Chapter 1081: Chapter 516: Little Fuji Creates a World (Part 3)

"As for why this happened, even Fuji herself isn’t sure."

Zhang Ze bent down and casually picked a mushroom from the ground, tossing it into his mouth. The delicious taste spread, and then he saw the little figure.

After a pause, Zhang Ze looked at Qin Lang, "If I have to speculate, I suspect that the birth of Fuji is likely related to the recent upheavals in the Earth Sea.

"And I think her existence might be even more important than Li and me, for the Four Continents."

Fuji supported the light sphere, rolled around once more, and then jumped into Qin Lang’s hand, giving her nominal master’s master a thumbs-up.

"I’m awesome, right! When we get back, I’ll help you plant vegetables every day!"

Qin Lang chuckled and lightly poked the light sphere, seemingly trying to tease Fuji, but his finger was repelled by an inexplicable force.

That force acted directly on his divine sense, suggesting to him.

No harm, no poking bubbles.

After staring at Fuji for a while, Qin Lang abandoned the idea of resistance and turned his gaze toward Zhang Ze.

"Do you think that what Xiao Jing is pursuing is the state that Fuji has achieved?

"Primordial unity, self-attained perfection."

As Qin Lang said this, he thought of Baiyujing, hanging over the Holy Land like the sun, constantly consuming, yet never reaching perfection.

It was a crude imitation of Fuji.

Zhang Ze said, "We thought the same, which is why the Sect Leader Lu and my uncle went out.

"They are considering where in the city, apart from the tower guarded by countless Colorful Robes, they can find golden fish bones or something similar."

Qin Lang suddenly smiled upon hearing this, "Forget about them, they are not professionals. If discovered, it won’t be good."

Saying this, Qin Lang conjured a golden coral like performing magic.

The coral was palm-sized, its patterns clear, like a landscape painting, with a blue flower blooming at the top.

It was hard to tell whether it was living or dead, animal or plant.

Qin Lang said, "These treasures go through several inspection procedures before being delivered to the tower. Its defenses are even weaker than the Water Sect’s. When I came, I saw them and, accidentally, incidentally, borrowed a bit."

Looking at Qin Lang, Zhang Ze could be 100% certain that he did it on purpose, took a long detour, very carefully, and definitely took more than just a little.

But Zhang Ze didn’t dwell on it because the moment Fuji saw the golden coral, she pounced on it.

Just like when she sees golden fish bones.

The coral passed through Fuji’s bubble and was hugged by her, but Fuji did not absorb or eat it; she just held it.

After holding it for a long time, Little Fuji suddenly showed a troubled expression, "Ah, pity, I can’t eat it, I need others to help."

Only this little piece followed Zhang Ze; all other Fuji were busy elsewhere in the Four Continents and did not come along.

"Forget it." Qin Lang thought for a while while looking at Fuji, suppressed his curiosity, and abandoned the idea of having the Fuji army invade the Holy Land now.

"Fuji won’t run away; there’s no rush for this matter. Tonight, let’s rescue Zhu Luo first."

Zhang Ze asked, "Should I call Sect Leader Lu and my uncle back?"

Qin Lang replied, "No need, the two of us are enough."

...

Somewhere in the dungeon of Dubhe City’s underground palace.

Once used to suppress dissenters, the dungeon now felt somewhat desolate.

Hundreds of Colorful Robe Sword Spirits posing as prison guards sat kneeling like statues on the floating platforms.

Their colorful robes had long been covered with dust due to the passage of time, obscuring their original colors.

Their gaze extended downward along the crimson iron chains hanging from the dragon’s mouth on the platform, staring intently at the only prisoner in this prison.

A gigantic turtle shell lay in the abyss at the bottom of the underground palace, tightly entwined by crimson iron chains, silently eroding the runes on the turtle shell.

Suddenly, one Colorful Robe’s gaze left Zhu Luo.

Turning back, he saw the small door on the rock wall behind him, which hadn’t been opened for thousands of years, now open to a crack, and moments later, someone pushed it wide open.

Qin Lang and Zhang Ze entered the underground palace.

Without a shred of awareness of being intruders.

They escorted each other, prisoners and warders to one another.

Like two grandfathers, they swaggered toward the nearest Colorful Robe.