Chapter Ninety-Six: The Unending Letter of Life

“People are in the Hurricane World.”

The green bamboo in the arms of Daoist Huang Ha swayed gently, emitting a faint glow, ethereal and swirling.

“Hurricane World~~”

Fire Zhuo, the boy, pondered: “It’s no simple place. Deep within lies an ancient temple where true scriptures are recited ceaselessly every day. That fellow Gu Chu entered thrice and exited thrice, yet gained nothing.”

“Heh heh.”

Daoist Huang Ha chuckled softly, “That ancient temple is unfathomably deep, likely a relic of the primordial universe. Only those who have slain saints might dare explore inside. We, however, cannot.”

“Hmm.”

Fire Zhuo nodded. The ancient temple in the Hurricane World had stood for ages, its chanting mysterious and profound. Every domain lord of this cultivation region had sought to investigate it.

Alas, none had discovered anything.

Soon, Fire Zhuo raised his cold brows slightly and asked, “The person in the Hurricane World—what do they look like? What are their strength and abilities?”

“Unknown for now.”

Daoist Huang Ha narrowed his eyes, his voice dark and cold. “But a few days ago, I encountered a brat with a protector at the master cultivator level by his side. He also had a divine-level star-refining aura guarding him.”

“Oh?”

Fire Zhuo was intrigued. A master-level protector was something only the most treasured heirs of the cosmic royal family might have. It fit well with what Xia had described.

“From your tone, seems you took a hit.”

Fire Zhuo shifted his tone, his eyes playful. He and Daoist Huang Ha had been comrades in the saint-slaying ranks for years and often teased each other.

Daoist Huang Ha snorted coldly, “A hit? I merely exchanged blows with him.”

“Fire Zhuo, I recently acquired two excellent things and want to trade one with you.”

“I have plenty of treasures here. What do you want to exchange?”

Fire Zhuo glanced sideways at him.

“The Everlasting Note!”

Daoist Huang Ha fixed his gaze on him, his tone grave as the five words slowly escaped his mouth.

Fire Zhuo’s expression changed, “Where did you hear that?”

Daoist Huang Ha’s voice was hoarse, “Old Man Za Ran told me. Back when you ventured through the Skyleaf Realm, an Everlasting Note was born, split into five parts. You hold two parts.”

“Za Ran’s news is always reliable.”

Fire Zhuo snorted, “The Everlasting Note is a peak fifteen-seal divine note. If the struggle hadn’t been so fierce back then, no one would have dared tear it apart.”

“Haha.” Daoist Huang Ha smiled happily.

Knowing Fire Zhuo truly possessed the Everlasting Note and still held it brought him great comfort.

“You should know, the note’s miraculous power nearly rivals a World God Note. Though it’s split into five pieces, each part is worth no less than the lowest grade fifteen-seal divine note. What can you offer in exchange?”

Fire Zhuo’s captivating peach blossom eyes blazed with fire as they locked onto Daoist Huang Ha.

“You won’t be at a loss.”

Daoist Huang Ha shook the Azurefall Divine Bamboo in his arms. At its tip, a cyan-green bamboo leaf shimmered with swirling light, revealing two crystal-clear, radiant super cores emitting boundless energy.

Hmm?

Fire Zhuo’s eyes brightened. He had expected Huang Ha to produce some rare treasure, but never imagined it would be super cores—specifically, the ice-and-fire attribute ones he most needed!

“These are the Frostburn Dual Cores, early stage of the third realm. If luck favors you and you step into the Saint Realm, you might be able to refine the legendary Cosmic Yin-Yang Path.”

“Heh heh heh.”

Fire Zhuo laughed, “Stepping into the Saint Realm, Cosmic Yin-Yang Path? I don’t dare dream that far.

Clearly, you put effort into finding these two super cores that suit me perfectly. Just as well, I need them. Fine, I’ll trade you the Everlasting Note.”

Daoist Huang Ha’s face immediately showed anticipation.

The Everlasting Note was renowned throughout the spiritual energy universe, one of the highest valued fifteen-seal divine notes. It provided endless vitality, capable of rescuing a dying divine lord, summoning life from death, and perhaps awakening the dormant True Dragon Scale!

Daoist Huang Ha had long harbored a vision—to implant the True Dragon Scale into his own body.

With that, through several secret techniques, he might obtain the dragon’s blessing.

The True Dragon, the firstborn life of the ancient cosmic world, possessed extraordinary talent, a robust physique, and incredible comprehension. It grasped the universe’s laws with effortless ease.

If he could gain its innate gifts, Daoist Huang Ha’s future would be unimaginable!

Fire Zhuo opened his palm. Radiance drifted, illuminating the dark starry sky. As two bright white fragments of the note appeared, a soothing energy spread instantly through the area.

“This is the Everlasting Note!”

Daoist Huang Ha exclaimed in surprise. The white fragments were only about an inch long, their script incomplete, yet they shimmered with boundless vitality, hovering in Fire Zhuo’s palm.

Besides this, a thread of sacred bloodstain dripped onto each fragment’s surface.

This moved Daoist Huang Ha deeply. Such a divine note was rare even among the divine lords of the cultivation region.

“What’s with this thread of blood?”

“Not sure. This note appeared in the Skyrealm just now, and this bloodstain came with it. Even the power of the Refining Spiral couldn’t erase it. But it doesn’t affect the note’s efficacy.”

“Take it.”

Daoist Huang Ha didn’t hesitate and eagerly proceeded with the exchange. Transactions between divine lords were always treasure for treasure, each taking what they needed, never measured in cosmic crystals.

“Could this blood be holy blood?”

Daoist Huang Ha, startled, examined the bloodstain carefully, noticing its peculiar sacredness. It pulsed with divine power, never drying up, still vivid and lustrous.

“If you probe it with your divine sense, you’ll find a supreme ferocity hidden within. I guess this is the blood of some defiant cosmic spirit,” Fire Zhuo chuckled.

Following his advice, Daoist Huang Ha extended his divine sense into the mysterious blood.

Suddenly, he was struck with terror. An overwhelming will surged like a million demonic mouths devouring him. The intense madness emanating from it made even him, a master cultivator, feel dread.

“Hiss!”

Daoist Huang Ha took a deep breath and withdrew, astonished: “A bloodstain left from ancient times still harbors such formidable pressure!”

“Are you sure this won’t affect the note’s power?”

Daoist Huang Ha doubted it. The blood’s origin was unfathomable and astonishing. Containing supreme will, it was impossible to refine. Its contamination of the Everlasting Note did not feel auspicious.

“Whether it affects or not, our trade is done. Huang Ha, you’re heading to the Hurricane World, right? I’ll go ahead.”

Fire Zhuo smiled casually and tore through the void.

“You—”

Daoist Huang Ha stared after him, dumbfounded.

Fire Zhuo was playing games—before the trade, he clearly said the divine blood wouldn’t affect the note’s power, but now he showed a completely different attitude.

This attitude implied: if any problems arose afterward, he would bear no responsibility.

Utterly shameful!

“Forget it. After all, it’s just an experiment.”

After a long pause, Daoist Huang Ha shook his head slightly, clutching the two fragments of the note. The True Dragon Scale had been dormant for countless ages. Using the Everlasting Note to awaken it was possible, but unlikely.

He dared not hold too high hopes.

Moreover, at the core, his investment in the two super cores was minimal. Counting the single ray of light given to He Xuan, acquiring two fragments of the Everlasting Note was still a great gain.