Chapter 223 Ten Thousand Years Ago
This was the first time Mu Jianjian had ever seen someone beg her to kill her.
After a moment of stunned silence, she placed her hands on the wooden railing in front of her, but the instant she touched it, she was burned and stung so much that she jerked her hands back.
“This place has been placed under a formation.” Mu Jianjian took a few steps back and slowly lit the tinder in her hand. She was about to walk forward again when Fang Lanrong grabbed her arm.
Fang Lanrong was about to call out to the girl for help when she saw the girl's expression in the light from the tinderbox. The expression was cold and rational, and she swallowed the words she was about to say.
Upon closer examination, even if they rescued her, they wouldn't be able to remove the talisman imprinted on her body, and besides, it would be extremely difficult for them to break through the wooden door.
The three continued down the stone path. After a few steps, they could see countless people imprisoned in houses carved out of the stone wall. There were men and women, but they were all delirious and confused. Some were even emaciated and lifeless, emitting a long-decaying smell.
They had lost count of how many skeletons and corpses they had seen buried here. Only the hoarse murmurs echoed in their ears without ceasing. The deeper Mu Jianjian walked on the stone path, the more terrified she became.
Until they reached the very bottom and saw only withered bones scattered all over the ground.
Countless human bones were densely laid out on the ground, seemingly serving as a decoration, embellishing the ground.
Just as Mu Jianjian was about to use her right pupil to try and discern the density of the true energy through the pupil-turning technique, she was forced to close her eyes due to a sharp pain.
At the same time, a huge array spread out in circles along the entire bottom of where she stood, and a dazzling pale blue halo shone on the figures of the group, as if it wanted to devour them.
"Clang, clang, clang—"
The stone ground and the skull beneath my feet trembled violently, and a powerful force pulled me in from beneath my feet, making everything here seem vivid and alive.
Mu Jianjian suddenly turned to Fang Lanrong beside her and said, "Take Xiao Cheng and get off the ground here, quickly!"
This aura is clearly not from the Duyunfang workshop...
The dazzling ripples and magnificent array formations and runes are clearly something left behind by people from the upper realm!
——
The Upper Realm Mysterious Gate.
A man dressed in a black and white ink-wash robe was holding a long scroll in his left hand and showing it to the middle-aged man in front of him. "Really not? I don't believe it! Quickly calculate it for me!"
He slammed his hands on the jade table several times, making a loud banging sound.
"No means no. I've told you so many times, and even if I calculate it a thousand times, the result will be the same." The middle-aged man seemed to be getting angry, and his voice began to shout.
"Damn! They said you were the most accurate fortune teller in the Xuanmen sect, but you can't even predict something like this. Really—believe me or not, I'll use my Xuan techniques to—to—" Ye Xuanzhi was stunned for a long time and didn't know what to say next.
A sense of helplessness and despair welled up in his heart. For the first time, he felt regret. He couldn't imagine what Jianjian would do after learning that the seal on his internal energy couldn't be broken.
Even though the mystical arts told him that the ending was already predetermined, Ye Xuanzhi still rejected the answer time and time again.
This was the mystical art he believed in most...
There must be some other solutions we haven't thought of yet.
The middle-aged man stroked his long beard. “This kind of forbidden technique from an ancient master is difficult to undo. What’s more, we don’t even know what kind of forbidden technique has been planted. Without a proper cure, everything is just empty talk. Most importantly… the friend you mentioned is from the lower realm.”
He glanced at Ye Xuanzhi, whose face was gradually darkening, and said, "People from the lower realms who want to come to the upper realms simply have to go through the Tongtian Path, but the minimum cultivation level allowed by the Tongtian Path is the Nascent Soul stage."
"Isn't there a secret technique that can completely remove all forbidden techniques from the body?" Ye Xuanzhi asked unwillingly.
"Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" the middle-aged man sighed and asked in return.
How could such a domineering secret technique possibly exist in this world? Even if it did…
Ye Xuanzhi slammed his fists on the table in frustration. As he turned to leave, he sensed the person behind him hesitate, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. "Is there some other way?"
“Ten thousand years ago, there was indeed such a secret technique in the upper realm,” the middle-aged man said, his gaze distant as if recalling the past, “but it has long been lost.”
"Speak quickly." Ye Xuanzhi didn't want to miss the slightest opportunity.
"Ten thousand years ago, the Wood Spirit Clan of the Upper Realm had not yet fallen. Their tree spirits could draw on the life force of nature to transform into rain and dew to purify people. It was a supreme secret technique that the entire Upper Realm coveted."
"The Wood Spirit Clan?" Ye Xuanzhi began to search his mind for the information he knew. "But I remember that they have been trapped in the secret realm for ten thousand years due to a curse, and have not reappeared in the upper realm for ten thousand years."
“That’s right,” the middle-aged man nodded. “Besides, even if the curse on the Wood Spirit Clan’s Tree Spirits is lifted now, it will probably be difficult for them to regain their former strength.”
Ye Xuanzhi thanked him and left in a hurry, his eyes filled with thought.
Having a clue is much better than having no information at all. The Wood Spirit Clan from the Upper Realm ten thousand years ago...
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After a moment of disorientation, Mu Jianjian stood on the ground, holding her head, still dazed and unable to recover from the dizziness.
The attraction beneath her feet was too strong, and she could only try to move away as far as possible to minimize the suction. Fortunately, at the last second, she saw Fang Lanrong pull Xiao Cheng up, so the two of them should be alright.
The glaring sunlight around her made her uncomfortable, and she felt that her body had not yet adjusted to the immense pressure she had just experienced. Before she could calm down and open her eyes to see where she was, she heard a man's voice beside her.
"Who sent this person? Has he never used a teleportation array before?" The man's voice was cold and impatient. "Get up from the ground now. If you stay in the array, others will come."
Mu Jianjian slowly typed a "?" in her mind.
Although she didn't know what was going on, she quickly patted her bottom, stood up unsteadily, and her eyes finally adjusted to the surrounding light.
But when he opened his eyes, he was stunned.
She was standing on the edge of a circular platform, and beneath the platform, which gleamed metallic in the sunlight, stood hundreds of people dressed in different clothes and accessories. Many eyes were fixed on her, filled with a mixture of emotions.
Mu Jianjian walked down the steps in a daze, turned around and looked at the round platform where she had just been standing. At this moment, another person appeared out of thin air on it. Unlike her panicked expression, he naturally nodded to the white-clothed man beside him and then walked down.
What did that person just say was this?
Transfer array?
Just as Mu Jianjian was about to ask the people around her what was going on, a memory suddenly flooded her mind—
A memory she lost in the Mysterious Heaven Realm.
She clutched her head with trembling hands, and two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks.
Yao Ling, Little Shadow, Little Prince...
No wonder she knows ancient Bai language, no wonder she inexplicably possesses the ability to change her pupils, no wonder... she can write calligraphy.
"Where did this rude person come from? Dressed in rags to participate in the Immortal Palace's competition, he has no shame at all—and he's an ugly monster too." A sharp, mocking voice came from beside her, pulling Mu Jianjian back to reality.
Celestial Palace.
From the other person's words, Mu Jianjian finally confirmed her current location.
She was perhaps brought here by chance through an array set up by the people of the Sand Cavern in Duyunfang, and...
Mu Jianjian looked down at her outfit.
This time it wasn't a soul transfer, but her body came along with her, which also means that once she dies here, she can never go back.
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