Chapter 1543: Chapter 1543: There Are Always Dead Who Want to Crawl Out of Their Graves “Interesting little fellow.” The girl lying in the snow got up. She looked at He Ao, her blue eyes turning pure white in an instant, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her lips. “I’m curious, how did you know my identity?” “I’ve just heard some ‘legendary’ stories about you before,” He Ao slowly moved his steps, turning his posture, and watched the girl in front of him, laughing hoarsely. Vaguely, he sensed a kind of ‘attractive’ aura emanating from Andaville. As a matter of fact, at the first glance, he had already judged that the other party was not Kela, only disguised as Kela, which was why he threw that punch. “Oh?” The girl slightly narrowed her eyes, her gaze locked onto He Ao, and she said softly, “Heard it from Life?” “It’s just that I happen to have a wide range of interests,” He Ao smiled as he had already circled half around the girl, seemingly looking for a suitable position to attack. Actually, it wasn’t hard to guess that Andaville would appear here. After all, such a large blizzard scene, connected time-space rift, were all areas covered by the blizzard, but suddenly a Gobi Desert appeared, it would feel abrupt no matter what. Especially since He Ao had once seen a similar Gobi Desert scene on a mural in the dungeon world—during the era of the Fountain of Youth ruled by Stonemasons nine hundred years ago. Hence, he naturally associated it with the Fountain of Youth and thought of Andaville, which was also the basis of his transaction with the ‘Life Goddess.’ After all, the Fountain of Youth, in essence, is water infused with the remnants of Andaville’s corpse. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n0velfire.net However, at that time He Ao still couldn’t be sure that Andaville was the mastermind behind everything, he didn’t even think in the direction of Andaville, after all, Andaville had been dead for who knows how many years. He merely used the name of Andaville to attract the attention of the Life Goddess. It wasn’t until he went to the Fountain of Youth and met the Stonemason and heard that for hundreds of years the Stonemasons had been ‘sacrificing’ life into the Fountain of Youth, even plants, that he sensed something was wrong. The Fountain of Youth, as water that had come into contact with the remains of Andaville, should itself possess a very strong high-status characteristic and should also be very powerful. At least it should be capable of nurturing an angel-tier Stonemason. But after so many years, with so many life sacrifices, it only nurtured one angel-tier Stonemason and eight B-level ‘Stone Pillars.’ Where did the power of so many lives go? Especially since during his last battle with the Stonemason, the Stonemason had once gained an unexpected boost in position and power. It was then that He Ao realized the Stonemason wasn’t the actual controller of the Fountain of Youth; he was just a ‘Spring Guardian.’ And the true mastermind behind the scenes, manipulating the Stonemason to sacrifice life to the Fountain of Youth, continually providing it with power. The most likely candidate capable of manipulating the Fountain of Youth would be Andaville. Of course, Andaville was already dead. But for a Higher Being, death may not be the end. He Ao’s main ‘impressions’ of Andaville were resisting the Life Goddess and Li Cheng’s Andaville’s Spear—that was Andaville’s weapon. Opposing a Divine Being with an angel’s Talent Sequences as a weapon, these events all indicate that when Andaville was alive, he was likely a powerful ‘Usurper God,’ enough to challenge a Divine Being. Even the War God, who died so thoroughly, was seeking ways to return from death. Therefore, He Ao conjectured that the entity behind this blizzard was the resentful spirit of Andaville. The purposes of the living are varied, but the purpose of the dead is usually simple, which is to live again. Although He Ao didn’t know the origin and process of this blizzard, it was evident that Andaville was trying to use the blizzard to ‘resurrect.’ At that time, He Ao had guessed that she might go after Kela, but he didn’t expect that despite his hurry, he was still late. He sensed the aura in his mind. He Ao let out a slight sigh of relief. Still, it wasn’t too late. In his contemplation, He Ao’s gaze remained fixed on Andaville. After being exposed by him, Andaville did not change from the appearance of ‘Kela.’ Yet this body of hers, was not actually Kela’s body, so why insist on ‘becoming’ Kela’s appearance? She wasn’t deliberately impersonating Kela but had some kind of ‘mystical purpose’? To ‘steal’ Kela’s identity? “Your wide range of interests extends to going out of your way to destroy my Fountain of Youth, sacrificing to Life?” the girl slightly furrowed her brows and chuckled lightly. “If Miss Andaville hadn’t summoned this blizzard,” He Ao raised his brow slightly, “none of these things would have happened, right?” “Slippery little outsider,” Andaville looked at He Ao, “I know you don’t belong here. How about this, I can open a path for you back to your world,” She glanced slightly upwards at the dark clouds in the sky, then continued with a smile, “This path will be secretive enough not to be discovered by the one above, you can leave naturally without being found by them, and of course, you won’t be detected by other Divine Beings.” “Then may I ask you to first stop this blizzard?” He Ao smiled as he looked at the girl in front of him. “When the time comes, I’ll open a path for you, once you leave, I’ll naturally stop the blizzard,” Andaville looked at He Ao, “The blizzard is already of no use to me.” “Since it’s useless, you can stop it now,” He Ao smiled, “If you stop it, I can consider leaving.” “Little fellow,” Andaville’s gaze darkened, her voice hoarse, “Are you teaching me how to do things?” The slender ice sword flew out from behind He Ao, piercing through the blizzard and landing in He Ao’s hand. He maintained a smile, gazing at the girl before him, speaking calmly and gently, “Yes.” “Interesting little fellow,” Andaville’s gaze slightly darkened, but she did not attack. She stared at He Ao, “You’re so confident, you think you can defeat me?” “But you have to try anyway.” He Ao moved his steps, smiling as he spoke. Andaville’s cheeks darkened for a moment, then she slightly narrowed her eyes, “You’re worried about that little girl? You rushed here in a hurry to save her?” He Ao quietly gazed at her, not speaking. At that instant, Andaville raised her foot, and her high heel skimmed the snow. A golden object flew out from the snow, heading towards He Ao. He Ao reached out his hand and caught the golden object. It was a golden compass, with simple camellia flower patterns engraved around it. At this moment, the compass was spinning wildly, unable to find its direction. “It’s a pity,” a cold voice sounded in He Ao’s ear, carrying a hint of icy laughter, “She’s already dead.” The voice seemed distant when it started, but in an instant, it appeared very close, as if it was right beside He Ao. Simultaneously, He Ao felt his body start to stiffen, some kind of invisible cold emanating from deep within him, rapidly spreading outward. “This power isn’t as useful as my own, but I don’t have much choice now,” Andaville stood around He Ao, gazing at the side of his face, laughing, “You’re pretty smart, little guy. If you hadn’t kept moving, I would’ve frozen you a few sentences ago.” She slightly stepped back, glanced at the ice sword in He Ao’s hand, shrugged, “But that’s all there is to it. Is your Talent Sequence from the Audience Path? Let me think, the Audience Path Angels, Ghost King? Wave Rider? Butterfly Mask? Most of the angels from this path aren’t related to martial arts-related Talent Sequences, are they? How come you are like those muscle-brained martial artists, with your mind full of martial arts?” “You also call Talent Sequences Talent Sequences?” He Ao asked with slight curiosity. From the history of the dungeon world, it seemed that before the discovery of the Talent Sequence periodic table, extraordinary abilities weren’t called by this name; in this historical world, it appeared that extraordinary abilities were directly referred to as ‘magic.’ And Andaville was, obviously, far older than this historical world by an unknown number of years. “What, you thought this thing had a different name?” Andaville looked at He Ao, sneering, “The Life guy doesn’t even tell his Favored ones such basic things now?” She glanced at He Ao, sneering, “In the universe, all races that discover the patterns of Talent Sequences would use this name to designate them. Although the languages differ, the meanings are the same. You think the name was coined by the discoverers of the patterns? No, it can only be called this name; it’s the name determined by ‘Truth.’ Truth… naming the Talent Sequences, the entire universe had to use the name determined by Him. Good friends are so amazing. “So that’s how it is,” He Ao looked at Andaville and continued to ask, “You said I don’t look like a martial artist? Have you known martial artists before?” “Of course I have,” Andaville shrugged, “Killed quite a few. These guys are very energetic; eating one is quite filling,” She squinted her eyes, looking at He Ao, “Oh, you also have considerable martial arts cultivation on you,” Then she gave He Ao an odd look, “Two Talent Sequences plus martial arts, how are you not dead yet? And even became an Angel?” She raised her head, gazing at He Ao, “Oh, you’re near death, almost crazed. Being so close to the threshold, going mad is only a matter of time; no, this kind of conflict means you should’ve gone mad long ago—” She slightly furrowed her brows, studying He Ao, “How come you’re not mad yet? Your Talent Sequence is peculiar!” At this moment, fine ice crystals had already spread to the surface of He Ao’s body. “Aren’t I trying to find a way to maintain sanity?” He Ao casually replied, “Can you teach me? Or do you have a method for martial arts promotion to Angel?” “Martial arts promotion to Angel method?” Andaville raised her head, gazing at He Ao, smiling, “What do you plan to exchange for it, little guy? Your special Talent Sequence?” “Oh, you don’t know.” He Ao glanced at her, shaking his head slightly disappointedly. “Of course I know.” Andaville’s face sank. “But you can’t remember,” He Ao calmly looked at her, “You’re just a fragment of a resentful spirit, after all, you don’t have all of Andaville’s memories.” “I can tell you one thing, martial arts promotion to Angel requires a ritual,” Andaville gazed at He Ao, smiling, “I know you’re using provocation. Little guy, I’ll give you this knowledge for free; you can go die now. I’ll take your Talent Sequence and study it well.” With that, she slightly raised her hand, and dense ice instantly covered He Ao’s body. In the ice, He Ao slightly squinted his eyes. In that moment, he shifted eight of the nine marks onto the girl before him, allowing him to barely sense her thoughts. She wasn’t lying, but she knew only as much. Andaville, when alive, might have known more, but the one before He Ao was only a resentful spirit after all. However, this guy’s Position is too high. Though Andaville didn’t exert the oppressive force and power to He Ao like Tuning Master and Star Shadow, he seemed to possess an equivalent Position to a Usurper God. A resentful spirit dead for an unknown number of years couldn’t possibly have such a high Position, so his Position must be derived from Kela? Must find a way to first strip away the Position she obtained from Kela. At this time, ‘Andaville’ also raised her head and looked towards He Ao.