The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 894 - 891: Verification

"Elder, I’ve decided to leave for a while and won’t be joining you to meet with Town Primordial Great Immortal just now," Shen Luo suddenly said.

"Why the sudden decision?" the Ten Thousand Years Fox King asked, quite surprised.

"I have an idea that needs to be verified, and if it’s successful, I shouldn’t be so embarrassed even if I face the Nine Netherworlds next time," Shen Luo said, exhaling a breath of stale air.

"If that’s the case, then go. Just be more careful in the future as the Demon Clan has probably set their sights on you," the Ten Thousand Years Fox King said with a smile, seeing that Shen Luo seemed to have resolved his inner turmoil.

"Thank you," Shen Luo replied with a smile.

He had already made up his mind that once his injuries were healed, he would head for Five Finger Mountain.

Sun Wukong was once imprisoned there for 500 years. If there was anything left by Sun Wukong, the most likely place to find it would be there.

...

Time flew by, and more than half a month had passed.

On the colossal ship soaring through the sky, a figure rose with the wind, waved goodbye to everyone on board, and transformed into a rainbow light, speeding off into the distance.

Amid the roaring wind, the figure’s clothes fluttered, and his expression was serious—it was Shen Luo.

After this period of recovery, his injuries had almost completely healed. Not only that, but the experience of battling against a Taiyi Cultivator had also solidified his Late Stage of True Immortal Realm, making his breath even more stable.

What was most important was that he now had a more direct understanding of the power of Taiyi Realm cultivators and finally realized the vast gap that still existed between himself and that level of powerful person.

"The journey ahead is long; it’s the perfect time to try out the treasure Yan Ze gifted to me," Shen Luo looked back one last time. The massive ship had disappeared from view, leaving only a long trail in the sea of clouds.

With that thought, he immediately waived his hand, and a piece of black iron shaped like two outspread wings, engraved with complex charm patterns and with an octagonal bronze furnace in the center, materialized before him.

When Shen Luo first saw this object, he was also greatly surprised, not expecting to see a flying boat of such design. After a demonstration by Yan Ze, he finally understood the wonder of this object.

He rotated his wrist, and a fist-sized dark red Crystal Stone naturally covered with patterns resembling both flames and scales appeared in his palm.

According to Yan Ze, this item, known as Fire Scale Flint, was the core mechanism for propelling the flying boat.

He placed the Fire Scale Flint inside the central octagonal bronze furnace of the flying boat and pointed at the furnace body, transferring his mana into it.

The moment his mana entered, the originally dark red Fire Scale Flint immediately brightened to the color of a lantern, and without any visible flames, the surface patterns resembling flames began to flicker, emitting streams of heat.

At the same time, all the engraved patterns on the black flying boat lit up with bright red light, and the boat itself started to tremble slightly in the void.

Shen Luo sat cross-legged on the flying boat, which then dipped slightly before stabilizing.

No sooner had his intention arisen than the charm patterns on the flying boat flashed again, with strands of flame-like light spilling from the tail of the boat, and a tremendously powerful thrust gushed out in an instant. freewebnoveℓ.com

The entire flying boat shot forth with a "whoosh," racing off into the distance.

Shen Luo, sitting on the flying boat, felt a bit unaccustomed at first. Aside from the initial launch that drew a small amount of mana, the flying boat seemed to require none of his mana to fly; it was entirely powered by the Fire Scale Flint.

"No wonder Yan Ze said that with this Fire Feather Boat, traveling would be effortless; he did not deceive me. One piece of Fire Scale Flint can sustain the boat for eight hundred li, and Yan Ze gave me enough to reach Five Finger Mountain," Shen Luo mused to himself.

After experiencing it for a while and realizing he needed only a fraction of his consciousness to control the direction, no further manipulation was necessary. Shen Luo sat down cross-legged and began to meditate and cultivate.

...

Time flew by like a white steed flashing past a crack, and more than three months had passed in no time.

Evening fell, the sunset sky aglow.

Above a verdant green mountain forest, a streak of escape light descended from the sky, slanting into the woods and landing on the ground.

Where the escape light settled, a figure appeared, clad in a green shirt, with a handsome appearance—it was, of course, Shen Luo.

However, his face at this moment was tightly furrowed, completely filled with frustration.

"How can this be? How can such a vast Five Finger Mountain be completely untraceable?" Shen Luo was utterly astonished.

He had scoured the area for several days according to the location indicated by the Ten Thousand Years Fox King, but within a thousand li, apart from plains and forests and basin lakes, he hadn’t even found a small hill forty or fifty feet high, let alone a hundred-foot mountain peak.

"Could it be that vast changes have occurred over time, that mountains and rivers have shifted, and Five Finger Mountain has already sunk underground?" Shen Luo’s confusion deepened.

He pinched his fingers together and pulled out an Escape Earth Talisman; a yellow light enveloped him, and he suddenly shrank into the underworld, beginning to rapidly search beneath the ground.

However, despite his arduous search, he found nothing underground.

Just as Shen Luo emerged from the ground, soiled and dispirited, several not very loud explosion sounds suddenly came from afar, causing him to tense up immediately.

He immediately focused his eyes and released his divine soul to probe his surroundings.

In a short while, his eyebrows raised, he couldn’t help but utter a light "Eh" to himself, murmuring:

"What’s going on? Everything was fine just a few days ago. How has the heaven and earth aura around here become so disordered all of a sudden, to the extent that my divine soul is disturbed and can’t detect anything?"

No sooner had his voice faded than that booming sound once again picked up.

Shen Luo’s thoughts shifted slightly, and he immediately concealed his own breath. His figure dashed out, flying towards the direction of the booming sound.

After flying several hundred feet, the mountain forest ahead began to thin out, and a winding road appeared down below.

At a glance, Shen Luo’s eyebrows knotted even more tightly.

"That’s not right. I’ve explored this area within a thousand li more than once before. It seems like I’ve never seen a road through the woods before..." Before he could come to an understanding, an even more bizarre scene unfolded before him.

At the end of the road extending from the midst of the mountain forest, a quaint little town of no small size had suddenly appeared.

As Shen Luo flew closer, he opted not to land immediately; instead, he hovered above the mountain forest, looking towards the town.

With the sky now dark, clouds of cooking smoke rose here and there in the town, and lights glowed orange through the windows of the houses, exuding a somewhat warm feeling.

In the center of the town, the only large residence with stone lions at the entrance had two bright red lanterns hanging at the door, each adorned with a huge "double happiness" character, while a red curtain was hung beneath the eaves. The house looked festive, as if brimming with celebratory cheer.

Inside the residence, lights shone brightly, and the courtyard was arranged with seven or eight banquet tables, all of which were empty, with no guests seated yet.

The bursts of popping sounds that had been heard were from the firecrackers set off at the front of the large house. Accompanied by a lively sound of music and drums, a young man decked in red and adorned with flowers, riding a tall horse, led a wedding procession to the front of the Big Gate.

Following the team was a palanquin carried by eight people, from which a veiled bride emerged. Escorted by a matchmaker, she walked up to the groom. They led each other towards a basin of fire at the doorway.