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It was no wonder that Brother Luo was so agitated; even He Si and I felt a surge of excitement after hearing Gu Chen's words.
Just a day ago, we were trapped in this eerie sea, unable to leave for reasons we couldn't explain.
This area was the site of the Titanic wreck, where Vengeful Spirits lingered. However, they were not Chinese ghosts but foreign ones, which meant that China's Daoist Arts had little effect on them, as Gu Chen had pointed out.
In contrast, the Divine Dragon before us seemed to embody justice itself. Its powerful presence and aura instantly dispelled the gloom that hung over the waters.
Thus, following it was indeed our only hope of escaping this sea.
As night fell, the ship came to a halt but soon began to move slowly, gradually changing direction.
At first, Brother Luo's skills seemed a bit unsteady, and the speed was not very fast.
Yet the Divine Dragon in the deep sea appeared to be intentionally waiting for us, also slowing its pace. Each time the gray mist rose from the surface of the water, it would let out a resounding Dragon Roar.
With each Dragon Roar, the darkness dissipated.
So this journey turned out to be surprisingly stable. Gradually, Brother Luo became more adept at maneuvering, and our speed increased significantly.
In less than half an hour, we had distanced ourselves considerably from that treacherous area.
Turning back to look, I noticed that in the distance where we had come from, the sky and sea merged into a hazy gray expanse, starkly contrasting with the clearer waters around us—almost as if warning us of the dangers lurking in that sea.
Once we left that area, even the air seemed much fresher.
After a long, melodic roar, the Divine Dragon had already submerged into the depths and disappeared from sight.
However, I held onto a deep sense of gratitude. Standing on the deck in silence for a moment, I turned my gaze to Gu Chen and asked, "Master, should we head back now?"
He glanced at me before looking out over the vast ocean and sighed softly. "Yes, it's time to go back. Once we return, I fear there will be no peace for us."
"Restless"
His words caught me off guard, and I asked, "Master, what do you mean?"
He turned around and looked at me again, saying, "You'll understand when you get back."
Then he fell silent and turned to head back to the cabin.
A few days later, we returned to the land of Huaxia, back to our rightful place, and this time we followed Gu Chen directly to Upper Clear Academy.
It was only after arriving at Upper Clear Academy that I understood why he had said that on the ship; indeed, there was no peace to be found after returning.
Among the Three Bloods, the Dragon Blood and Nine-Tailed Fox Blood were already in hand; the only thing missing was the Demon Fetal Essence.
The other items—Fallen Leaf Pine Rod, Yellow Cicada, Hundred-Year Lingzhi, Giant Python Spine, and Taihang Journey—were all gathered as well.
As for one of the items, Silver Rune Ashes, Gu Chen hadn’t mentioned it, which meant he would definitely have it.
So now, in order to break the Demon King's Cauldron, the only thing lacking was the Demon Fetal Essence. According to Gu Chen, once we obtained the Demon Fetal Essence, he would immediately take action to help me break the Demon King's Cauldron. As for how to do it, I wasn't clear on that.
However, according to him, while the Demon King's Cauldron inside me was like a ticking time bomb that needed to be dealt with, breaking it would bring me great benefits. This thought made me smile wryly.
I suppose this is what they mean by "breaking before establishing."
Yet just thinking about the Demon Fetal Essence brought a frown to my face.
Brother Luo did not come with us to Upper Clear Academy. Moreover, when we parted ways to return to Huaxia, Gu Chen had entrusted him with a task: to find a foreign church and inform them about the situation in that sea area.
The Daoist practice of ghost-catching emphasizes a sense of moderation.
The Vengeful Spirits lingering over that sea were also a torment for them. According to Gu Chen, the Daoist Arts of China were not particularly effective against them, so perhaps the foreign scriptures could offer some form of liberation.
Brother Luo readily agreed to Gu Chen's request.
Under the bright sky outside, the sun shone brightly, and the air was clear, filled with vibrant life.
However, within me, there was a gloom that refused to lift; no matter what, I could not shake off the feeling, as if a dark cloud weighed heavily on my heart.
As I opened the door, Gu Chen strolled over without looking at me. Instead, he gazed up at the sky and said softly, “Have you made up your mind?”
I looked at him and shook my head, somewhat confused. “Master, what do you mean?”
“Then what troubles you?” Gu Chen suddenly turned around, his gaze fixed on me.
I was momentarily taken aback. Upon hearing his words, a hint of sorrow crossed my face again, but I did not hide it. I simply said one word: “Li.”
“Li.”
Gu Chen repeated the name thoughtfully before saying, “That is her name.”
I nodded in response. “Yes, that is the name she chose for herself.”
After saying this, I couldn’t help but glance at Gu Chen again and felt a twinge of regret as I said, “Master, I’m sorry; I have disappointed you. It’s just that in that moment, I truly couldn’t bring myself to do it.”
A deep sense of guilt flashed across my face. Although Gu Chen had told me to make my own choice, I understood clearly that he still believed I should eliminate Li.
Thus, I felt a genuine sense of remorse towards Gu Chen.
However, similarly, I feel deeply sorry for Mu Yan and for Li as well.
Especially now, recalling the look in Li's eyes back then—cold and resolute—it truly pains my heart.
With her strength, she could have easily killed me.
Yet she chose not to fight back, instead giving her life for mine.
This only fills me with greater shame.
"Sigh."
Gu Chen sighed, glancing at me with a sense of helplessness. "You need not feel guilty about your bond with them. After all, the phrase 'blood is thicker than water' cannot simply be dismissed."
"Who among us is without feelings? Everyone has emotions and desires, including you, me, and even your daughter."
It was clear from Gu Chen's words that he had likely learned the reasons from either Mingyue or Mu Yan.
I nodded; his words moved me deeply.
Indeed, blood ties.
Though it is just a simple four-character phrase, putting it into practice is incredibly difficult; especially the last character 'emotion,' which is entangled in countless complexities that are hard to sever.
I sighed helplessly, unsure of how to respond.
Gu Chen continued, "You must face what you need to face. Since she has come into this world and is your daughter, that is an undeniable fact. So you need not dwell on it. Adjust your mindset. In a few days, I will take you to a place that may be dangerous, but there’s a good chance she will be there."
"Master, are you really going to take me to find her?" My eyes brightened at his words. Although I was uncertain about how to confront Li, there was still a flicker of hope within me.
Blood is thicker than water; perhaps this is what they call the bond of kinship.
Moreover, I had promised Mu Yan that once the matter with the Demon King's Cauldron was settled, I would accompany her to find Li.
At this moment, everything needed for the Demon King's Cauldron was almost prepared, except for a drop of blood from Li, known as the Demon Fetal Essence.
It was precisely because of this that I had been so troubled these past few days.
Seeing my excitement, Gu Chen nodded gently and said, "That's right. Only by finding her and extracting a drop of Demon Fetal Essence can you break the Demon King's Cauldron within you."
"Yes."
I nodded again, clenching my fists slightly. After the excitement, I felt a bit lost as I asked, "But does Master know where she is?"
"The Yin Domain, a place without sunlight, only darkness. Perhaps she is there," Gu Chen replied calmly, his gaze drifting to a seemingly distant place.
When he mentioned the Yin Domain, his expression remained indifferent.
Yet from his tone, I could sense an undeniable seriousness and gravity.
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