Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Chapter 1455: Chapter 540: Sealing Talisman

Huff... Huff...

The wind in the temple was fierce, and the Blood Well did not respond to Zhou Xuan’s words.

Zhou Xuan candidly said, "Well, today you’re not yourself. Why are you hesitating with the prophecy? What in the world are you hiding?"

Zhou Xuan counted the timeline—last night, they were in Mingjiang Prefecture when they uncovered the truth about the disaster on Hidden Dragon Mountain.

A Heavenly God Level entity had controlled Yun Ziliang and then slaughtered everyone on Hidden Dragon Mountain.

And today, after Zhou Xuan arrived in Ping Shui Prefecture, he started his divination, only to encounter the Blood Well acting like a frost-beaten eggplant.

Huff... Huff...

The wind in the temple was even stronger,

Zhou Xuan suddenly waited, stubbornly determined to challenge the Blood Well.

No one knew how long the wind howled, but finally, the Blood Well recovered,

Blood began to drip from the temple’s walls and floor cracks,

In the center of the temple, an ancient well continually churned with blood,

Layer upon layer of blood surged like crashing waves, illuminating the entire temple in crimson,

If "blood" is the original color of the Blood Well, then this blood-drenched scene largely reflected the Blood Well’s mood.

If heavy snow falls, but through the gaps in the snowflakes, one can see sunny landscapes, it indicates—the Blood Well is in a good mood.

If, amid the snow, there’s a vague misty shadow, and even through those gaps, one cannot see the temple’s daylight, it means—the Blood Well is longing for a meal, eagerly waiting to consume the sacrifice.

But now, what does this ocean of blood in the temple indicate?

"It indicates that the Blood Well has fallen into immense anger."

Zhou Xuan raised his arms, letting the blood rain fall upon him, as he felt the Blood Well’s fury.

"Well, what’s wrong with you?"

Zhou Xuan had never seen the Blood Well so furious,

Just as the torrential blood rain subsided, finally, the Blood Well responded, it sketched a huge character "無" on the knee-high red snow.

"Nothing?"

"None" is one of the most common characters, but at this moment, it seemed utterly strange in Zhou Xuan’s eyes.

Ordinarily, the characters drawn by the Blood Well in snow are bargaining terms for the sacrifice.

If it asked for one incense stick, it would write "一", for two incense sticks, it would write "二".

Now, the Blood Well wrote "無".

"None"—meaning nothing.

This implies that the Blood Well predicted for Zhou Xuan without offering a price, providing the prophecy result free of charge.

"Do you even have such generous moments?"

Surprised by the Blood Well’s behavior, Zhou Xuan was greatly taken aback,

Yet, beside the gigantic "無" character, something new continued to form, as if a new word shape was emerging.

"Oh, I knew you wouldn’t be so generous; there’s another price."

Zhou Xuan’s mood immediately lightened—this sudden free lunch made him uncomfortable.

A new character was taking shape beside "無", continuously sketched,

This time, the sketching and writing was painstakingly slow, as though performing some solemn ceremonial rite.

As this new character slowly took shape, Zhou Xuan’s heart sank further.

Although the character was not complete, he could vaguely discern that it was "死" (death).

"None" or "Death",

After a moment of silence, Zhou Xuan finally spoke, inquiring of the Blood Well, "Well, do you mean you can help me find out who that Heavenly God Level entity is without charging me a sacrifice,

but if I confront that Heavenly God Level entity now, the only outcome is death?"

He somewhat understood why the Blood Well was initially reluctant to assist with this divination.

The Blood Well believed that this Heavenly God Level being was someone Zhou Xuan couldn’t afford to provoke, and once offended, there would be no way out but death.

Snow continued to drift within the temple,

Blood surged from the ancient well’s mouth, this time forming two more characters—yes and no.

Both agreement and disagreement, indicating that Zhou Xuan’s conjecture was only partially correct.

But that was enough,

At least Zhou Xuan could ascertain that the Heavenly God Level was incredibly powerful, so strong that the Blood Well believed Zhou Xuan could never defeat it.

"But how strong can a Heavenly God Level be?"

Doubts filled Zhou Xuan’s heart.

If Jing Country’s strongest Heavenly God Level was the Nuo God from the Zhou Family’s Troupe, beside him was the Witch God, one of Jing Country’s top figures.

Could a Witch God and a Nuo God together not be able to eliminate this incredibly powerful Heavenly God Level?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Xuan said to the Blood Well, "Well, your worry is touching, but think about it—I’m no fool. If I definitely can’t win, I’ll temporarily avoid confrontation, rather than fighting to the death,

So don’t worry about me, just help with the prophecy."

With Zhou Xuan’s heartfelt words, the temple trembled, the walls kept quaking,

The eyes embedded in the walls filled with fresh blood,

In the temple, a booming roar of war intent burst forth, deafeningly loud.

War intent, war intent, and more war intent.

For the first time, Zhou Xuan felt such boundless war intent from the Blood Well,

This war intent resonated with Zhou Xuan’s blood, making his spirit extremely excited, eager to rush out now, find some deserving opponents, and with the Sword Spirit within, slice them to pieces.