Chapter 685 Age of the graveyard
"You said eerie, eerie how?" he asked.
Gu Xing's pupils flickered slightly before she closed her eyes, trying to recall the sensation and everything she felt that day.
"I can't quite describe it.." she said with her eyes trembling.
"Though if I was to find words for it, I would say it gave off the same sensation as you, except different.." she added as she cupped her palm under her chin in deep thought.
"Like me?" asked Yang Qing in confusion.
He had been called an oddity over the years but not once had he ever been called eerie.
Gu Xing realizing?her words may be misconstrued slowly said,
"The familiarity isn't on the eerie sensation. In that regard, you're completely different. That figure was surrounded by a cold veil of death while in your case you're an amalgamation of warmth and life.
The similarity is in how you both seem to encompass different things into one. Like from you I can feel the vitality of the plants, the earth,?the water bodies, the air,?the star, the moon, the sun, and other living organisms all encapsulated within your breadth. I can feel nature's essence from you.
When it comes to that figure, it felt like different things were forcibly stitched together and transformed into one eerie horrific entity.."
Yang Qing silently tapped his knee with his index finger as he tried to figure out if he had ever come across something that fit the description given.
"When you came in, did you hear their voices?" Gu Xing softly asked as she opened her eyes.
"The ones of the spirit beasts who left their inheritance crystals here?" asked Yang Qing.
"Yes.." Gu Xing said slightly surprised even though she half suspected it, given the intense aura of life she sensed from him and also his reaction when he was coming here.
"Generally humans can't hear the voices, at least that was what I?was led to believe until you showed up.
Spirit beasts can hear them, but for them to be able to hear it, they need to have already formed their wisdom pearls.
Without it, they can't hear them, nor can they make the best of the inheritance blood crystals left behind.
The voices are the spiritual manifestation of the crystals..."
Gu Xing gracefully stood up and gently brushed her hands against the scarlet crystals growing on the grove next to her.
"Not all spirit beasts can form these crystals.." she said with a deep sense of appreciation.
"Every spirit beast that can do it, was some talent at one point or another. They may not have a standout talent.." she said with her gaze meaningfully falling on Yang Qing before moving back to the scarlet crystals.
"But, they had talent enough to stand out from the rest.." she added while fiddling with the crystals almost as if she was playing a tune with them.
"The stronger they were, when they were alive, the longer their voices linger in the present. I think you could tell.." she said as she turned to face Yang Qing, with her robes swaying elegantly with her turn.
"Is she trying to seduce me.." wondered Yang Qing in a slight panic before he shook those nonsensical ideas which he hoped were true, away.
'"I did.." he answered.
Some of the voices he heard, varied, somewhat. The variation came from the quality of the voice. Though they were all low, almost whisper-like, some contained a lot of life in them. It made Yang Qing feel like the speakers were alive and well, talking next to him. He could clearly feel their emotions, and even character through the others.
As for other voices, some while they had that spirit of life in them, it wasn't as intense for example from the voices he heard, the squirrel bragging about its teeth that could shred through a dragon's bone had more life in it, compared to the voice of the ghost blade mantis.
Then there was the last group whose voices completely lacked liveliness. They lacked life and emotion in them. They were too low to even make out their intent without straining yourself and they seemed to be just at the brink of disappearing.
Pulling a bit of her hair that was swaying with the wind, to the back of her ear, Gu Xing said,
"The stronger the spirit beast both in terms of will and cultivation, the longer their voice lingers and the stronger the vestiges they left behind."
"How long do you think this place has been here?" she asked with a sense of mystique about her.
"I didn't even know there was such a place here.." answered Yang Qing.
"If I was to guess, maybe ten to fifteen thousand years, at least.." Yang Qing added after a few calculations based on the number of scarlet crystals shining on the grove tree behind Gu Xin.
"You're still short, by one zero.." Gu Xin said, drawing a surprised look from Yang Qing.
"That long?" he asked.
"Yes, even one of the leading figures of this range didn't know when it started. During her time, it had already been there.." she said with a look of respect as her gaze fell on the grove tree.
"I was like you when I was first told that..." she said with her back turned to Yang Qing.
"The amount of inheritance crystals formed doesn't exactly match the duration..." she added as she turned back to face Yang Qing.
"This range is somewhat unique.."
"Unique how?"
"For a place filled with spirit beasts, it is not as violent as it should be. Not like the Green Fog Region or the Bestial Churning Sea.."
"You've been there?" Yang Qing asked with surprise.
With her identity and the number of powerhouses that frequented the place, even with her heightened sensitivity to danger and the ability to conceal herself, most of the frequenters of the Blood Charcuterie Market Town, would be able to see through her and capture her effortlessly.
These were cultivators who had made their bones fighting those ferocious spirits beasts habiting the Bestial Churning Sea. Dealing with a celestial sacred swan would be nothing to them.
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