BookMe #1458 - Your son is very ripe. He is already very ripe.
#1458 - Your son is very ripe. He is already very ripe.
This voice echoed in Chu Hao's ears, so close it was practically whispering…
Chu Hao stiffly turned his head to look, and that one glance made his eyes widen.
Xi He, who had been a lifeless corpse just moments ago, was now smiling and leaning in. Just now, it was Xi He who had been whispering softly in Chu Hao's ear!
Chu Hao felt completely out of sorts!
Just now, Chu Hao had examined Xi He's body hundreds of times. It was a body whose life force had been extinguished for many years, and even the bones and muscles hadn't moved for what felt like an eternity.
One could say that even a massive mountain hadn't been devoid of life for so long.
But, incredibly, this very corpse was now leaning in to greet Chu Hao, and even warmly calling Chu Hao 'Your Majesty'…
Chu Hao's worldview was overturned hundreds of times in that instant, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
However, Xi He remained so lively, gently saying to Chu Hao:
"Your Majesty, I wonder how the campaign went this time? Please tell your concubine about it."
Chu Hao froze. What are you asking? What campaign? What do you want me to tell you? What am I supposed to say?!
Chu Hao realized that he had probably fallen into some kind of strange plot, but at this point, Chu Hao was already in too deep.
Sitting on this imperial throne, Chu Hao felt endless pressure. Eyes from all directions were fixed on Chu Hao, but, strangely, everyone below was a corpse.
And this Xi He was even more outrageous. Chu Hao only felt like he was surrounded by a lifelike corpse, like a living person, and one that even had thoughts!
Clearly, there wasn't a trace of life on her…
Chu Hao knew that remaining silent wouldn't do, so he hesitated for a moment and then spoke:
"I…"
However, as soon as Chu Hao opened his mouth, the expression on Xi He's face changed drastically. Her eyes filled with vigilance, and she took a few steps back, staring intently at Chu Hao.
"You are not His Majesty! Who are you?! Why are you sitting on His Majesty's throne?! Are you a thief trying to steal my demon race's heavenly court?!"
Chu Hao: "…"
You noticed just as I opened my mouth? Let me at least try to justify myself!
But after thinking about it, Chu Hao suddenly understood. What emperor would refer to himself as 'I'? They should say '朕' (Zhen, imperial 'I')!
He suffered the loss of being uncultured!
However, Chu Hao didn't pretend anymore. He stared at Xi He and said coldly:
"I am indeed not Dijun, and you are not Xi He. The demon race's heavenly court has long been destroyed. Why are you by my side? What are you demons planning to do again?!"
Chu Hao stared at Xi He, hoping to see a trace of a clue on Xi He's face.
However, Xi He's eyes were filled with endless disgust and contempt.
"This palace doesn't change its name or its surname. Why would I, this palace, speak nonsense with you, a petty thief?!
Furthermore, my demon race's heavenly court is eternally glorious, shining like the sun on all realms. You little thief, what nonsense are you talking about?! What demon race's heavenly court destroyed?!"
Chu Hao frowned tightly. The imposing manner in Xi He's words was not something ordinary demons could match. That domineering and noble air could probably only be possessed by the empress of the demon race's heavenly court.
But, strangely, she kept saying that the demon race had never been destroyed?
Could it be that she couldn't accept reality and had gone mad?
Chu Hao only felt that things were strangely bizarre, but for now, Chu Hao could only try to probe Xi He's mind.
Chu Hao coldly looked at Xi He, his voice cold and firm.
"Xi He, are you still living in a dream? In the final battle between the demons and the witches, you and the witch race were both severely injured. The ancestral witches combined and self-detonated, perishing together with the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Dijun, and others.
"Now, it has already been two kalpas after the war between the demons and the witches. During this period, the wars between humans and witches and the Investiture of the Gods have already occurred. Now it is the Journey to the West kalpa established by the six sages. The demons are now just a scattered mess, nameless nobodies."
"If you have forgotten, I can explain it to you in detail!"
Xi He was stunned in place. For a long time, she suddenly laughed.
What had the two emperors of the demon race done?
Chu Hao secretly calmed himself down, staring at Xi He.
"Xi He, you are probably stuck in a pipe dream?
Let me help you recall the details of the war between the demons and the witches.
In the end, both sides used all their strength, and both sides were defeated. The ancestral witches combined and self-detonated, perishing together with the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Dijun, and others. Among them, the demon master Kunpeng stole the Hetu and Luoshu and fled far away.
After this battle, Taiyi, Dijun, and the ancestral witches all perished, and countless demon gods and great witches died and were injured. Therefore, the demons and the witches were destroyed, and they withdrew from the stage of the three realms."
However, Xi He's face showed a mocking smile.
"What you said is indeed correct, and you have also reminded me that we will definitely kill that traitor Kunpeng to avenge my demon race's defeat in that war."
"But, the one who is dreaming is you!"
"You think you know the facts with that little bit of knowledge? Then tell me, what is it that all the ministers of my demon race's heavenly court are gathered here?"
With a wave of her hand, Xi He nobly and elegantly proclaimed the glory of this Tomb of the Heavenly Emperor.
Xi He stared at Chu Hao, her eyes filled with indifference.
"I don't know why you can enter this place and sit on His Majesty's throne, but get off His Majesty's throne! You are not worthy!"
"No one is worthy to sit in this position except my husband and children!"
Chu Hao suddenly froze, a smile of embarrassment appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"I understand, I finally understand!"
"No wonder I can come in, no wonder I am so familiar with this place, it turns out to be Lu Ya…"
Chu Hao remembered that he was the one who had bathed in the blood of the three-legged golden crow and had obtained the true fire of the sun from the three-legged golden crow. Could it be that he came in for this reason?
But, logically speaking, Lu Ya has never sat on this throne, so I am so familiar with it because of him?
Xi He frowned.
"Lu Ya?"
Chu Hao added:
"If I remember correctly, it should be your son. The last three-legged golden crow that survived after the war between the demons and the witches."
"After the war between the demons and the witches, he hid in West Kunlun to cultivate, known as the Taoist Lu Ya. He shone brightly during the Investiture of the Gods war, helping the Chan Sect. When he arrived at the Journey to the West, he joined the Buddhist sect and is now called the Wuchao Zen Master."
Xi He's face was filled with doubt.
"You are very familiar with my son?"
Chu Hao froze, an awkward smile on his face.
"Helped your son a little bit, very familiar with your son, already very familiar…"
Not even ashes are left…