Chapter 1314: Chapter 494: Swordman of the Ancient Hall (2)
The cart was filled with fresh maimed limbs—hands, palms, thighs, and so on.
Zhou Xuan carefully identified those limbs, and not a single one was from Hua Zi.
Mu Hua and Zhou Xuan were very alike, whether in appearance or figure. If the cart contained Mu Hua’s limbs, Zhou Xuan would recognize them at a glance—if he can’t recognize others, he can at least recognize his own hands and feet?
The pig-headed man pulled the cart to the old man’s side and unloaded the limbs, piling them into a small mound, before pulling the cart away again.
"There are no limbs from Hua Zi in this cart; whether there will be in the next cart, I cannot guarantee."
Zhou Xuan began to ponder how to descend to the ground and how to deal with the two people who had already appeared.
If he had no divine skills, Zhou Xuan would be no different from an ordinary person. Not to mention there might be other Xianhuo sect members below, just this old man and pig-headed man would be enough for him to handle.
Thousands of thoughts ran through Zhou Xuan’s mind, but he was not anxious. The more critical the situation, the more he needed to remain calm.
He decided to trace the source—first, he should figure out why he couldn’t use divine skills in the Gui Hun Temple.
"The Jing Country Hall disciples’ power originates from incense."
"And incense refers to Fragrance Soul and Fire Spirit."
Fragrance Soul and Fire Spirit, essentially, are a form of life. They float in every inch of Jing Country’s air, in vast quantities.
Upon thinking this, Zhou Xuan’s mind suddenly cleared; he realized: "Perhaps the Gui Hun Temple isn’t suitable for the growth of Fragrance Soul and Fire Spirit; this space lacks incense."
If there is no incense, the Hall disciples wouldn’t be able to use their divine skills, which was understandable.
The more Zhou Xuan thought about it, the more amazed he became.
He wasn’t amazed because "Gui Hun Temple" lacked "incense."
He was amazed by the Hall disciples’ helplessness after losing incense and divine skills.
Jing Country’s Hall disciples, after lighting incense, appeared to have acquired a new body, a body that could ascend and use various divine skills.
But when this "new body" was no longer under the disciples’ control, feelings of helplessness, powerlessness, and even fear grew wildly within like weeds.
"No wonder the Heavenly Gods fear the Heavenly Fire Clan."
At this moment, Zhou Xuan was more determined to replace the "incense" source with the power of "elixir."
However, this thought only lingered briefly in his mind before vanishing without a trace. His current priority was to find a way to save Hua Zi.
"Since there is no ’incense’ in the Gui Hun Temple, it means that any skills related to incense cannot be used."
"However... what if law is utilized?"
Zhou Xuan knew well that the Heavenly God Law did not require incense reinforcement.
If a Heavenly God relied on Fragrance Soul, Fire Insect to display divine skills, and the Heavenly Fire Clan were adept at controlling Fragrance Soul, Fire Insect,
then the clans under the Heavenly Dome wouldn’t fear Heavenly God Level entities and could descend without concern.
The human world indeed lacked the power to restrain the Heavenly Fire Clan.
"Yes, the law should be usable within the ancient hall."
Upon realizing this, Zhou Xuan proceeded to use his laws.
With regards to the Nine Laws of Jing Country, Zhou Xuan had comprehended the Law of Destiny of the First Realm and the Star Law of the Third Realm.
"Star Law—Flying Star."
Zhou Xuan gathered his heart spirit and performed the law, his body immediately turning like an old ice melting, followed by his body transforming into countless twinkling light points, blown away by the wind within the ancient hall.
The Flying Star Technique requires only a single light point to arrive at a certain place, and Zhou Xuan’s true self can descend relying on that light point.
Yet this time, Zhou Xuan did not hurry to descend; his countless transformed light points captured the entirety of the ancient hall space.
Zhou Xuan then saw the entire East Market Street above the space.
The ancient hall space formed the shape of a gourd.
The large chamber of the gourd was where Zhou Xuan saw the area with the fire tower.
The small chamber indeed resembled a temple hall—but not a regular temple hall, more akin to an evil sacrificial temple built by Mountain Barbarians.
The outer wall of that small hall was embedded with countless human heads, densely packed.
As Zhou Xuan’s starlight floated into the interior of the small hall, he saw that this place was simply a slaughterhouse.
The scent of blood was pervasive, hundreds of dead people had their hands pierced by iron hooks, suspended at the ceiling of the ancient hall—like human wind chimes hanging indoors.
Five pig-headed men randomly removed hanging bodies, using rust-stained slaughter knives to orderly chop and slice the dead.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull sound echoed endlessly,
After examining those five pig-headed men carefully, Zhou Xuan found they weren’t spirit monsters.
The five pig-headed men had rigid faces with bloodshot eyes, but their eyeballs didn’t move when observing, clearly long dead.
"Turns out these pig heads are masks worn on their heads."
Zhou Xuan didn’t know why these people wore such masks; he began searching for Hua Zi’s whereabouts.
Indeed, Zhou Xuan did find—by the wall corner, was a young person bound by white paper banner strips, who else but Hua Zi?
"He really was tied up by the Xianhuo sect disciple of this ancient hall."
Zhou Xuan thought silently.
And at that moment, those five pig-headed men chopping meat began to converse.
"Manager Liu, do you think that kid might have some background?"
"Exactly, we’ve only seen people walking from East Market Street to Soul Shepherd City all these years, have we ever encountered dead people walking from Soul Shepherd City to East Market Street?"
