PDLP Chapter 407 Lu Ya Daoist Takes the Chaos Bell
Chapter 407 Lu Ya Daoist Takes the Chaos Bell
Chapter 407 Daoist Lu Ya Retrieves the Chaos Bell
On the way back to the courtyard, Yang Jiao was practically crawling all over Mosquito Taoist.
I always feel like I'm being watched closely by a pair of eyes.
How terrifying.
Bai Ze walked ahead, looking back at Yang Jiao and the other person who were deliberately keeping their distance from him. He kept reassuring himself that people with powerful backers were not to be trifled with, so he shouldn't be angry.
They hadn't walked more than a few steps.
He met the gaze of Lu Ya Daoist, who came out carrying a cup of tea.
Bai Ze was overjoyed and was about to tell him the great news that the Hetu Luoshu had been found.
However, Lu Ya's expression changed drastically. His brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. He quickly passed Bai Ze, even throwing down his teacup, and said:
"How come you turned into a reddish-brown color after going out for a while?"
Bai Ze, covered in waves of blood: ...
It seems that His Highness doesn't really want this anymore.
He suppressed his desire to defy his superior, recited an incantation to cleanse himself, and then grabbed Lu Ya, shoving the Hetu Luoshu, which he had already obtained, into his hand.
Lu Ya Dao Ren's teasing gaze towards Bai Ze suddenly stopped.
Staring helplessly at the familiar scroll, his eyes felt like they were being pricked by needles, and he didn't even dare to blink.
"Father……"
The Hetu Luoshu is not only a treasure of the entire demon race, but also the companion magic weapon of his father, Di Jun.
Lu Ya Dao Ren kept stroking it with his right hand, his fingers trembling violently. The Hetu Luoshu felt cold to the touch, with overlapping threads that undulated. His lips turned pale, and after an unknown amount of time, a tear fell onto the Hetu Luoshu.
Lu Ya's throat was dry and hoarse; he could only open it helplessly, but no sound came out.
Tears began to fall like beads onto the Hetu Luoshu, starting with the first drop. He clutched the scroll that belonged to his father to his chest, but no matter what he did, he felt as if he could not find relief and could not breathe at all.
"Your Highness..."
Bai Ze squatted down in front of Lu Ya Dao Ren.
Lu Ya seemed to have finally found his voice. His eyes flickered as he looked at the Hetu and Luoshu, and he cried out as if to vent his emotions:
“Father, your son is unfilial and has failed to lead the demon race onto the right path. You will surely blame me, won't you? You will surely think your son is useless.”
As he spoke...
The Hetu Luoshu suddenly warmed up, shining with dazzling light in his hands as if it had come alive.
Lu Ya Dao Ren clenched his fists tightly. "Father? Father, you blame me, just like before, whenever I wasn't serious when I practiced my spells, Father."
The light in the Hetu and Luoshu is even brighter.
It was as if thousands of stars were pouring out, flowing around Lu Ya Dao Ren, and the starlight seemed to have weight, pressing down on his shoulders.
Then, like the wind, it lifted a strand of Lu Ya's hair.
After a long while, a deep sigh came to Lu Ya Dao Ren's ears, as if he had been lingering with satisfaction for thousands of years.
Then the light gradually faded, becoming weaker and weaker, until it finally disappeared completely.
At this moment, the karma on Lu Ya Dao Ren became restless and agitated. "I clearly felt it. It was Father just now. It was Father's aura."
It was the last trace of Di Jun's breath left in the Hetu Luoshu!
A look of confusion crossed Lu Ya's pale face. How could it have disappeared?
He eagerly grabbed Bai Ze's wrist, seeking confirmation and pressing for answers:
"You felt it too, didn't you? It's Father, it's his presence!"
Bai Ze's eyes showed tenderness as he whispered to him:
"Yes."
Lu Ya forced a bitter smile across his tear-streaked face. "It's Father. He just came to see me."
Bai Ze felt a lump in his throat for a moment.
Yang Jiao watched silently. It had been a long time since she had seen Lu Ya Daoist in such a broken state since he suppressed his karma.
Since the destruction of the Demon Court, his most mischievous and unworthy son has learned all the unorthodox spells and magic, and in the end, he has taken on the karma of the entire demon race.
If it weren't for him, the demon race wouldn't even have had the chance to establish a foothold in Beiju Luzhou.
She pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and placed her hand on Lu Ya Dao Ren's shoulder, pressing down with a force that was exactly the same weight as the aura from the He Tu Luo Shu just now.
Lu Ya Dao Ren's hair was slightly disheveled, with a few strands sticking to his face, and he looked up at her with a bewildered expression.
Yang Jiao squatted down to be at eye level with Lu Ya and said gently:
"Di Jun must be very proud to see how powerful you are, protecting the monsters who didn't want to cause trouble so well."
Lu Ya Daoist held the Hetu Luoshu with unwavering force, only asking blankly, "Really?"
But he was clearly the most troublesome child.
Even his uncle often sighed and said to him, "How can you, child, shoulder great responsibilities in the future?"
Yang Jiao nodded firmly and said sincerely:
"Of course, who in the Three Realms can bear the karma of a clan? You must be your father's greatest pride."
Bai Ze then said:
"Yes, Your Highness, you have done more than enough."
If it weren't for the karmic burdens he was under, why would Lu Ya's cultivation have stagnated at the time of the Demon Court's destruction?
He should soar through the heavens and illuminate the three realms.
Lu Ya felt the hand on his shoulder leave, along with the boulder weighing on his heart.
He gradually relaxed.
Was it right for him to transfer all the karma of the demon race onto himself?
Father, are you really proud of yourself?
Lu Ya will never get the answer in his lifetime.
He looked at Yang Jiao, without offering any grand words of thanks, and simply stared at her intently.
The demon race owes Yang Jiao a favor.
He and Bai Ze owed Yang Jiao an even greater debt, having made this deal with a Chaos Bell that was now utterly useless.
Then, Daoist Lu Ya sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.
A brilliant red light shone forth!
Lu Ya Daoist bit his lip tightly, cold sweat pouring down his face. His already pale complexion became even more terrifying, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.
A three-inch-long wound opened in his chest, deep enough to expose bone, with flesh torn open and something throbbing inside.
"Lu Ya Dao Ren?" Yang Jiao exclaimed softly.
Bai Ze shook his head at her, "The Chaos Bell is in his heart."
The setting sun had already obscured half of the horizon, and Lu Ya swayed in pain as fierce winds howled around him.
Yang Jiao was extremely surprised.
Unexpectedly, the Chaos Bell that Donghuang Taiyi disappeared from was actually hidden inside Lu Ya Dao Ren's body. At this moment, Yang Jiao Guang could hardly imagine how Lu Ya had put it inside when he saw the Chaos Bell leave his body.
Is it this painful too?
To protect the Demon Court's magical treasure, even if it means destroying it with a single cauldron.
He could have placed it anywhere in his body, but he chose his heart. Perhaps it was because it was his uncle's life-sustaining treasure?
In this way, with each heartbeat, he would take Donghuang Taiyi with him.
Yang Jiao couldn't bear to look any longer.
Compared to Lu Ya Dao Ren, the complaints he had made when he first transmigrated to this world were worlds apart.