I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2590 - 1178: Green Lotus Seal (Part 2)

Right then, Su Hana at last spoke up, confirming her ability to spot Chen Mobai.

"How did you find me?"

Chen Mobai questioned, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"My eyes perceive life and death. The Underworld Race understands this well, yet you appear clueless. It seems you're indeed an ancient being freshly awakened."

Su Hana held nothing back, gesturing toward her pupils hidden under the purple eyepatch.

"I understand."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mobai nodded before extending his hand to remove his own One-Leaf Blindness. Though a caution from the Heavenly Blessing arose, after Su Hana revived the King of the Underworld, the ominous feeling had sharply lessened. Plus, inside the Purple Cloud Palace, no attacks were possible, so he revealed himself right in front of her.

"You're not from the Underworld Race?"

Su Hana's face filled with shock the instant she laid eyes on Chen Mobai. She rose from the Dao Platform, pulling out a dark green bone staff from her back.

"You alone can perceive me; fate, it seems. I'll ensure you perish with full knowledge."

Chen Mobai stated in a composed manner.

A purple-black ghostly radiance burst from Su Hana's bone staff, snapping the strap of her eyepatch right away. Her mismatched pupils—one green, one purple—locked onto Chen Mobai's gaze.

These eyes capable of viewing life and death were surely what provoked the Heavenly Blessing's alert.

Chen Mobai pondered inwardly, his interest deepening as their eyes met.

"Perish..."

In that instant, Su Hana's right eye unleashed a profound purple light, fusing with the bone staff she gripped, poised to strike at Chen Mobai. Yet he simply smiled and waved casually at her.

"Farewell for now; no need to see you off."

With those words spoken, Su Hana felt a colossal force akin to a River of Death surging from the Purple Cloud Palace, swallowing her whole. The might of her cherished eyes of the dead dissolved instantly. Beyond the eyes' power, her body lost all weight, turning feather-light like drifting cotton, lifting off the Dao Platform and, with a gentle gust, tumbling to the black soil along the shore.

"The Netherworld Queen!"

As she touched down, several Netherworld Generals rushed over to assist. Su Hana examined herself and detected no harm at all, which jogged her memory of the ancient Ming Wang Star texts about the Purple Cloud Palace.

A realm of purity, a haven for enlightenment, where weapons are banned.

Whenever the Purple Cloud Palace appeared, only the King of the Underworld could step inside, making Su Hana overlook this vital rule entirely.

At that point, profound gratitude swelled in her for the Purple Cloud Palace's mercy. Had it been a heritage from someone like the Ancestor Death God and she violated the prohibition, she'd likely be reduced to scattered bones now.

Yet this realization heightened Su Hana's alarm even further.

Throughout the race, only successive Kings of the Underworld preserved records of the Purple Cloud Palace, and the youth on the Dao Platform showed no Underworld Race features, knew all the intricacies, and exploited the rules to cast her out.

Who in the world is he?

Does he belong to a species that inhabited this planet prior to the Underworld Race?

Or maybe, an existence native to the Purple Cloud Palace itself?

Such thoughts creased Su Hana's brow deeper, as each possibility spelled trouble for the Underworld Race. Otherwise, why conceal himself?

[His cultivation shouldn't be too advanced, or he wouldn't rely on the Purple Cloud Palace rules to drive me away...]

Su Hana dissected every moment and exchange with Chen Mobai, seeking hints to his true origins.

By then, Chen Mobai had entered the Purple Cloud Palace proper.

He eyed the King of the Underworld and the Netherworld Generals before proceeding straight to a front-row futon and seating himself.

...

Having gained the Purple Cloud Palace's guidance on power restoration, the King of the Underworld sighed in great relief.

Though he grasped the Great Dao of Life and Death, truthfully, his Great Dao of Life stemmed from vast life force harvested by massacring countless beings—a sinister path, not his innate talent.

Thus, when Chen Mobai killed him earlier, his Rebirth Lake revival carried only the Great Dao of Death's essence.

The King of the Underworld had figured he'd need to butcher billions once more to reforge a Vitality Sword and reclaim his zenith.

But the Purple Cloud Palace revealed that slaying a being who commanded the Great Dao of Life would suffice.

From Lin Daoming's prior intel, the planet nearing Ming Wang Star hosted a mighty Spirit Plant believed to wield the Great Dao of Life.

That entity formed the planet's very core.

Seizing it would not just restore his peak but could propel him beyond, perhaps birthing a second ancestor.

As the King of the Underworld's eyes snapped open, ambition blazing, shock overtook him at the sight ahead.

What in the world?

How could someone occupy a first-row futon!?

Past Kings of the Underworld had documented the Purple Cloud Palace meticulously upon entering and leaving.

From the stairs to the Dao Platform, the barriers, the futons—everything was charted.

No King had ever progressed beyond the final row of futons, just as he had.

For the Underworld Race, claiming a first-row spot was deemed utterly unattainable.

Not even their Ancestor Death God achieved it.

And now, the King beheld a figure on the rightmost futon of the first row.

Soon, an even greater shock struck the King of the Underworld.

This figure's aura felt hauntingly familiar.

Nearly matching the human who'd slain him before.

"Your Majesty!"

Then, a voice he knew reached the King of the Underworld's ears. Turning, he saw First Netherworld General Wang Jite stirring from a futon.

He'd anticipated Wang Jite's entry all along.

With talent rivaling his own, and post-Rebirth Lake, acknowledged by the Holy Scythe—one of the Death God's Three Holy Artifacts—the prior King refrained from striking him down. To keep him in check, he restricted him to Immortal Dao cultivation.

Despite that, Wang Jite swiftly hit the Undying Body pinnacle, emerging as the top Netherworld General after the King and Queen.

"Did you spot him upon entering?"

The King of the Underworld gestured toward Chen Mobai on the first-row futon. Wang Jite had noticed too, but lacking the King's deep knowledge of the Purple Cloud Palace futons, he took the figure for some Underworld Race elder.

"I saw only Your Majesty when I came in."

Wang Jite replied, drawing the King of the Underworld's brows into a deeper frown.

Still, aware no moves could be made in the Purple Cloud Palace, he merely stood and fixed a chilly stare on Chen Mobai's back.

"Gentlemen, your awakening signals fate's conclusion. Time to depart the Purple Cloud Palace."

Chen Mobai then declared.

Recognizing the voice, the King of the Underworld balled his fists, gnashing his teeth in fury, his features twisted with killing intent.

"It truly is you!"

First Netherworld General caught the King's look and mirrored it with bewilderment, grasping that the first-row occupant was a foe.

He stealthily gripped the Holy Scythe, awaiting the King's order to assault Chen Mobai.

"The palace demands sanctity and solemnity; no weapons permitted."

Though facing away, Chen Mobai perceived their motions clearly, and suddenly a arcane dharma seal surfaced in his thoughts.

This was the Purple Cloud Palace's control technique, the Green Lotus Seal!

Chen Mobai figured the teacher bestowed it for upholding class discipline.

Without pause, back still turned, he lifted his right hand, fingers shaping the Green Lotus Seal!

Instantly, tremendous energy exploded from the Green Lotus Stone Platform ahead.

King and General floated like helpless cotton, flung one after another from the Purple Cloud Palace.