PD -Chapter 113 Seven-Colored Divine Stone

“You’re saying… the rift between the Three Realms is in Sichuan?” I couldn’t help but ask for confirmation.

“Yeah, what about it?” the woman—once the Eastern Ghost Emperor, Shentu—remained calm and indifferent.

“S…Sichuan which part?” Liu Xiaopeng stammered in shock.

“Hmm… how should I put it? It’s a very remote place. But the locals seem to have given it a name—Heizhugou.”

Shentu stretched lazily, her body curves completely exposed before our eyes, yet she didn’t seem to care at all.

“It’s in a mountain range?” I asked.

Shentu looked at me in slight surprise, then nodded.

“Yes. The outer area of the rift is an untouched primeval forest that no one has set foot in for years.”

“The so-called Three Realms Rift is a gap formed at a point where the human realm, the divine realm, and the netherworld—three worlds that were originally separated by natural barriers—somehow connected together.”

“In fact, such rifts aren’t limited to just one location in the human world,” Shentu said, becoming a bit more serious. She folded her arms across her chest and continued.

“You humans like to divide the world using latitude and longitude. In your civilization, there is a very strange latitude—30 degrees north.”

“This latitude passes through the four ancient civilizations and is also a region plagued with disasters.”

As I listened, images I had once seen in bizarre and mysterious books surfaced in my mind—things related to 30°N latitude.

This line crosses many of the world’s natural and cultural mysteries.

For example, the pyramids of ancient Egypt located almost perfectly at the center of Earth’s landmasses, and the unsolved mystery of the Sphinx;

The mysterious Sahara Desert of North Africa, the Dead Sea, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the legendary sinking site of Atlantis, and the terrifying Bermuda Triangle…

Among China’s wonders along 30°N, the first thing that came to my mind was the Himalayas.

But Shentu had already said the rift was located in Sichuan, so the Himalayas were obviously ruled out.

“Do you know why there are so many miracles and secrets along this latitude?” Shentu looked at me with interest, as if she had seen through everything I was thinking.

“Because of the rifts?” Liu Xiaopeng guessed, suddenly realizing something.

“Correct!” Shentu clapped her hands with a smile at him.

“This latitude might be what you humans now call a bug in reality.”

“In any case, I’ve already told you where those two are.”

“Now, I’ll answer your second question.”

Shentu stood up.

“Your chance to turn things around lies in one thing!”

“What thing?” I asked immediately.

“You must have seen the black jade stone that sealed two-thirds of my soul, right?” she asked.

I gave a wry smile in my heart. Not only had I seen it—I had held it, played with it, even kept it for a while…

And everything that happened to Tang Shanshan was caused by that black jade. How could I possibly forget it?

“That black jade is far more mysterious than you imagine,” Shentu said, clasping her hands behind her back and lifting her chest slightly, continuing.

“Legend says it is a divine stone forged by the Goddess Nuwa to mend the heavens. It contains her supreme divine power—indestructible, and capable of absorbing all spiritual energy.”

I frowned. This was getting more and more ridiculous. I had always believed the story of Nuwa patching the sky was just mythology created by later generations…

But hearing it from this woman—who was once an Eastern Ghost Emperor—I didn’t know whether to believe it or not.

I had studied that jade before, but all I could sense was an extremely heavy aura of yin energy and malice…

I saw no trace of any “supreme divine power.”

And it clearly looked like a black stone—so why was she calling it a seven-colored divine stone?

Shentu glanced at me, frowned slightly, as if she understood what I was thinking, and shook her head.

“Kid, you’re really lacking in knowledge.”

“Did you sleep through your physics classes in elementary school? In your current understanding of color, everything the human eye sees is just reflected light.”

“That stone absorbs all light. In a sense, it absorbs all colors—so in essence, it is already seven-colored.”

I almost rolled my eyes. I hadn’t asked her for a physics lecture.

I just wanted to know how we were supposed to get that stone again—were we supposed to go snatch it from Lucifer?

And even if we got it, we couldn’t just throw it at our enemies and hope it killed both the Ghost Emperor and Lucifer, could we?

Back then, it took the full power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to seal the Ghost Emperor inside that stone.

“I didn’t expect Lucifer that old bastard to actually collect four black jade stones… The ones he has are identical to the one used by Ksitigarbha to seal me. He used them to seal the souls of the other Four Ghost Emperors. Those old fools are really useless…”

“But that’s not what you need to worry about. What I want you to find is an even larger piece of black jade.”

Shentu muttered to herself, sounding more and more like an old woman.

“Where is it?” I cut her off directly.

“In Youdu,” she said calmly.

“Youdu?” I gasped. “How are we supposed to get it?”

“There is a piece in Youdu—the largest divine stone used to mend the heavens. It was used to guard Youdu, and the Eastern Peak Great Emperor transformed it into the first barrier gate leading into the underworld.”

“The underworld’s first checkpoint?” I frowned, recalling records from Records of Heaven’s Secrets of the Netherworld, and stared at her wide-eyed.

“You’re telling us to steal the gate of the Ghost Gate of Hell?”

“That’s a bit like a knockoff version of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio…”

“You don’t need to steal the whole thing. You couldn’t carry it anyway,” Shentu smiled faintly.

“Just enough material to forge a suitable weapon is sufficient.”

“That gate isn’t a piece of candy where we can just take a bite whenever we want,” I shook my head hard. This plan sounded completely unreliable.

“The Ghost Gate and Taoshan Mountain were once under my jurisdiction. I have a way to get you in.”

“But… if you want to cut or move that black jade gate, you’ll need heavenly fire capable of refining it.”

Shentu turned her gaze toward Liu Xiaopeng.

“Back then, the one who helped Nuwa forge the sky-mending stone was an ancient divine dragon. Dragon true fire, when catalyzed by spiritual energy, becomes heavenly fire—it should be enough to melt and cut the black jade of the Ghost Gate.”

“So before we go to Youdu, you must fully master your bloodline power.”

As she spoke, Shentu slowly raised her slender finger and gently touched the pulse on Liu Xiaopeng’s neck.