Chapter 565: Black Turtle Clan
"Bloodline density is quite lacking."
A strong voice boomed in the empty hall and created an echo, which made Xue Wei look around again, but nothing appeared from where the sound could originate.
He did not panic. Even if his bloodline was not as great as a pure Black Turtle, he was at least considered a member of the clan, and no one would kill him for no reason.
Not to mention, he felt absolutely no killing intent. Instead he felt that this location was most likely a training field made especially for the descendants of the Black Turtle Clan.
While Xue Wei was contemplating on whether or not to inform the unknown voice of his other bloodlines, the voice sounded once more.
"It seems that the bloodline is not hopeless. Although it is a bit weak for now, it has the potential to evolve into a better purity."
The voice was hoarse and sounded old, but there was an arrogance and domineering aura that swept all over the hall with each word.
It was clear that the voice belonged to someone who held a certain amount of power.
Xue Wei did not rush to converse with the voice. Instead, he waited for it to describe the situation in more detail, so that he could understand the situation better.
"I guess I should just make do, it has been more than ten thousand years since the last descendant entered my tower, so even if you are somewhat lacking, I'll still make you into a genius!"
"Senior, where is this, and who are you?"
Xue Wei heard that the voice was getting more and more positive towards him, and he took the chance to fish for information.
"How can you not know of me! What an unfilial junior!" The voice sounded very displeased and shocked by the lack of knowledge, but Xue Wei still did not feel any hatred or real anger, as if the owner of this voice was happy as long as it had someone to talk with.
Not that he could blame it, according to the previous words, he had been alone in this tower for more than ten thousand years, it made sense that he was feeling pretty lonely.
"Senior, this junior is named Xue Wei. I am a foreigner who arrived here by luck; the whole city is deserted and seems to have been left alone for many thousands of years already. As I have never been here before, I hope you will forgive my rude behavior, but I also wish to ask if it is possible to be given some information on where this is, and what purpose it has."
Xue Wei was not usually this polite to others, but he felt a strange reverence towards the owner of this voice, and he also somehow understood his loneliness. To be alone for so long, but not losing its mind was truly enough to deserve some respect.
"Fugui City has been deserted?" The voice seemed somewhat surprised, but Xue Wei could not hear much distress or unhappiness in it, as if he had long since assumed that this would be the result.
"Well then, young man, can you tell me how you, as a descendant of the Black Turtle Clan, has arrived within this cursed realm and even found our Fugui City?"
Xue Wei seemed to consider his options, but in the end, he still nodded his head and explained the situation in a few words.
"So you are looking for your friend to bring him back to the world of the living?" The voice sounded less hoarse after having spoken for some time, but it was still low and mellow. It was pleasant to listen to, and brought a bit of tranquility to Xue Wei.
"That was our original purpose, yes. Things have gone a bit out of hand, and I feel as if I need to understand why a city belonging to the Black Turtle Clan has appeared within this realm. Even if I have never met a member of the Black Turtle, they are still part of my bloodline."
The voice was silent for some time before a loud sigh floated through the air.
"This is Fugui City. It was meant to be the most brilliant place within the new realm, and the spiritual center for the new realm.
"Our world was not connected to the Ten Courts of Hell, and thus, those who died would never be able to regain a second chance at life, but slowly dissipate, and become energy.
"The Black Turtle Clan was a clan known for longevity. Many visited us to get help and methods to increase their lifespan as everyone feared the end that could not be fought.
"The Black Turtle Clan decided to use their abilities and create a haven for all those who died. The initial intention was to create our own version of Diyu, a place where souls would be sent when they died, and a place where they could start all over.
"The Black Turtle Clan had always been very proud of their ability to bless others with longevity, but they had overestimated their own abilities.
"They succeeded in creating the Ghost Realm, but things were not as simple as they expected.
"Souls and living beings are fundamentally different. Everything which contained any yang energy was able to harm these souls, while the excessive yin energy was hurting the Black Turtles.
"They also soon found that while they had ensured that the real had dense heaven and earth essence, the ghosts were unable to consume and refine this energy, and it just kept storing itself within the world.
"In return, they found that these ghosts still needed energy to keep their existence. What they needed was not an energy that the Black Turtle Clan was capable of providing them with, and these ghosts quickly began to cannibalize themselves."