Wandering Gods of Day and Night

Chapter 1457: Chapter 540: Sealing Talisman (3)

"Is it the Heavenly Venerate, or the will of Jing Country, or perhaps..."

Zhou Xuan was speculating when suddenly, Yun Ziliang, who was originally bowing in salute, seemed to sense something, turned his head in the image, and looked towards Zhou Xuan’s direction.

Yun Ziliang’s gaze was fierce and violent, and the eye contact with Zhou Xuan was more like a silent conversation.

It was this gaze that seemed to break the fourth wall in the image, forming a cross-time stare from three hundred years ago and three hundred years later.

Under this gaze, Zhou Xuan suddenly had many strange visions in his mind.

He saw himself walking into Hidden Dragon Mountain, picking up a withered flower at the mountainside of Hidden Dragon Mountain.

He held the withered flower, and the flower’s life seemed to reverse, from withering to blooming to returning to a bud.

Looking at the green bud, Zhou Xuan placed it gently into the nearby stream, which instantly blossomed with fragrant flowers, breathtakingly beautiful.

These images, for Zhou Xuan, seemed more like a kind of memory, but he clearly knew that he had never had these memories.

When had he ever gone to Hidden Dragon Mountain?

When did he ever have the ability to "reverse death and life"?

"Why do I have these memories, is it a vision revealed by divination?"

Zhou Xuan was puzzled, but what he couldn’t understand even more was — despite being enthralled and immersed in the boundless sea of flowers, in the temple, he was actually going mad.

His face contorted, his features twisted, and his eyes were constantly bulging, as if struggling with something.

His struggle was not in vain — because on his skin appeared dense black talismans.

The more Zhou Xuan struggled, the faster each of these black talismans’ runes spun.

These spells, like interlocking chains, were attempting to seal Zhou Xuan completely.

On one side was the spell’s seal, on the other was Zhou Xuan’s struggle,

when they reached a certain stalemate, with a crisp sound, one of the runes shattered directly,

and Zhou Xuan, as if all his strength had vanished, fell into unconsciousness, collapsing into the snow.

As the snow in the temple melted, Zhou Xuan’s grimace disappeared, his expression returned to peace, and the spinning talismans gradually turned transparent until they vanished,

and the shattered rune transformed into a talisman kite, flapping away out of the temple, intending to relay Zhou Xuan’s condition to some existences.

But the temple belonged to the Blood Well.

The Blood Well naturally knew how much calamity would arise once this talismanic kite bird flew out,

the eyes within the temple kept chasing after the talismanic kite bird.

The eyes emanated blood-red threads, like ancient ancestors using dozens of rope-tied anchor hooks to snag a magnificent giant elephant and then exerting force together to drag it down.

The eyes also wanted to drag down the "talismanic kite bird," but the kite bird’s strength was too vast, pulling those eyes forward, forward, and forward...

It was almost one step away from the temple’s gate,

it was at this moment,

the great gate roared open,

a familiar silhouette walked into the temple,

it was none other than Zhao Wuya.

Zhao Wuya grabbed the talismanic kite bird and muttered, "Brother Xuan’s Secret Realm is full of such strange things."

"But, this thing smells so good."

The flapping kite bird emitted a peculiar pleasant fragrance, and without much thought, Zhao Wuya squeezed it and then swallowed it in one gulp...

The kite bird, formed from shattered runes, never imagined that with its immense divine skills, it would be devoured without a trace by such an ordinary man like Zhao Wuya.

"Ugh..."

The kite bird let out a piercing cry and then fell silent.

"Quite delicious."

Zhao Wuya felt a sweet aftertaste in his mouth, quite palatable,

while in the Black Water outside the temple,

the Engineer and Miss Qiang both saw Zhao Wuya looking like a "street rascal" and simultaneously said, "This Mr. Zhao, why does a living person have feathers?"

...

"Wake up, Brother Xuan, wake up."

Zhao Wuya patted Zhou Xuan’s face, and Zhou Xuan finally regained consciousness.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhao Wuya, afraid he was mistaken, he leaned closer to take a better look.

"Oh, it’s really Ya Zi? I remember being in the Secret Realm, how did you get in?"

"That’s something, you got into big trouble, you know?"

Zhao Wuya said.

"What big trouble did I get into?"

Zhou Xuan asked.

"Just now, you were constantly shivering under the Ancestor Tree, like you had some strange disease, then started going mad."

Zhao Wuya said while gesticulating, "The Ancestor Tree extended many branches and bound you."

"Also, Grandmaster and Master Li noticed your Secret Realm was wide open, worried about you, so they let me come find you."

"I felt like I went to your Hidden Dragon Mountain... I saw a stream blossoming with flowers in Hidden Dragon Mountain... and then, I fainted."

"What’s this, flowers are blooming in my hometown?" Zhao Wuya stood up and said, "Are you okay? If you’re okay, I’ll leave, this Secret Realm of yours is quite spectacular, much grander than mine."

He didn’t take himself as an outsider at all and even started appreciating the scenery in Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm.

"You go first, I have some things to do."

Zhou Xuan had completed his first divination, from which he caught traces of that Heavenly God Level being.

As for "his outburst of memories of going to Hidden Dragon Mountain," he pondered for a while but couldn’t figure it out.

"Well, I saw myself going to Hidden Dragon Mountain, is it my own real memory? If it is, answer yes, if not, answer no."

Zhou Xuan asked.

Blood Well immediately splattered blood on the temple floor, writing a "no."

"Not my memory? Could it be a vision revealed by divination because I was too nervous?"

Zhou Xuan shook his head, not doubting, Blood Well’s response wasn’t true every time...

"Well, now I ask you for a second divination."

Zhou Xuan said, "I want to ask you, where are Lady Lianhua and Yellow Gate Steward Huang Tianfeng now?"

This time, Blood Well again splashed blood, writing a word on the ground - "none."

"Again, none?"

Zhou Xuan asked, "You didn’t accept my sacrifice this time either? Where’s the greedy you from before? So unfamiliar."

He never expected the second divination to be free again, and unlike the first, it didn’t dawdle,

those eyes immediately projected onto Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan saw an image - Black Water flowing, a temple standing tall.

This image was his Secret Realm.

"What does it mean, Lady Lianhua and Huang Tianfeng are in my Secret Realm?"

Zhou Xuan asked...