A gust of wind blew from the passage above.
Gu Qing Shan moved her hand away from the hidden compartment on the wall and sighed:
"Saint Wind-Rain was able to create such a hidden passage in the Land of No Turning by herself, how impressive"
The vixen pridefully said: "Of course, she was the one who made all the arrangements for the entire Land of No Turning, the numerous intersections of the construction, the layout of the underground palace, the passages, and the formations. The Saints all had their own opinions, only she was able to convince them and make the final decision"
Gu Qing Shan nodded and said: "But so much time has already passed, did the demons not notice anything?"
"I don't know about that, how about you use me to perform a divination?" the vixen replied.
Gu Qing Shan took out a copper coin and tossed it into the void of space.
The coins spun around until they all revealed the upward-facing side.
"Great Ominous One, no matter how you perform the divination, it will always be the same" the vixen dejectedly said.
"— — then I'll be careful"
Gu Qing Shan didn't mind and smiled.
He rolled on the ground, turned into a large orange cat, then borrowed [Spotless Jade] from Adorable and disappeared into the void of space.
"Go?" the vixen asked.
"Meow!" the orange cat nodded and called out.
He leapt up and flew upwards.
The passage was filled with cold wind, dry and cool. The orange cat continued to fly upwards along the vertical wall.
A few dozen seconds later.
The orange cat slowed down and silently looked up.
Only to see a dark shadow silently crouching on the wall, completely motionless.
"Amitabha, this is the guardian of the demons, responsible for patrolling the Land of No Turning and observing the situation, please be careful, benefactor Gu" the old monk's voice resounded.
The orange cat lightly jumped to the other side of the wall, then flashed past where the shadow was.
He turned to look at the demon, only to see that it was still motionless.
The orange cat tilted his head in thought, then equipped himself with the [Void War God] Title and looked at the demon again.
This time, the orange cat immediately saw the countless runes in the void of space.
They were arranged together in a special way, surrounding the demon and forming a mysterious technique.
"What are you?" the orange cat silently asked.
All the Mystery runes began to move, silently describing their powers to the orange cat.
Moments later.
The orange cat appeared surprised.
— — -it turns out that the entire passage was filled with invisible Mystical Techniques that specifically targeted the evil spirits, making them unable to sense their surroundings.
However, if someone wanted to investigate the situation here, this profound technique would be completely concealed, making it impossible for this technique to be detected.
The demons only knew that there was a hidden passageway here. They checked and found nothing unusual, so they sent people to guard it. However, they didn't know that it was all in vain.
The orange cat silently sighed.
Wind and Rain Saint.
Countless years after her death, the spell that she set up was still able to reach this level. Her power was simply unimaginable.
However, a saint like her still died.
The orange cat shook his head and continued to run up the wall.
Several breaths later.
It crouched down in front of a small sunken terrace.
The orange cat reached his front paw out and touched one of the bricks.
A small object suddenly appeared on the balcony.
The orange cat stared closely at that thing with a confused look in his eyes.
It was a blood-stained rattle.
When it appeared, the spell that covered it disappeared without a trace.
It seems Saint Wind-Rain spent quite a bit of effort to preserve this rattle.
The orange cat took a few steps forward and crouched down in front of the rattle.
— — in the past life, did I like to play with the rattle when I was young?
That can't be right.
This toy — — -
I don't have any recollection of it.
The orange cat pondered, reached out his paw again, and tried to touch the rattle.
As soon as his paw touched the rattle, his body trembled and his mind went blank.
Countless images danced and manifested in his mind, eventually manifesting into a scene from a long time ago.
— — -the village.
Black smoke billowed. After burning for half the morning, the flames had finally engulfed the entire village.
The scorched ground was filled with corpses.
Under a collapsed mud wall, a small corpse opened its eyes.
It was a young boy.
He appeared to be around three years old, his body was dark and thin, but his body was relatively intact.
After the boy woke up, he didn't show any signs of panic and instead carefully observed his surroundings.
At this point, the fire had already gone out.
The roof had already been completely burned away, leaving only four bare walls.
There were two corpses in the room, one male and one female.
The boy glanced over and showed an expression of understanding.
He took out a rattle from his chest pocket, stood up, and walked in front of the male and female.
The boy lightly turned the rattle, causing it to resound with drumming sounds.
Dong — — dong — — dong — — -
With three drumming sounds, faint figures appeared from the two corpses.
There was also a small figure leaning against them.
The boy spoke: "The two of you must be this body's parents, and you, the original owner of this body — — -"
"I'm sorry, but this is all I have. Let me help you reincarnate, what do you think?"
The male and female exchanged glances and nodded.
The female held the small figure in her arms and silently whispered something.
The boy listened for a few moments, then nodded: "I'll borrow his body to help you reconnect your fate in your next life"
The female immediately knelt down and bowed to the boy.
The boy stepped aside and said: "No need to be so polite, this is my duty"
He lightly shook the rattle.
Dong dong dong dong dong dong — — -
The drumming was intense, carrying an indescribable power.
"Go reincarnate, when your family is reunited again, this world should have returned to peace" the boy said.
The three figures nodded to him, turned into streaks of light, and disappeared into the void of space.
The boy watched them leave. After a while, he slowly put the rattle away and walked out of the house.
He slowly walked through the ruins, occasionally seeing corpses, he lightly shook the rattle to send them to reincarnation.
At noon, the boy finally walked out of the ruined village.
He stood on the side of the road, looking back at the ruined village.
"Who would've thought the Wilderness would be this chaotic, even mortals can't find peace"
"Seems like I'll have to grow up a bit faster"
The boy's expression was cold, but his stomach was growling.
He paused, suddenly noticing that he had a lot of urgent matters to deal with.
"I need to find something to eat … what does a three year old mortal eat?"
He closed his eyes and went through this body's memories.
This body only has three years of memories, so it knows too little, but it still has some memories of what it eats.
"Got it — — the spirit fruits on the west slope are perfect for me to eat"
The boy followed the dirt road all the way to the west, sure enough, he found a field of glowing red fruits at the bottom of the slope.
From what he remembered, these fruits were the most precious thing in the village, only picked during festivals for the elderly and children to eat.
He slowly climbed down the slope, walked up to the short fruit tree, and picked one to eat.
"Contains a bit of spirit energy, can nourish the body, develop wisdom, and prolong life"
The boy commented while eating.
Suddenly, a voice came from the depths of the forest:
"You brat, you know quite a bit"
After eating one, the boy picked another, wiped the dust off the fruit with his clothes and asked: "Who's in the forest?"
A burly figure walked out from the forest.
It was a bearded man in a tight outfit, a bow on his back, two Blades on his waist, and a spirit fruit in his hand, munching on it.
The man looked at the boy in front of him, then at the village in the distance.
"Only this boy is still alive … tch …"
The man walked up, crouched down next to the boy, and said: "I am the Demon King of Slaughter, Lin Changfeng, I often eat raw human flesh and drink human blood, countless souls have died in my hands, are you not afraid?"
The boy shook his head: "I'm not"
"Not afraid? Why not? "the man was surprised.
The boy pointed at the fruit in his hand, then at the gourd on his back, and said: "You're eating fruits, there's the sound of water inside the gourd, but no smell of blood, so you were lying just now"
Lin Changfeng froze, then begrudgingly asked: "Are all kids this smart these days? Have you been eating spirit fruits since you were young? "
"I eat better than spirit fruits" the boy replied.
"No wonder"
Lin Changfeng slapped his thigh, finally understanding.
At this point, a gust of wind came from afar.
Lin Changfeng listened for a few moments, then his expression changed: "Brat, we'll meet again, I'll be going first"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he immediately flew into the distance.
At the very next moment.
He suddenly turned around and landed next to the boy.
He stomped his foot: "Damn it! Damn it! Leaving you here would only lead to death, why did I just happen to run into you! "
"Death?" the boy was confused.
Lin Changfeng jumped up, slapped himself, and cursed: "Who told you to be a busybody again!"
He carried the boy on his shoulder and fled into the distance.
The orchard returned to silence.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
All of a sudden, a solemn voice resounded across the world, as if declaring to billions of living beings:
「 The infinite worlds, only Chaos reigns supreme 」
「 The Era's Great Tribulation is about to descend, the Primal Chaos is about to reopen, a peerless power will descend to save all living beings 」
「 — — Saints, you must hold on to the battle 」
「 The others, go to Mount Bu Zhou! 」
This voice resounded across the entire world.
The child stayed quietly on Lin Changfeng's shoulder, and didn't seem to be afraid. He just listened to Lin Changfeng's words curiously.
He patted Lin Changfeng's shoulder and asked in confusion: "What are those people doing near Mount Bu Zhou?"
Lin Changfeng scoffed, then casually explained:
"It's said that a Primal Saint descended from the Primal Chaos will appear near Mount Bu Zhou — — but I think that's all a lie — — if it's a Primal Saint, why didn't he directly enter the Divine Palace and guide the Saints to fight against the evil creatures?"
The boy nodded and returned to silence.
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