Chapter 148: Sacrifice one’s life “to protect the common people!”…
"Do you recognize this book?" Liu Yuqin asked after noticing Xie Wuyang's strange behavior.
Xie Wuyang shook his head, "No. But I have seen the handwriting on it."
Liu Yuqin: "Where did you see it?"
Xie Wuyang's fingertips rubbed the dried ink, not hiding anything, "I once accidentally came across a book written by Song Duoyan, and this one is exactly the same."
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, a strange look flashed across his eyes, "Senior Sister, can you lend me the book?"
Liu Yuqin nodded without hesitation, "Of course."
Now the Immortal Sect is under attack from all sides, and all sects and schools in the attic are in the same boat.
Xie Wuyang and she were from the same school, so Liu Yuqin naturally had no concerns.
Xie Wuyang took the hand that was handed to him and stroked the two words "Nameless" smudged with ink on it with his fingertips.
He recalled the book "Record of the Divine Power" that he had sneaked into the forbidden pavilion to read. It was also written by Song Duoyan and had the same handwriting.
The "Record of the Gods" he found was hidden by a barrier, and now the "Nameless" was hidden in a wooden box by someone as if to cover up his mistake.
Everyone listed the works written by Song Duoyan as an evil book, but refused to destroy it, even Cang Qiongshan, who was a model of righteousness and justice, was no exception.
This shows that many people in this world claim to be righteous, but in fact they are just trapped by selfishness.
It's also thanks to the selfishness of these people.
Xie Wuyang had an inexplicable intuition that the solution to their current predicament was in this book "Nameless".
Maybe it was because he was getting closer to the truth, but Xie Wuyang's heart was beating fast.
Sweat grew damply on the palms, and the fingertips trembled slightly as they turned the pages of the ancient book.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. If this book "Nameless" could really break the deadlock, Fu Zhitao wouldn't have to die, those poisoned disciples wouldn't have to die, and Yun Wanzhou wouldn't have to worry so much. He should be happy in every way.
But as his eyes passed over the words in the book inch by inch and delved deeper into the content, Xie Wuyang became more and more afraid to read on.
It was as if some mysterious force of resistance gathered in his heart, preventing him from opening this long-forgotten forbidden book.
This book contains...
Is this really a way to control the Nightmare Stone?
Xie Wuyang forced himself to suppress the inexplicable resistance and fear in his heart and turned to the next page.
Unlike the neat and beautiful handwriting above, it seemed as if the writer's research had hit a dead end, and he was desperately trying to deduce and calculate, trying to find a new way out.
"The source of divine power begins with all things." The handwriting was illegible, revealing the owner's irritability when he wrote it. Later, for some unknown reason, the owner roughly crossed it out with a line.
New words were written next to the crossed-out characters.
"The spiritual power generated by all things is the origin of cultivators." Cross it out.
The handwriting became increasingly irregular, with some sentences even being put aside halfway through before the owner began writing down new ideas.
Although these two pages were messy and disorganized, Xie Wuyang was able to find some of the owner's intentions after reading them carefully.
He was searching for a power, a power that could transcend the three realms and even the gods, so much so that the divine power itself was rudely deprived and thrown out of the master's plan.
In the attic, the voices of the disciples' conversations could be heard from time to time. In this desperate situation, these ordinary conversations seemed rare and precious.
At some point, a slight sound of footsteps was mixed in, coming from far away and quickly passing by Xie Wuyang's side, so that when the snow-white figure flashed by and disappeared from his sight, Xie Wuyang's attention was barely diverted from the book in his hand, and he looked up to see the cold figure that had already walked away in front of him.
As the leader of the alliance elected by all the immortal sects, the world looks up to the immortal master with infinite merits and virtues. When people are in panic, he always appears to be calm and composed, such as now.
Because of the obstruction of the disciples gathered around Yun Wanzhou, Xie Wuyang could not see clearly what was happening, and he was even more unable to read what this person was thinking from the mere back of Yun Wanzhou.
Only through the occasional gaps between the gathered disciples could he see a mass of indistinguishable objects shrouded in black mist. It took Xie Wuyang a lot of effort to recognize that it was a human leg.
Liu Yuqin obviously noticed the movement over there and turned around. "What happened?"
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, not knowing what to feel for a moment.
According to the original body's identity, although the original body and these people in the attic are all immortal cultivators, there are very few people with whom he has had any interactions, or even just exchanged a word or two.
His original body was a demon, while these cultivators were all human. There was a difference between humans and demons, not to mention that Xie Wuyang came from five hundred years in the future. Five hundred years later, all of these immortals had a deep hatred for him.
He could have stayed out of these disputes. If Yun Wanzhou hadn't been unable to let go of them, he could have even used his identity as a demon to escape from here, and then after careful planning, compete with Song Duoyan for the position of the co-lord of the three realms.
What does the life of a monk who has no connection with him mean?
Xie Wuyang only glanced at it and then looked away, "Someone's poison mist has taken effect."
Instead of worrying about these things that are beyond our control, it is better to take this time to find a way to eradicate them once and for all.
Liu Yuqin obviously didn't think so.
There was a sound of collision beside his ear. When Xie Wuyang looked up, Liu Yuqin had already placed the wooden box on the shelf and walked towards the source of the situation.
"Immortal Lord." Liu Yuqin walked through the crowd and saluted Yun Wanzhou.
The situation before him should be more difficult than he had imagined. Yun Wanzhou didn't even have time to respond. After using spiritual power to suppress it without success, he half squatted down, as if he was going to take other measures.
Elder Rong Ling was helpless against the poison, and since his spiritual power was unable to suppress it, he was probably left with no choice but to wait for death.
Xie Wuyang frowned and turned his gaze back to the book. The messy words made it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate. He had no choice but to give up and turned to the next page.
I don’t know whether the owner found what he was looking for or chose to give up, but the content of this page finally returned to normal, soothing Xie Wuyang’s eyes.
"The ascension of the gods can help them overcome tribulations with their emotions. The strongest thing in the world is the eight sufferings of life..." Xie Wuyang's eyes followed his fingertips as he read line by line, his tone suddenly pausing, "Seven emotions and six desires, gods, demons, and humans, demons are the strongest..."
"The magic rule... the strongest..." These four words were murmured repeatedly between Xie Wuyang's lips and teeth.
This is……
A flash of inspiration appeared in his mind, Xie Wuyang's eyes were shocked, and he scrolled down quickly.
Seven emotions and eight sufferings, the demon clan...
Isn't it the black fog that covers the sky above the demons and prevents them from seeing the sun that best embodies the demons' anger, stupidity and resentment?
What does Song Duoyan want to do?
As the number of mentions of the demons increases, the answer to this question becomes increasingly clear.
Cangqiong Mountain, the forbidden area of the attic.
He actually risked the world's condemnation and collected Song Duoyan's book on making evil things.
And this evil thing is what everyone in the world fears and desires—
Nightmare stone.
The life of the disciple who had been poisoned seemed to be coming to an end. The disciples watching were silent. After a long time, someone asked an unwilling question.
"Immortal Venerable, is there really no other way?"
No one answered.
Someone drew the sword from his waist and vowed to fight the demons to the death with a resolute tone. "Sitting back and waiting to die is also death. Rather than living like this, it's better to fight the demons! I have cultivated for decades, why would I stay here and be a turtle?!"
"That's right!"
The man raised his arm and shouted, gritting his teeth, "Who among you is willing to fight with me out of the attic, risking my life, and using my humble strength to achieve my goal and protect the people?"
The disciples around looked at each other, and quite a few of them stood up. The attic in the fourth phase was suddenly filled with passion and excitement.
"What a great man, Mou Weiwang, protecting the people! Rather than living a life worse than death here, it's better to have a good fight with the demons! My immortal friend, I am willing to go with you!"
"I do."
"Although our Qiankun Sect is not as powerful as other sects, more than ten of my fellow disciples are willing to rush out of the attic with our immortal friends. Even if we die without a complete body, we must weaken the demon clan's fighting spirit!"
"Plan for the future and protect the people!"
Most of the immortal sect's disciples stood up, holding spiritual weapons in their hands, and gathered in front of the attic barrier.
Seeing that people's hearts were getting stronger and stronger, many of them forced their spiritual power to break out of the barrier. At this time, a buzzing sound came from Suixue, and a huge sword energy exploded, resounding in all directions, knocking down those disciples who wanted to break out of the barrier.
"Who said there is no way?" Yun Wanzhou's voice was cold, and there was a chill in his brows.
Xie Wuyang flipped through the pages faster and faster, and when he reached two or three pages near the end, his eyes finally lit up.
Perhaps because he didn't want others to know what he was doing, Song Duoyan named the book "Nameless". The book records his journey from searching for the most powerful force in the three realms, to forging the Nightmare Stone with magic energy, to everything he discovered that he could do with the Nightmare Stone.
And what is recorded at the end is that the power of the Nightmare Stone penetrates into people's hearts, devouring their spiritual power and flesh and blood until it completely dissipates and becomes part of the Nightmare Stone's power.
so……
This is not poison.
The black mist that invaded the disciple's body was not intended to kill him, but...
It devours spiritual energy and turns into the source of power for the Nightmare Stone.
"What does this mean, Immortal Venerable? Could it be that you have found a way to save us?" someone asked.
Having witnessed the demise of his former companions, Yun Wanzhou's words obviously failed to convince everyone.
Someone questioned, "Since the Immortal Venerable already had a solution, why didn't he tell us before? Could it be that he fabricated this lie because he didn't want us to escape?"
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and his gaze fell on the disciple who was poisoned.
Once people have their own opinions, it is difficult to change them no matter how much they are explained.
Instead of wasting time arguing, it is easier to prove it directly.
Yun Wanzhou put two fingers together, circulated his spiritual power, half-knelt down, and suddenly tapped the disciple's eyebrows.
No one could see clearly how he was exercising his skills. Even Liu Yuqin only saw a bright white light flash when Yun Wanzhou's fingertips touched the man's brow.
The black mist was like a frightened bird, as if it was under some kind of coercion inside the host's body. It scrambled to escape from the body it was inhabiting, and at the moment of leaving the body, it encountered another body that was more suitable for their survival, and scrambled to enter Yun Wanzhou's body.
Under the impact of external forces, Yun Wanzhou's face turned pale in an instant.
On the other side, Xie Wuyang's fingertips stopped flipping through the ancient book. The book had reached the end. The words on the last page were no longer as neat and complete as those on the previous pages. There were only two short sentences written alone in the middle of the page.
Xie Wuyang could hardly control the trembling of his fingertips, his lips opened and closed, but he could not read the words no matter what he did.
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