New World? That’s a good name," Chen Lan nodded and continued, "You still haven’t answered the earlier question."

"I’m sorry, I can’t say," the Black Dog shook his head, unwilling to answer.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a powerful force suddenly sucked him over, and Chen Lan’s strong hand gripped its neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The Black Dog’s eyes widened, its pupils contracted sharply, sensing the terrifying pressure emanating from Chen Lan, causing its breathing to become urgent with fear.

Great Emperor, this is the Supreme Great Emperor!

There is actually a Supreme Great Emperor in the New World!

Such a being had not appeared in the Old World; how could it exist in the New World? This is impossible!

"How about now?" Chen Lan spoke calmly.

His expressionless face filled the Black Dog with terror.

It had just regained its past life memories and didn’t want to die now!

"Great Emperor, I was wrong; let me go, and I’ll tell you everything I know!" the Black Dog quickly spoke.

As soon as the words fell, Chen Lan let go, and the Black Dog fell to the ground.

"Go on," Chen Lan spoke coldly from above.

The Black Dog shook its head, moving its neck and looking at Chen Lan with a bit of grievance.

If you had said you were a Great Emperor earlier, I wouldn’t have pretended so much; what was the point of this farce.

"My memories have not fully recovered; I can only recall a little. I only know that I am from the Celestial Court."

"Celestial Court? What is that?" Chen Lan looked slightly puzzled, searching his memories.

There was no record of the Celestial Court.

"The Celestial Court was a... an organization similar to what your New World people call it, from the Old World."

"Hmm, go on."

Chen Lan pondered thoughtfully; it seemed the Old World had various powers, and this Black Dog belonged to one of them.

"The world is in reincarnation; no one can escape it, including our Celestial Court. Whoever they may be, only faces the fate of being obliterated!" As the Black Dog spoke, it showed a human-like fear, with a tremor in its voice.

It was clear that it was afraid; this was an unpleasant memory it did not wish to recall.

"That I know, divine retribution."

"Hmm? Seems you know quite a bit."

"Yes, go on."

"The world’s cycle is unavoidable, but our Celestial Court thought of a way that might let us escape it and be reincarnated, reliving a new life."

"What method, drinking improved Meng Po Soup!"

"Meng Po Soup? Underworld?!" Chen Lan’s eyes widened slightly.

Meng Po Soup, isn’t that a legendary tale in Huaxia folklore?

It’s the most classic myth, created by some folk expert, but no one knows exactly who, only that it began circulating over a hundred years ago.

He had seen it in some horror and strange novels—it was invented by the people of the New World.

The most classic line is: "After death, go to the Underworld, drink Meng Po Soup, forget the past, and be reincarnated!"

It was clearly a myth from the New World, but why did it exist in the Old World as reality?

"You know Meng Po Soup?" The Black Dog was surprised and puzzled.

The Underworld shouldn’t have been destroyed during the world cycle, should it?

How could people of the New World know of Meng Po Soup?

"Yes, I know, it’s a myth we created here," Chen Lan nodded.

"Impossible, that was real in our Old World, and if that’s so, why don’t you know about the Celestial Court?"

"The Celestial Court I honestly don’t know about," Chen Lan frowned.

Meng Po Soup, the Underworld—these he knew; many people knew.

But the Celestial Court existed in the same world as the Underworld and Meng Po Soup, yet they were unaware!

Suddenly, Chen Lan’s pupils contracted, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly; he thought he knew the reason.

"Someone is attempting to awaken the Old World’s memories."