Song Qingyue appeared at the entrance of the underwater demon cave without saying a word.
The bright red duckweed flowers floated along with the undercurrent. He seemed to be able to feel an indescribable longing.
He could no longer feel his father's presence. Or perhaps, it had spread to every corner of Qing River.
He felt sad.
But he could not shed tears.
Behind him were the higher-ups of Qing River's Water Tribe. There were three of them in total, and they were all in the Outer Building State.
Including him and Elder Gui, who was taking care of Qing Zhi, there were five Outer Building State cultivators in the entire Qing River's Water Tribe.
After two Lan River battles and one battle to destroy White Bone Path, it seemed that the Water Tribe had a strong foundation to have five Outer Building State cultivators left.
But it was difficult for the Water Tribe to reproduce. The speed of the birth of powerful cultivators was far slower than that of the human race.
The Qing River's Water Tribe had almost exhausted their battle potential. For so many years, they had relied on Song Hengjiang to prolong their existence.
Apart from the burly general who was still in his prime, the others were old and had no chance of reaching the Immortal Arrival State.
The future of the Qing River's Water Tribe was not optimistic.
The reason why Song Hengjiang was unwilling to die despite his injuries was that he was worried about his tribe.
But now, he did not have to worry anymore.
He did not have to worry anymore.
Song Qingyue thought.
But other than this thought, there was sadness, anger, and hatred.
Because his father was too tired. As his son, he knew very well how he had endured all these years. Every day he was alive was torture.
He had been waiting for the result of the confrontation between Song Hengjiang and Zhuang Gaoxian in the Water Residence. Zhuang Gaoxian came and went as if the matter had been resolved.
His father only returned to the residence to show his face before leaving in a hurry.
He knew that his father did not have long to live, but he did not expect that he would never see his father again.
He did not know what happened in the underwater demon cave. He also did not know why his father died here.
But he had to know.
He took a step forward and then retracted his leg.
An old man with shoulder-length black hair appeared in front of him. He stood closer to the entrance of the cave than Song Qingyue.
It was Zhuang State's minister, the experienced and astute Du Ruhui.
"Young Emperor."
The old man bowed. He did not lose his manners.
"Minister Du."
Song Qingyue lowered his head and returned the greeting.
No matter how much he hated this person in his heart, he had to make sure that he didn't lose his manners.
He told himself that from now on, he no longer had the right to be willful.
Because the stalwart figure that was willing to tolerate his willfulness and shelter him from the wind and rain had already fallen.
Fallen forever.
Seeing Song Qingyue's attitude, Du Ruhui's heart relaxed slightly. After Song Hengjiang's death, what he was most afraid of was Song Qingyue not knowing what to do. Song Qingyue himself was not hard to deal with. However, Song Hengjiang's prestige was too great. They couldn't immediately support a puppet that could control Qingjiang after killing Song Qingyue.
Song Qingyue was still able to communicate and was still willing to cooperate. This was undoubtedly the best outcome in a terrible situation.
He turned his body to the side, allowing Zhuang Gaoxian, who had broken through the flowing water, to land in front of him.
Zhuang Gaoxian's observation ability allowed him to see the situation inside the cave at the very first moment. Even so, he still stepped in, wanting to see more clearly.
Song Hengjiang had died too suddenly, and this place was too sensitive!
Throughout the entire process, Zhuang Gaoxian didn't look at anyone from the Water Tribe, including Song Qingyue.
To him, the only person worth looking at in the entire Qingjiang Water Tribe was no longer here.
Song Qingyue was expressionless as he walked in.
The three higher-ups of the Water Tribe naturally followed behind him.
However, Du Ruhui stretched out a hand. "Sorry, you can't go in."
The Water Lord of Qingjiang had died in front of them, but Du Ruhui didn't allow them to go in and take a look.
The three higher-ups of the Water Tribe didn't say anything and just stood there.
Song Qingyue naturally noticed this sad scene, but he didn't say anything and just walked in silently.
Bright red duckweed flowers circled around him and flowed outwards.
It was as if they were bidding farewell to him.
It was as if they were announcing that he had grown up.
Song Qingyue walked into the huge cave. The first thing that attracted his attention was the one hundred and eight empty blood-patterned stone coffins. He didn't know what was sealed inside.
Zhuang Gaoxian was in the cave on the left.
He walked in as well.
Then, he saw his old father's decapitated body lying quietly on the ground. The water that came in later couldn't disturb his position.
There were two forms of the Water Tribe. One was the human form, which was his current form. The other was the Water Body, which was his father's current form.
The Water Body was the strongest form of the Water Tribe. The crisscrossing flesh between the brows was actually two hyoid bones hidden under the skin. It could help them feel and control water more specifically.
However, living in the Modern World where humans were the majority, the Water Tribe tried their best to appear in human form.
Song Qingyue noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian's gaze stopped for a moment on the two hyoid bones in his father's Water Body. He seemed to pay special attention to the part of the Water Tribe that was different from the human race.
He didn't know if it was curiosity or resistance.
Song Qingyue also noticed that Zhuang Gaoxian was observing him.
He hated this kind of observation that was like sizing up goods, but at the same time, he knew that this kind of observation would be unavoidable in the future.
He slowly walked forward and gently covered Song Hengjiang's eyes.
"Can you tell how my father died, Your Majesty?" he asked.
They both knew that they were related by blood. Zhuang Gaoxian's grandmother was his aunt.
However, neither of them was willing to admit this.
Song Qingyue hid his emotions well, and Zhuang Gaoxian didn't show any of it on his face.
He was actually observing Song Hengjiang's Water Body just now. It was rare to see the corpse of a peak Divine Descent Water Tribe member.
He tried to find the part of him that was related to the Water Tribe on this corpse.
He didn't like the Water Tribe bloodline in him, but he wouldn't hide it.
His gaze naturally swept across every corner of the Ancient Cave of Devils. He said in a cautious voice, "I can feel the traces of the White Bone Evil God, and devil energy …"
He didn't see Song Wanxi.
"Do you know where this is?" he asked Song Qingyue.
Song Qingyue shook his head honestly. "Before this, I never knew there was such a place at the bottom of Qing River."
"This is the Ancient Cave of Devils." Zhuang Gaoxian said slowly. He found that Song Qingyue wasn't lying, so he skipped over it and said, "There was an ancient passage here for a short period of time. It seems to be related to … the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb."
"The one who killed your father may be the White Bone Evil God or a True Demon."
He made this verbal judgment. At the same time, he thought —
Could it be related to his grandmother?
A True Demon couldn't casually descend into the modern world.
Could it be that after Song Hengjiang's secret was exposed, he risked opening the ancient passage and wanted to send Song Wanxi to the Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb to become a True Demon?
During this process, he was watched by the White Bone Evil God and met with misfortune?
"Or there are other … other reasons."
Zhuang Gaoxian muttered to himself.
It wasn't that he liked to talk nonsense. It was that even as a Perfected Person, he was confused.
White Bone Evil God, Ten Thousand Worlds Desolate Tomb, True Demon, Water Monarch …
The remnant auras here were too chaotic and of a high level. Even though he had the vision of a Perfected Person, he couldn't sort them out.
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