On the way back, Zu An probed the glass pearl with his divine sense, and the drop of blood-yellow, turbid water from the River of Oblivion was still quietly floating in that space.
Unfortunately, no matter how he tried, he couldn't control the other party like the war priest had done before.
Now that he was well-versed in the "True Scripture of Embracing Simplicity," he guessed what was going on. Although the war priest was dead, the mark it left on this drop of water in the River of Oblivion still existed. He could only erase the mark first and then refine it to turn it into a magic weapon that he could use.
In addition, the opponent's soul-summoning banner was also put away. However, it seemed to be damaged when it was attacked by the purple-gold alms bowl and would need to be repaired before it could be used again.
Although this thing is a bit strange, the weapon itself is neither good nor evil; it all depends on the person using it.
The war priest's war array was completely destroyed; there was nothing he could do when he unleashed the full power of his divine rune weapon manual.
As for the war priest's corpse, it was originally his spoils of war, and no one dared to say anything. However, at this critical moment when the world was in danger of extinction, he naturally would not keep it to himself. Instead, he handed it over to the academy so that the court and the academy's elites could study it together and see if they could uncover more secrets of that demon world.
He had been hesitant about whether to expose the enormous space of the Glazed Pearl to store the War Priest's corpse, but Yan Xiangu took out several Wind Control Talismans and stuck them around the War Priest. The corpse seemed to be dragged by an invisible wind and transported to the academy.
Zaun couldn't help but marvel at the profound and extensive nature of the rune system.
Although the priests had acquired a lot of spoils in this war, Zaun couldn't be happy looking at the fallen academy disciples. Not long ago, they were all alive and well, respectfully calling him the priest.
He had only read about similar situations in books before and had always found it difficult to empathize with them, but at this moment, he finally understood what that feeling was like.
It is foreseeable that more academy disciples will sacrifice themselves in the near future, and perhaps even his own friends will be among them. The thought of this fills him with a deep sense of powerlessness.
These damned demons were living a good life, indulging in the company of beautiful women and wielding power over the world, but they had to come and cause trouble.
Ji Xiaoxi was very sad throughout the journey. No matter how her father tried to comfort her, she kept her head down and sobbed silently.
Helpless, Ji Dengtu had no choice but to go to Zu'an: "Go and persuade her. She has been living in fear these past few days and has hardly rested. If she continues to be in this state of mind, she will definitely fall seriously ill."
With his precious daughter's health at stake, he couldn't care less about guarding against Zu'an.
Zuan trusted his judgment as a divine healer and came to Ji Xiaoxi's side, gently patting her shoulder: "Xiaoxi, don't be sad. The deceased are gone. If they have spirits in heaven, they wouldn't want to see the little fairy they protected so heartbroken."
"I'm not a fairy," Ji Xiaoxi muttered, but her tears had stopped quite a bit.
Zuan smiled and said, "You are beautiful and kind-hearted. You save lives and heal the wounded every day. In the eyes of those patients, you are like a fairy. Otherwise, why would they risk their lives to protect you in that situation?"
Ji Xiaoxi's neck turned red when she heard this, and for a moment she forgot all about crying. She stood there awkwardly and embarrassed.
Ji Dengtu, who was standing to the side, rolled his eyes. He thought to himself that this kid was really glib. Xiao Xi was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. How could she withstand his tricks? No, he really had to keep Xiao Xi away from him from now on.
"Brother Zu, do you think people really have spirits in heaven after they die?" Ji Xiaoxi suddenly asked.
Zuan paused for a moment, then replied, "If it were before, I might not have been sure, but now it seems there is. The water of oblivion used by that war priest came from the mythical Yellow Springs..."
"The Underworld?" Ji Xiaoxi blinked, her expression somewhat confused and cute.
"Legend has it that after death, people go to the underworld, where the judges of the underworld examine whether they have done good deeds and accumulated merit. Those who have done good deeds and accumulated merit will be reincarnated into good families, while those who have done evil will enter different levels of hell according to their sins, suffering endless torment and punishment before they are qualified to be reincarnated. And in each reincarnation, they will drink a bowl of Meng Po soup to forget their memories of their previous life. It is said that Meng Po soup is made primarily with the water of the River of Oblivion, supplemented with various tears and medicinal herbs..."
Zuan recalled the various myths and legends he had seen in his previous life and explained them to her.
Ji Xiaoxi listened intently, her almond-shaped eyes widening and her mouth slightly agape, clearly captivated by the attention.
The other two academy disciples were even more focused, as they rarely had the opportunity to be taught by the chief priest in person.
Even Yan Xiangu and Ji Dengtu couldn't help but prick up their ears. Although they had seen the legend of the River of Oblivion in some ancient books, they were usually only mentioned in passing and were not described in such detail as he had described. They didn't know where he had learned it from.
Seeing everyone so serious, Zu'an felt a little embarrassed. He couldn't very well tell them that these were just legends and stories and shouldn't be taken seriously.
But then I thought, even the River of Oblivion has appeared, so are those legends really false?
The group walked for an unknown amount of time when suddenly a rapid sound of horses' hooves approached, accompanied by a series of clear and melodious sounds.
Everyone looked up and saw two women riding towards them. Although the girl in the back was quite pretty, everyone's attention was drawn to the girl in front.
Her skin was like jade, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and there was a bright red flower between her eyebrows. Her hair was styled in an exquisite and elegant way, decorated with various delicate and magnificent ornaments. The texture and style of her dress were obviously from the palace. With just one look, she naturally exuded a noble and moving aura.
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