Chapter 125 of The Magical Beast Taming Game: The Art of Imprinting Spiritual Beasts

Shi Yan walked over and looked in the direction of Ye Yier's finger, only to see a twinkling star in the backlight, like a reflective gem.

Ye Yier gently nudged Shi Yan with her elbow and whispered, "Shi Yan, go and see what that thing is."

Shi Yan smiled, it turned out that Ye Yier was afraid of the dark, so she called him. Shi Yan smiled and shook his head, and walked forward. The bright spot was under a pillar in the dark, and Shi Yan reached out to pick it up.

"Hiss!" The sharp spikes of the object pierced his finger, and blood immediately oozed out and dripped onto the object. There was a slight flash of light, and the blood was absorbed by the object in an instant, as if it touched a sponge.

Buzz!

A buzzing sound suddenly appeared, which was particularly loud in the empty and silent stone house. Shi Yan's eyebrows were fixed, and he quickly stood up, protecting Ye Yier, and looked around vigilantly. The Yin-Yang Pisces appeared, and a light flashed. Xiao Kong stood in the middle of the field holding a golden long stick.

Xiaokong's cultivation level is the fourth level of spiritual communication, which is one level higher than Shi Yan. With his help, Shi Yan feels more confident.

But after a while, apart from the buzzing sound, nothing happened.

"Who are you, evil monster? You are playing tricks here! Come out immediately, otherwise don't blame me, Shi Ye, for tearing this place down!" Shi Yan looked around vigilantly and shouted in a muffled voice. His voice echoed in the empty stone chamber for a long time.

Ye Yier pointed at the bright star and whispered, "Why do I feel like the sound is coming from there?"

Shi Yan listened carefully and found that it was coming from there as she said. Because of his nervousness and the sound diffusion effect of the stone house, he mistakenly thought that it was a thief, and did not carefully identify the direction of the sound.

Xiaokong ran forward, picked up the thing, held it in his palm and handed it to Shi Yan. Shi Yan took a closer look and found that it was a ring inlaid with colored diamonds. The ring had a unique shape, with a lotus flower hanging on the thin ring. The lotus flower was inlaid with crystal colored diamonds, which reflected colorful light under the light of the luminous stone, shining and charming, like a dream.

Shi Yan put it on his finger. Strangely, as soon as the ring was on Shi Yan's finger, the buzzing sound stopped.

"Eh?" Xiao Kong tilted his head in confusion, as if asking how this thing could make a sound.

Shi Yan was about to speak when his breath suddenly choked, and his chest felt as if it was hit by an ice spike, causing an indescribable sharp pain. The scenery in front of him suddenly changed, the stone chamber suddenly disappeared, and in its place, a magnificent palace appeared!

Shi Yan was dumbfounded. He couldn't help but feel astonished, curious, shocked, and indescribably excited. After a long while, he asked in a dreamy voice, "Where...where is this?"

In the sky ahead, there was a majestic palace city floating, reaching up to the sky. The towers and palaces were majestic, with flowing eaves and flying tiles, and the atmosphere was magnificent and magnificent!

In front of the main hall, there were hundreds of white jade steps that were not connected to each other and floated in the air, extending all the way to the bottom of one's feet.

Suddenly thinking of the underground ocean before, Shi Yan suddenly realized, "Illusion, this is an illusion!" He was very suspicious, could it be that I have fallen into the illusion trap again? He kept reminding himself that he was in an illusion, but his body still involuntarily walked towards the snow-white jade steps, step by step, slowly walking towards the hall above the sky.

Around the main hall, colorful mists lingered, cranes flew, auspicious beasts roamed, fairies danced with lanterns, and immortal generals patrolled with swords. All of this was like a fairyland, giving Shi Yan an illusion that he was walking on the road to immortality. At the end of the white jade steps was the immortal palace that cultivators longed for!

Looking from afar, a huge crystal plaque is hung on the main gate of the city wall, with three large glazed characters shining brightly: Only Heavenly Palace.

Entering the Weitian Palace, the hall is magnificent, with a huge bronze beast guarding each corner, looking up with its head held high; beside it stand thirty-six bronze men in golden armor standing on both sides, holding magic weapons and looking forward. Apart from these people, there is no one else.

At the center of the main gate, a central avenue paved with black gold slabs stretched straight through the main palace gate and into the depths. The palace curtains fluttered in the wind, and Shi Yan walked along the black gold slabs into the depths with a dazed look in his eyes.

Many fairies and generals passed by, but they all passed by. No one came to ask about Shi Yan who appeared here, as if they were invisible air. Shi Yan thought to himself, "Could it be that they can't see me? It should be, all this is just an illusion, and this illusion is a mirage illusion, used to record and report, so it only shows a shadow, so they naturally can't see me."

In a trance, Shi Yan walked through a long corridor and came to an inner circle. The garden had winding high walls, palaces, terraces and pavilions, and it was so magnificent and luxurious that it looked like a fairyland in heaven.

In the center, there was a huge tree that was so tall that the top could not be seen, with lush branches and leaves. Three people were sitting under the tree.

An old man with white hair tied up high, eyebrows as light as smoke, eyes as clear as autumn water, skin as white as snow, turned out to be a beautiful woman. At her knees, there were two young people, about sixteen or seventeen years old, a boy and a girl, listening to the white-haired woman's sermon.

When Shi Yan approached, he could clearly hear the woman's voice.

The white-haired woman smiled slightly, holding a jade flute in her hand, muttering something in a low voice, as if she was singing, which was indescribably beautiful. Suddenly, the jade flute flashed with a green light, and a little man with butterfly-colored wings flew out of the jade flute, dancing gracefully, and landed in front of the little girl.

The little girl held the little person in surprise and asked, "Auntie, how did you do that?" Shi Yan was also very surprised and listened carefully.

The white-haired woman smiled gracefully, raised her eyebrows, and glanced at Shi Yan. Shi Yan's heart trembled, and he was very shocked, as if she saw through him. "Could it be that the woman can see me?"

"This must be the ancient technique of [spirit beast seal]!" said the man.

The white-haired woman nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, this is one of the secret techniques passed down by the Heavenly Dao, the inner chapter of the [Spirit Control Technique], the [Spirit Beast Seal Technique]."

"Auntie, auntie, I want to learn, can you teach me?" the girl called out coquettishly, shaking the woman's arm.

The white-haired woman nodded gently and looked at Shi Yan, "Listen to me carefully."

"Could it be..." Shi Yan was startled, and quickly guarded his mind and listened attentively. He felt that a great opportunity was right in front of him.

"The so-called seal-sending technique is to control the spirit beast with super strong mental power, turn its body into a spirit, and then imprint it into the magic weapon. This is called seal-sending!"

"When sending the seal, you need to have the corresponding seal formula. Once the seal is successfully sent, it is sent into the magic weapon, just like putting an item into the Qiankun bag. If you need it in the future, you can take it out and use it at any time."

"However, the magic weapon that is sealed has certain requirements. It must be able to withstand the spiritual power of the spirit beast. The higher the level of the spirit beast, the higher the grade of the magic weapon required. And if you want to control the spirit beast that is sealed, in addition to the magic seal formula, you also need to have at least the same strength as the person who uses the seal technique. Otherwise, the magic weapon will still be just a magic weapon, and the spirit beast sealed in the magic weapon will never be released. If you force it to be released, not only will you not be able to release the seal, but you may also be controlled by the spirit beast that is sealed."

At that moment, the white-haired woman taught them the secret of the [Spirit Beast Seal Art], and Shi Yan listened attentively. She spoke thousands of words, and Shi Yan memorized them after she finished speaking once. After that, she also talked about her experience and some insights of the [Spirit Beast Seal Art].

Shi Yan listened very carefully. Before he knew it, an hour had passed. After the white-haired woman finished talking about the [Spirit Beast Seal Technique], she slowly stood up, touched the heads of the two children, and said, "Okay, Auntie has finished talking here today. You can go back and rest. Think carefully tomorrow and practice again."

The two children nodded together and said, "Okay, aunt!" Then they ran back to the palace happily.

The white-haired woman watched the two children leave with a smile. When they could no longer be seen, she slowly turned around, looked at where Shi Yan was, and smiled sweetly.

Her smile was like the warm sun in the sky, making people feel warm and comfortable. Suddenly, Shi Yan's heart skipped a beat, and the scene in front of him changed from color to black and white and back again in an instant. Shi Yan had a splitting headache, and heard voices in his ears, but they were so vague that it was difficult to hear clearly. The only thing that could be confirmed was that the owner of the voice was a woman, a woman who made him dream.

The white-haired woman had tears in her eyes. She stretched out her white hand and gently caressed Shi Yan's cheek. The moment she touched Shi Yan's face, all the feelings retreated like a tide, leaving nothing behind, except for the intoxicating warmth on his face. Shi Yan looked at the white-haired woman in a daze, his brown eyes flickering uncertainly. Somehow, a faint tingling sensation came from deep in his heart, as if it came from the soul, or from some unknown place deeper...

Her red lips moved, as if she was telling something. She was sad, and tears could not be stopped from sliding down her cheeks. As if she didn't want Shi Yan to see it, she suddenly raised her head to the sky, trying to let the tears return to her eyes, but it was in vain. The woman's whole body was trembling slightly, and she could no longer bear the invasion of sadness. She covered her face with her hands and twitched, and tears flowed silently along her fingers... But Shi Yan couldn't hear any sound. He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from her face, but the moment he touched her cheek, the picture suddenly distorted, everything began to rapidly retreat and disappear in the distance. Shi Yan could only stare blankly at her as she went away with the scenery around her until she disappeared.

Plop! Shi Yan fell to the ground. He looked up blankly and found himself back in this stone house. Ye Yier and Xiao Kong looked at Shi Yan with concern.

A suppressed, painful sigh seemed to be drawn out from the depths of Shi Yan's soul, spreading in the stone house, weaving a dark blue sorrow. A wave of pain surged into his heart, or mist, or tears, blurring Shi Yan's vision... A drop of crystal tear rolled down and happened to fall on the colored diamond on his finger ring...

A tear slid down his lips, the bitter taste made Shi Yan regain a bit of clarity. He took a deep breath, closed his red eyes and recalled the words that the woman said before the picture disappeared. Although there was no sound, her mouth shape was firmly remembered in Shi Yan's mind. He recalled it over and over again, and finally only recognized a few words intermittently, a few broken sentences, and each sentence that made him sad and bitter: "My hair turned white overnight for you... We met again after three thousand years... But I am no longer myself..."

Shi Yan fell weakly on the floor, staring blankly into the sky. The cold stone slabs stimulated Shi Yan's body and nerves through his thin clothes. He suddenly stood up, using all his strength, like a wounded wolf, howling in the wilderness in the middle of the night, his pain mixed with anger and sadness: "Who the hell are you!"