Chapter 93: The Six-Nosed Mirror Peering Through Events Personally Extracted the Demonic Bone. ...
A silence fell over the room, and everyone turned their attention to Shi Wuqing.
Shi Wuqing gently shook his head, "It's not that Biluo Palace is stingy or hoarding things, but rather that this Six-Nosed Mirror is a rare treasure. It requires a spiritual connection technique to activate and condense spiritual energy. Back then, I used the full strength of my sect to only glimpse a fraction of it, and its spiritual energy has not yet recovered. Now..."
She looked at everyone present and asked, "I wonder if any of you fellow cultivators are familiar with the art of spirit communication?"
This wasn't meant to be sarcastic.
Biluo Palace specializes in communicating with divine artifacts, and there are very few people in the Six Realms who are proficient in this art.
Seeing that there was no hope for this matter, everyone became listless and was almost ready to accept that the "demon bone" that Shi Wuqing had mentioned was indeed a fact.
In the silence, Sect Leader Chu suddenly slammed his fist on the table, his voice booming: "Who said there wasn't?"
He turned his head, cupped his hands in greeting to Heng Qichun, who was sitting quietly in the corner at the head of the table, and said to the crowd, "Now that we are in the Eighteen Realms, with the God Venerable here, and having mastered the immortal arts of the Six Realms, a mere spirit communication technique should be no problem for us, right?"
Heng Qichun, who was still thinking about his horny wolf cub, belatedly came to his senses.
He was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to ask what they were talking about, he heard the cheers and echoes of the sect leaders.
"Forgive our rudeness, we almost forgot that the deity is here. If the deity were to appear, wouldn't examining a six-nosed mirror be as easy as taking something out of a bag?"
"Yes, as long as we can see the true form of that demonic bone, we will have a way to deal with it!"
“But…” someone else spoke up; it was Nan Xu who spoke.
His injuries hadn't healed, and he sat on the mat looking sickly. He moved his lips slightly, "But performing a spirit communication technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy. The demonic bone is still unknown; what if something urgent happens..."
"There are no such 'what ifs'." Sect Leader Chu didn't take Nan Xu seriously at all, waving his hand and saying, "The God Venerable is an ancient true god with boundless spiritual power, so what difficulty is there in this?"
Since things had already been said to this extent, Heng Qichun couldn't refuse.
He stood up, casually adjusted his sleeves, and looked around at everyone. "In that case, let Qichun give it a try."
Shi Wuqing narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up to meet everyone's gaze, and walked to the center of the jade platform outside the Tianyin Palace, facing the sundial.
She didn't hesitate to use the sect's most precious treasure; instead, she moved her lips and softly recited an incantation.
In a short while, her sleeves were stirred by spiritual energy, and countless clouds and smoke surged out, revealing a bronze mirror inlaid with six-colored gemstones in front of everyone.
The six colors are different and represent metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and wind respectively. The six elements generate each other, so it is possible to predict the future.
Heng Qichun did not perform any hand seals. Instead, he faced the mirror, closed his eyes, and gently raised two fingers, placing them together in the center of his forehead.
The fragrance of lotus blossoms spreads freely.
Heng Qichun maintained this posture, with only his robe sleeves fluttering in the wind.
After waiting for a long time, someone finally couldn't hold back and asked.
"Why isn't the deity reacting?"
"Shh!" Nan Yushan immediately whispered, "Those who observe the Six Nose Mirror need to enter a meditative state. Qi Chun's original spirit has already entered the mirror, so don't speak."
The young disciple immediately shrank back and shut his mouth, daring not to make another sound.
Everyone held their breath and dared not speak. Among the crowd, only Nan Xu, covered in wounds, gently clenched his fingers under the cover of his crane robe.
No one noticed.
In the six-lens mirror, Heng Qichun's vision was completely blurred.
The swirling mist enveloped the sacred mountain, causing the vegetation to wither and the sky to crackle with lightning.
The cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain, their clamor never ceasing.
Heng Qichun quickly immersed himself in the scene before him, closed his eyes and recited several calming mantras before finally recognizing his current location.
The sacred mountain stands tall, surrounded by clouds and mist—he is on Hezizhou Island, at the foot of the sacred mountain.
At the same time, the noisy and chaotic sounds gradually became clearer, and even the sounds of Nanyu Mountain were mixed in.
"The demonic energy is getting stronger... This is it! That demon must be hiding nearby!"
"At the foot of the sacred mountain, he probably intends to open up the sacred mountain and use it to conquer the realm of gods!"
As soon as these words were spoken, someone scoffed, "With his tender bones that have just fallen into demonic possession, he thinks he can conquer the realm of gods? Isn't that just wishful thinking?"
"Sect Leader Chu, don't underestimate him." Someone retorted, "This person was originally a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Just look at the dense demonic energy on the compass, and you'll know he's not easy to deal with."
"What's there to be afraid of? The God is here!"
There is a deity here.
The same words were spoken at the Oath of Immortals outside the Heavenly Sound Palace.
Heng Qichun knew this was an illusion that only appeared when one foresaw the future, but he still quickly responded, gently gathered his sleeves, and slightly bowed towards Nanyu Mountain beside him, "Senior brother, I'll go take a look."
Since the gods and the lower five realms separated and began to rule separately, no one has dared to set foot on this divine path, either because they dare not or cannot.
The last time the divine path was opened was when Elder Hengyang of Hezizhou brought up the captured demons.
In front of everyone, Heng Qichun summoned the stringless zither, and a divine radiance carrying the fragrance of lotus flowers swept over the sky. In an instant, the barrier set up below the divine mountain vanished without a trace.
As the fog dissipated, a winding, upward-facing sacred path came into view.
Almost simultaneously, Heng Qichun immediately plucked the strings of his stringless zither and condensed a stream of spiritual energy to stop the thousands of restless disciples of the immortal sects behind him.
He infused his spiritual power and said, "Please be patient, everyone. I will go and investigate."
The stringless zither hangs in the air, its divine light spreading out, creating a new barrier that separates this place.
The crowd stared at each other intently for a long time before finally giving up their idea of using this opportunity to enter the realm of gods. The youngest disciple at the very edge bowed obsequiously to Heng Qichun, saying, "Yes, yes, with the God here, how dare we be presumptuous?"
Heng Qichun remained silent, leaving the stringless zither at the entrance to the sacred path, and stepped directly onto the long-untrodden path.
With each step he took, the sacred grass by the roadside seemed to bow to him, its tips gently brushing against his calves before silently retreating as it brushed against his clothes.
After a long while, the noise behind him completely subsided, and Heng Qichun finally stopped and looked at the countless shrines that had risen from the ground in front of him.
The shrine is covered with dense seal script characters. The stone statues are either broken or dilapidated, all of which are hidden among the sacred herbs along with the divine blessings brought by Heng Qichun.
Heng Qichun awkwardly turned his gaze away and looked at the figure in front of the shrine.
—Nan Xu was kneeling there.
In the illusion, the boy had grown up completely, wearing a black robe, with a vermilion demonic mark between his brows, making his face extremely pale and devoid of any color.
“The God might not believe it.” Heng Qichun saw his profile and heard him say to him, “I never intended to conquer the God Realm.”
“I just…” His voice suddenly became very low, and his still clear eyes stared at the Buddhist shrine in front of him for a long time, “I just miss my master.”
Heng Qichun unconsciously clenched his fist.
When the demonic bone descended to earth over a thousand years ago, he was still a child under his master's tutelage and had no idea where the demonic bone came from.
It was only later that he gradually realized that it was a disciple from the immortal sect who possessed demonic bones and wanted to fight against the bamboo shoot demon on his own, but was accidentally awakened by the ghostly energy.
Later, that disciple was captured alive by Elder Hengyang and taken to the divine realm to receive divine punishment until he was reduced to ashes.
No.
Perhaps it didn't vanish into thin air.
Heng Qichun looked at the reincarnated boy before him and said softly, "I believe you."
Then Nanxu's eyes reddened.
He has fallen into demonic possession, and there is no room for maneuver. The quickest way is for Heng Qichun, who is in the body of a god, to end his life personally.
But Heng Qichun did not do that.
After waiting for a long time, he saw Nan Xu give a bitter smile, then bend down and solemnly kowtow three times to the Buddha shrine in front of him.
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
After three shouts, he knelt on the ground, raised his hands to form a seal, and personally extracted the demonic bone from his master's immortal tomb and the vast divine marshland.
The vegetation in the divine realm swayed a few times, and a muffled rumble of thunder flashed across the horizon.
It was the last divine punishment left behind by the gods before their annihilation.
Heng Qichun closed his eyes.
The moment the rumble of thunder sounded, he heard a voice in his ear say "Master".
The whispers of thousands of disciples outside the Heavenly Sound Hall reached my ears once again.
"Why has the God been in meditation for so long? Do you think he has seen that demonic bone?"
"I don't think so... Didn't Sect Leader Shi say that the last time she used the entire power of the Azure Palace to activate the Memory Pearl, she only managed to detect that there were still demon bones in the Six Realms, and she didn't even get a clear look at that person's shadow?"
"Shh! The fragrance of lotus flowers is so strong..."
The lotus fragrance is so strong.
The divine essence, brimming with spiritual power, surged forth from Heng Qichun's body, instantly sweeping across the entire Eighteen Realms. At first, it was the inherent elegance of the lotus, followed by the divine essence identical to that on the stringless zither, which caused one to overflow with spiritual power upon hearing it.
Some lower-level cultivators couldn't help but stand up, their fingers clenched into fists, sweating profusely as they did so. "What's going on! The divine energy is too strong, I feel like I want to self-destruct my spiritual power!"
"Is this the result of the deity's mental turmoil? What exactly did he see?"
"Could it be... that there is something truly terrifying inside the six-nosed speculum?"
"That……"
Someone hesitated before speaking.
If the deity sees something that even he would be terrified of, then is their persistence really still necessary?
The spiritual energy above had not yet dissipated, and the lotus fragrance grew even stronger. Heng Qichun was still practicing his spiritual communication technique.
The whispers among the crowd grew louder and louder, and some people, unable to withstand the intense divine aura, even planned to quietly leave their seats.
A hissing sound rang out, and a white snake suddenly blocked their way.
The deserter, having no other choice and fearing to attract attention, could only quietly retreat back to his seat.
Suddenly, a rich lotus fragrance exploded everywhere, and everyone bent over in pain. Just as they could no longer hold on, a barrier shielded them from view.
Hold your breath!
These two words were spoken by Nanyushan.
He set up the barrier, turned around and looked at Heng Qichun, who was covered in cold sweat, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
If I remember correctly, his junior brother rarely lost control of his emotions, so—what exactly did he see in the memory bead?
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