Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 828 - 184: Big Benefit to the West

In this battle, Yitiao was severely wounded. After the city’s defense forces joined the fight, Yitiao was driven into the skies, helplessly watching as they took Bai Suqing to the Seven Treasures Pagoda within the city.

The water cellar at the base of the Seven Treasures Pagoda was actually an Imprisonment Spell Array inscribed with ancient Yun Qin era symbols. The unique secret Formation of the Yun Qin mages had also been lost on the Silk Continent due to wars and the changing of times, so the only existing functioning Imprisonment Spell Array was in the Seven Treasures Pagoda.

The Seven Treasures Pagoda was cast entirely of bronze. After the First Emperor of Yun Qin collected weapons from all over and smelted twelve Golden Figures, there was too much bronze left over, so he had no choice but to cast seven bronze pagodas and place them throughout the Nine States. The water cellars at their bases were inscribed with Imprisonment Spell Arrays, intended to suppress evil.

The Formations of the Yun Qin mages were incredibly vicious, especially the Imprisonment Arrays. Without the original creators to guide one through the maze, even Divine Beasts of higher tiers could do nothing but suffer if they entered.

The Divine Beasts of serpentine kind from "Lishan Gate" had a very clear purpose for this action—to force Yitiao to descend from the heavens. If he didn’t come down to fight head-on, they would push Bai Suqing into the Imprisonment Spell Array forever.

However, these serpentine Divine Beasts had forgotten to account for an unexpected factor. Bai Suqing was the leading figure of the younger generation. After discerning the malicious intentions of her kin, she sacrificed five hundred years of cultivation as a price to use the "Snake Shedding Technique," breaking free from her restraints and rushing into the water cellar of the Imprisonment Formation herself........................- The frail Bai Suqing hoped this simple action would make Yitiao give up on her, to not plunge into the deadly trap for her sake.

Yitiao did not disappoint Bai Suqing. Despite his immense reluctance, he ultimately chose to retreat sensibly in the end.

The Yun Qin mages’ Formation was one that readily allowed entry but not exit. It was precisely this kind of Imprisonment Spell Array that had enabled the tyrannical Emperor Yun Qin to slaughter "Scholars of Letters" so smoothly during his reign!

In the years that followed, Yitiao’s injuries healed slowly while he also collected new wounds. After the "Mending Dew Spell" was broken, Yitiao’s overall strength declined. Seeking revenge against the Lishan Gate serpentine Divine Beasts in those cities, or visiting Bai Suqing in the Seven Treasures Pagoda, became difficult due to his huge and conspicuous size, often coming at a heavy price.

So Yitiao became crafty, became shameless, all just to reach the Seven Treasures Pagoda once more.

Having lost his human form, and unable to speak, he could no longer communicate through words with Bai Suqing in the tower’s cellar. Who could know of Yitiao’s sorrow?

Standing atop South Mountain, Yitiao gazed at two green mountains on the opposite side. On a pile of blue stones at his feet, two names were carved together, as close together as the green mountains nestling in the distance.

Yitiao finally remembered the prophecy the old Mage, who was like a father to him, had given him on his deathbed.

Disaster of Peach Blossoms, Hasty Horse Impelling Fire Movement, Great Fortune to the West.

The Disaster of Peach Blossoms had come true, as all the scars on Yitiao’s body proved.

Hasty Horse Impelling Fire Movement—as a Fire Elemental Divine Beast, the moving Hasty Horse Star indicated relentless travel.

Great Fortune to the West, hence Yitiao had come to the West.

In the tradition of the Balangsha Flame Cranes, a journey to the west was a very derogatory phrase, but he still came without any regrets. The old Mage had once told him a story that, in the Extreme Western Lands, there was a race of small, intelligent creatures called Goblins. They had crossed the oceans dominated by the Sea Clan in airships over ten thousand years ago to conduct business on the Silk Continent. They were omnipotent, the most intelligent beings in the world, and for a price, there was nothing they could not do. Yitiao was fearless, but he felt a deep wariness towards that Imprisonment Formation.

At the time, the old Mage was telling stories for fun, as tales and anecdotes, and he himself didn’t fully believe them.

In fact, Yitiao himself had little faith that Goblins in the West could break the Yun Qin mages’ Imprisonment Formation, but he chose to believe in hearsay, much like Bai Suqing, who had once come to South Mountain to steal Purple Jade Grass, against his better judgment and conscience.

Because in everyone’s heart, there is a desire for a true spiritual refuge.

Yitiao finally understood why there were so many thieves stealing medicine on South Mountain back then.

Bai Suqing was a high-ranked serpentine Divine Beast with the capability of long-term hibernation. When she briefly stayed on South Mountain, she had tasted a Purple Jade Grass, whose greatest benefit was to eliminate the need for food. However, its side effect was that the feeling of hunger would never subside.

In the end, Yitiao hovered over the top of the Seven Treasures Pagoda, using his powerful, sky-piercing cry to tell Bai Suqing to wait for his return. He believed that she surely understood his message.

That night, under the crescent moon, the beloved one was lonely and haggard.

As Yitiao spoke of his story, Ning Yu and Gude occasionally turned their backs to stealthily wipe away tears, while Guoguo cried loudly, and even the little parrot seemed to choke up, whether moved or choked on a chicken leg, who could tell?

Around them, without anyone noticing when, a circle of Feilengcui Lord’s direct Centaurs had gathered, each with red-rimmed eyes. The two Fairy Dragons, Moer and the little Nun, were hugging and crying together. All of the Beamon walled themselves into distinct factions.

"Did you know, Fei Wenli’s face vaguely resembles Bai Suqing," Yitiao lifted his face to gaze at the sky, puffing on a cigar, moonlight like water reflecting on his scar-ravaged face, casting a glossy sheen.

"I’ll write a poem for you," exclaimed O’Neal the hippo, rummaging on his body for a pen.

"Yitiao, you and Bai Suqing once spent many days together; have you ever been with her?" The Feilengcui Lord’s expression remained heartlessly nonchalant. The detail he was interested in and the question he asked were very much in keeping with his typical image.