Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Chapter 1456: Chapter 540: Sealing Talisman (2)

The blood in the temple streamed ever more wantonly, and on the ground, seven characters appeared in succession—death, death... death!

Seven "death" characters in a row, each a deeper, bloodier red than the last, each more hair-raising.

These seven "death"s were also reminding Zhou Xuan that once this Divination was opened, what he would face thereafter would be unspeakably tragic.

And at this moment, Zhou Xuan too gained a fleeting instant of clarity.

He suddenly realized a question— it seemed the Blood Well was using these consecutive "death" characters to warn him that as long as he beheld the content of the Divination, everything would become irretrievable.

"Why would it be irretrievable?"

"What if I pretend I never saw anything, and simply bury this secret deep in my heart?"

When Zhou Xuan’s thoughts reached this point, suddenly, a notion that made his scalp go numb surged up from the depths of his heart with a "whoosh."

He tilted his face up, gazed at the murals of ghosts and gods on the temple ceiling, and asked, "Well, I think I’m starting to understand a bit.

Is it that for this Divination, so long as you help me ask, that Heavenly God Level lurking in the dark will also know that I’ve made this divinatory inquiry?"

Snowflakes drifted down, fresh blood fell like a waterfall.

The two characters still surfaced again on the ground—yes, no.

Zhou Xuan had guessed half of it right.

"Half right, half wrong—that is to say... this Divination is indeed public, but the one able to see it is not only that Heavenly God Level?"

Zhou Xuan asked again.

"Yes!"

A crisp, decisive character appeared upon the snowy ground.

Zhou Xuan understood—the Heavenly God Level that slaughtered Hidden Dragon Mountain was not a single Heavenly God Level; perhaps he had a vast force behind him.

"To divine, or not to divine?"

Zhou Xuan felt the pressure weighing on his shoulders—yet he almost did not hesitate at all, and nodded solemnly, signaling for the Blood Well to begin the Divination.

He no longer had a way back.

Whether this Divination occurred or not, from the moment he paraded that maggot Mr. Yan through the streets, that Heavenly God Level lurking in the dark had already fixed upon his trail.

With Zhou Xuan’s consent, the eyes no longer hesitated; they actually drilled out from the walls one after another, fluttering gracefully around him.

A muttering, incantatory sound, reminiscent of a sacrificial Witch, circled ceaselessly in his ears.

Zhou Xuan immediately saw a scene.

He saw the former Hidden Dragon Mountain, where Yun Ziliang, using the Ganying Sect’s Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, was ceaselessly slaughtering the Disciples within the sect gates.

Yun Ziliang’s movements were extremely brisk and concise, as though he had grasped some "Dao" itself; with a completely clean, unhesitating posture, he slaughtered his own sect’s Disciples to the last.

Zhou Xuan knew full well that at this moment Yun Ziliang was not that mild-natured Lao Yun, but a body under the control of a Heavenly God Level.

Yet within the images of the Blood Well’s Divination, Zhou Xuan could not see the slightest flaw in "Yun Ziliang."

This massacre at Hidden Dragon Mountain was entirely one-sided; the disparity in strength between the two sides was far too great.

The sect’s Disciples were like lambs awaiting slaughter, and Yun Ziliang was the wolf that had entered the flock.

It didn’t take long.

Within Hidden Dragon Mountain, corpses already lay strewn everywhere; within the sect gates, the only survivors left were Mr. Yan and Qingping Daoist.

According to Mr. Yan’s account in the Returning Ruins Space, when Yun Ziliang had finished slaughtering all the sect Disciples, his body was already dilapidated to the extreme; if he acted again, the Heavenly God Level within him would reveal its whereabouts.

These accounts did indeed match the scene Zhou Xuan was now seeing.

Yun Ziliang’s body was already covered with all manner of cracks.

With such a ruined body, Zhou Xuan reckoned that a mere gust of wind would be enough to blow Lao Yun to pieces.

Yet that Mr. Nayan was utterly terrified of the hidden Heavenly God Level; not only did he launch a sneak attack on Qingping Daoist, who was allied with him, he even knelt before Yun Ziliang, begging for mercy again and again.

He begged with snot and tears streaming down his face.

After that came the Heavenly God Level within Yun Ziliang’s body teaching Mr. Yan the Life Exchange Technique.

While the Secret Technique was being transmitted, that Mr. Nayan was exceedingly "sensible"—he kept his eyes tightly shut and his head lowered, not daring to look at Yun Ziliang, afraid that he might see something he shouldn’t and be killed on the spot.

But now, the images the Blood Well conveyed to Zhou Xuan were from a third-person perspective.

He clearly saw that in the process of transmitting the method, a mottled piece of skin peeled off Yun Ziliang’s right arm.

As the human skin sloughed away, another layer of skin within was revealed—on that skin there were actually scales, forming rings of ripples; the skin covered by the scales had a certain sticky feel, like a layer of glue.

"So that means, whichever Heavenly God Level in Jing Country has skin covered in scales—that Heavenly God Level is the true culprit behind the massacre at Hidden Dragon Mountain."

When Zhou Xuan’s thoughts reached this point, he had already perceived the direction of the Blood Well’s Divination.

But the images of the Blood Well’s Divination did not end; Zhou Xuan simply endured, patiently watching.

In the scene, after "Yun Ziliang" finished transmitting the wonderful method to Mr. Yan, he did not leave immediately, but slowly bowed toward the west.

It was this bow that gave Zhou Xuan the sensation of a venomous snake clinging to his back, tongue flicking.

This was a physiological reaction to the perception of danger lurking.

Zhou Xuan also understood—no wonder the Blood Well had been unwilling to perform this Divination at the start.

The Heavenly God Level possessing Yun Ziliang’s body was not the true initiator of this massacre.

He was merely a "stand-in actor" pushed to the front of the stage.

"Then who is the one behind him?"

Zhou Xuan certainly did not know who the mastermind behind this Heavenly God Level was, but one thing was certain—any figure who could make a Heavenly God Level bow with such deference must possess strength surpassing the Heavenly God Level.