Three Yuan Cultivation, Mu Shen continued to meditate in his slumber.
Zang Lan Shan often noticed something amiss within the secret chamber.
Wind, cloud, and frost, three natural forces, appeared and vanished frequently. Their arrival was sudden, their departure just as abrupt.
As long as her father's coffin was unharmed, she felt at ease.
Why not open it? Because it couldn't be opened. Opening it would dispel the slumber's effect, so she patiently guarded it, awaiting the birth of the Divine Armor incense.
This was a momentous occasion in the Tian Jiang realm, but it held immense significance for her as well.
Only this could awaken her father, pulling him from his long slumber.
Therefore, she waited.
“Father, your daughter will wait. I will surely awaken you.”
These quiet days were undeniably difficult. Her heart was filled with agitation. Why was this happening?
Of course, she had considered other methods, but alone, she was incapable.
This approach, concealing herself and waiting for the opportune moment, was the only one available to her.
How could she not loathe her own helplessness? Why couldn't she find a solution? Why was she stuck with this dead-end approach?
Drowned in melancholy, she left the secret chamber, returning to her role as the owner of the coffin shop.
“Boss, give us ten of the finest coffins, quickly.”
“Coming right up. Another big brawl, huh?”
“You bet. It's a real pain. The weather's been all over the place. It's unsettling. A few days ago, down by the sea, countless people perished. Truly terrifying.”
“Ten coffins won't be enough for all those people?”
“We only take care of our own. The others have their own ways of handling things.”
“Makes sense. Right away.”
Ten coffins were quickly prepared, bringing in a tidy sum.
“By the way, boss, stay inside for a while. Heard the climate's been changing in some places. One day's different from the next.”
“Indeed. If even the coffin shop goes belly up, where will we find coffins?”
With their coffins, the group departed.
Zang Lan Shan listened, choosing not to venture out. She had to run her coffin shop, and she had to wait for her father's awakening. It was absolutely impossible to leave.
So she remained silently at the coffin shop.
Meanwhile, due to the Ni Hai Chong Fan, the Black Sea Hell territory had finally been opened.
The danger it brought was undeniably terrifying.
And now, the King of Hell's scheme began. The Black Moon appeared in the Xiao Shan region of the Bitter Realm, bringing an endless, frigid wasteland. Countless people froze to death, with no means to resist.
Mu Shen sensed something.
“This frigid air… could it be?”
Mu Shen had been diligently cultivating, his Three Yuan Cultivation progressing steadily. His strength was no longer negligible, but he was still being suppressed by the nefarious Heavenly Mandate.
“Wait, how can I feel the outside world? This is wrong. Could it be because of the Black Moon of Hell?”
This bone-chilling feeling, now gripping his heart, could not be mistaken. This was the Black Moon of Hell. If so, the time frame became somewhat clear. He was not far from leaving his 'coffin'.
But he was not strong enough. To advance further, in his Three Yuan Cultivation, the best solution was external aid.
“So…?”
After a moment of reflection, he seemed to have a lead. While he wasn't sure if it would work, it was a possibility.
It was the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb,
Originally transformed from the Dragon Pearl of the Tian Jiang's Yi Long Zuo Long Que, after eons of transformation, it had become the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb.
It was also the source of the Four Wonders, teeming with vast quantities of Three Yuan elements. It could greatly benefit his cultivation.
But he was currently unable to leave. Even with his daughter, her strength was insufficient to acquire the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb.
He wasn't even sure if he could send her a message.
Regardless, at this point in time, he could only try.
He strained to sense external changes, particularly those beyond his body. Things seemed clearer now.
“Perhaps I can try.”
Time flowed. As Zang Lan Shan entered the secret chamber to continue cleaning her father's coffin, a faint voice reached her.
“Ruomei, go to the corner of the earth, find your grandfather, and obtain the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb… ”
This faint voice sent a shiver down Zang Lan Shan – no, Rin Ruomei’s – spine. After all these years, that familiar voice had returned.
She forced herself to remain calm. She understood. This was her father’s request. She must obtain the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb.
“Father, don’t worry. I’ll go immediately. I’m sure Grandfather will be happy. He will.”
This was the first time she had heard his voice in years. She could not disappoint him.
After repeatedly confirming the message, Rin Ruomei’s form shifted, reverting to her original appearance: a graceful maiden, a paragon of beauty.
Rin Ruomei gently caressed the coffin. The voice vanished, and she left the secret chamber.
After tidying up the secret chamber and the coffin shop, she vanished from the shop, leaving a “Out for supplies, temporarily closed” sign. There was no need to worry about anyone barging in.
A coffin shop – a place with an unfortunate aura.
Mu Shen strained every effort to project his voice outwards. Luckily, the Heavenly Mandate barrier was gradually weakening, allowing him to do so.
As for the barrier of the original Mu Shen, it didn’t exist for him. In the Bitter Realm, only his father-in-law, the Peacock Elder, possessed the greatest strength. He had the best chance of acquiring the Yuan Sheng Creation Orb.
This was an opportunity he couldn't miss. He had to seize it. He needed to become stronger, or even if he had the opportunity, time would be running out. At that point, just a little boost wouldn't be enough.
Therefore, he had to rely on external aid.
Besides, Zuo Long Que was originally from Tian Jiang. The artifact naturally belonged to Tian Jiang. As the Tian Jiang Mu Shen, he had the right to acquire it. This was also the fastest way to boost his strength. Whether it worked or not, he would know in time.
For now, he would continue with his Great Yuan Heaven Cultivation. A few more years of power wouldn’t hurt. Deeper foundations would make him even stronger.
The original Mu Shen was merely a member of the Super Xian Tian class. He had no near-divine abilities, so he needed to become stronger.
The Bitter Realm was teeming with upcoming divine battles. To protect himself and Tian Jiang, without sufficient power, it would be a dream, impossible. So he had to break through, break through the limitations of his original body.
At present, Three Yuan Cultivation was the only possibility, shattering his inherent bottleneck, making his power even stronger.
In the future, he would protect the original Mu Shen’s daughter, and Tian Jiang, fulfilling his promise.
But it all depended on whether he was strong enough. Otherwise, it would all be mere fantasy, not true.
He hoped he wouldn’t disappoint.