My Waste Husband
Chapter 715

Chapter 715

Henry looked up and found that the light came from the sky.

"It's a little late now, and there's something wrong with seasons as well. Spring has just begun outside, so the weather isn't very good. Summer is a rare time to experience the sunlight, and it's the season that everyone is looking forward to the most." The short man sighed.

Henry nodded secretly. Africa belonged to the southern hemisphere, and China was in the northern hemisphere. It was October now, so China has just entered autumn, while people here entered spring. People living here had not gone out for hundreds of years. It was also a luxury to see the sun and feel the warm sunshine.

"No, that's not right!"

Henry suddenly realized a problem. If these people couldn't get out and were under the ground, how could the sunshine penetrate through? If there was a place that the sunshine could penetrate through, how could this place stop these old freaks, who had survived since the last century, from escaping?!

The short man seemed to have felt Henry's thoughts and smiled at him. "Don't worry, I know what's in your mind. When I came in, it was also what I thought. Someone will answer it for you. Let me warn you, what you're going to hear next may subvert your cognition."

As soon as the short man's voice fell, a voice sounded behind Henry.

"It has been a hundred and forty years. The gates of Hell have once again been opened. I had thought that this prison would forever be forgotten by others."

Henry suddenly turned around and looked back. A middle- aged man, who was 1.8 meters tall in a black robe, stood behind him at this moment.

Henry was 100 percent sure that when he first entered this floor, he didn't see anyone. Now, this middle- aged man was silently approaching him in this spacious place! What kind of strength was this? Moreover, he looked so young!

"Come with me. I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart. It just so happens that I can have a chat with you." The middle-aged man waved to Henry, randomly chose a direction and stepped forward.

"Go." The short man pouted his lips at Henry.

"He is the boss of this Hell. Everyone listens to him."

Henry nodded, took a deep breath and followed the middle-aged man.

"I'm older than you. It's not impolite to ask your name first." The middle- aged man walked leisurely.

Henry and the middle- aged man stood parallel to each other and stared at each other. The middle- aged man looked very ordinary, he would be unnoticeable in the crowd, but his body exuded a strange attraction, which made people want to stare at him.

"My name is Henry." Henry said.

"I'm Silas, 390 years old this year." The middle-aged man said slowly.

"Three hundred and ninety!" Henry's body trembled.

At the age of 390, he had been alive since the Ming Dynasty.

"You seem to be surprised, don't you?" Silas asked, feeling a little strange.

"It's just mind-blowing." Henry nodded. "Now our average lifespan is sixty-nine years. Your age is enough for many people to live for a few lifetimes."

Silas chuckled. "Oh, so it's declining now. Looks like there are very few people in the Spirit- controlling Realm outside."

"Spirit- controlling Realm?" Henry was puzzled. He'd only had a vague idea of the realms of Qi.

Silas said, "I can tell that your cultivation has reached the Transforming realm. What level do you belong to in the outside world?"

Henry shook his head and said, "I don't know. I have been investigating about cultivation, including the Spiritual Stones. I only found out about these things not long ago."

Silas heard Henry's words and suddenly stopped. He was stunned for a few seconds and then sighed. "It turned out to be true. 140 years ago, Omid... was called Omid, right? It was a long time ago. I don't remember his name and he also forgot his name. When he came in, he told me that he was the seventh superior. He was entered from the Divine Realm to the Qi-concentrating Realm. At that time, I felt that martial arts gradually weakened. A person who was only in the Divine Realm could also be regarded as the seventh superior. Now, you, in the Transforming Realm, were sent here. It's pathetic. It's pathetic."

Henry heard Silas's words and took the opportunity to ask, "Senior, how many levels are there in our cultivation?"

They were all old fossils who had lived for hundreds of years. What they knew was much more than what was recorded in the ancient books.

Silas said, "Qi- controlling Realm, Transforming Realm, Qi-concentrating Realm, Divine Realm, and Spirit- controlling Realm, these five realms are differentiated. You have insights into Qi- controlling Realm and the Transforming Realm. The Qi- concentrating Realm refers to the way of condensing Qi into a physical form, which is used to deal with enemies. The Divine Realm is the way of Spirit,

which is given to Qi. If you can condense a tiger, you must let the tiger have its power. If you can condense a snake, you must make the snake cruel and ruthless."

Speaking of this, Silas looked at Henry. "As for the Spirit-controlling Realm, you need to control yourself with anima energy, so that your face will remain young and your muscles will not decay."

"That's to say, senior, you're a spiritcontrolling expert." Henry didn't expect that there were so many realms above the Transformating Realm. Just from listening to Silas's explanation, he could imagine how terrifying the so-called Spirit-controlling realm was. To be able to control one's own age, this was changing the laws of the human body!

Silas smiled and did not answer Henry's question. Instead, he asked, "Which clan is the strongest outside? Is it the Tang clan? Or is it the Temple Guardians? Or is it the Langya Wang clan?"

"None of them." Henry shook his head. "The clans have hidden from the world for nearly a hundred years. Now the strongest one should be the Li family of Longxi."

"Li Clan?" Silas narrowed his eyes. "From the looks of it, that Li Yongcai has succeeded."

Silas asked again, "If those clans are hidden, who is visible?"

"Ancient kungfu families."

"Sure enough!" Silas's eyes focused. "In the battle back then, that person suggested that the clan was too powerful and separated the military envoys from each other. Now it seems that he has already succeeded. If that's the case, it's reasonable to say that the martial arts are sparse."

Henry quickly asked, "Senior, what on earth is the battle you mentioned?"

The relationship between the clans and the ancient kungfu families had always been a mystery. When it was in front of Henry, the mystery couldn't be solved, which made Henry feel like a fishbone

was stuck in his throat.

"That battle..." Silas recalled his memory and then waved his hand. "Forget it. It's been a long time. Let's not talk about it. After all, we have no chance to go out since we are trapped here. Those troublesome things have nothing to do with us. Come with me. I have something to ask you."

Henry followed Silas all the way. The space here was too big. If Henry hadn't known that he was thousands of meters underground and was in a cage, he might have thought that he was wandering somewhere.