On the way back, Ban Lan and He Li didn't encounter any similar attacks. Five days later, they successfully brought the person back to Shouzheng's station.
Now that they were here, they didn't have to worry about any accidents.
Fu Province itself was protected by a formation, and with the protection of the Yi Mu's branches, even Xuan Zun wouldn't be able to break it in a short time. What's more, it wasn't the time for the Turbid Tide to surge. Once the Xuanting detected an attack that exceeded a certain level, it would immediately send reinforcements.
After the layers of restrictions were activated, the two of them took the masked man to the altar and locked him up with the talisman chains.
They didn't remove the mask. It didn't matter what the person looked like. The key was that they brought him back.
At this moment, they needed to find clues about the God Recovery Society from this person.
Ban Lan nodded to the many cultivators below the altar. The cultivators below circulated their spiritual power and activated the formation. After a while, the entire altar lit up and enveloped the masked man.
This was a kind of ritual. It was to better maintain the person's vitality and prevent any mistakes from suddenly appearing during the questioning process.
After the ritual was completed, Ban Lan ordered He Li to leave first and then let the others leave. When he was the only one left, he walked forward and looked at the masked man. After this person was captured, he had been half-dead. At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and a strange sound came from his body.
This sound was very strange and dull. Just hearing it made people feel dizzy. The talisman on the altar flickered for a while before calming down. Then, the person's head fell down again.
Ban Lan realized that this person wasn't someone he could deal with. However, this proved that this person was very valuable. He didn't come here for nothing.
He didn't try again. Instead, he took a few steps back and came to the middle of the altar. After calming his breathing, he called out Xuntian Dao Zhang. However, just as he was about to look up, he felt something and looked up. He saw a young Daoist standing there with his back to him. He was shocked and hurriedly bowed. "Ban Lan greets Shouzheng."
Zhang Yu did not turn his head and said, "Ban Lan, you've done well this time. According to Tianxia's precedent, I'll find a way to erase your crimes. I'll also give you the rewards you deserve. You may leave now."
"Yes! Thank you, Shouzheng. "
Ban Lan bowed respectfully and slowly retreated. When he reached the altar, he bowed again, then straightened up and stepped down the stairs to leave.
Zhang Yu looked at the masked man and stared into his eyes. His eyes flashed and a ray of Divine Light shone deeply into his eyes.
Up until now, he had come into contact with or captured more than one person from the God Recovery Society. These people were either Tao people and had no value, or their status wasn't high enough to come into contact with the core figures.
However, it was different this time. From the beginning, when he asked Ban Lan to find the God Recovery Society, it wasn't a casual decision. It was because he felt that this person had a chance to find the key person. He was willing to try this kind of heavenly intuition that came from a cultivator's body.
Now that this person was standing in front of him, it was a confirmation of this feeling.
Now that his cultivation was a step further than before, he could find out what was hidden behind this person through this person.
Every living Lingdu in the world had a past. These all became part of the past and would leave traces in the past. Following these traces, he would find what he wanted to know.
Only when living creatures reached the upper realm and abandoned their past like Xuan Zun could they cover up or erase these traces.
The God Recovery Society used Tao people. Other than being useful and obedient, it was probably because of this. This meant that the other party had a higher level of power, which was why they were on guard.
Generally speaking, if the traces of the past were covered up or erased, even people of the same level wouldn't be able to see it again. However, he had the Great Dao Eye Seal. This allowed him to look down from a higher level and find these things.
At this moment, as his gaze shone in, this person's past unfolded before his eyes like a picture scroll. This was originally a native from a small tribe, but when he was a baby, he was brought to the vicinity of a dilapidated temple and was taught by a specialist. There were also more than twenty native children who were taught along with him.
The person who taught them was a woman wearing a Tao mask. From her attire, there was no doubt that she was from the God Recovery Society.
These women told these children that they were the messengers chosen by the ancient gods. Their responsibility was to awaken the ancient gods from their slumber and let the gods cleanse the world of filth. Then, in the future, they would embrace eternal life in the temples of the gods.
These things were not very valuable, and they did not reveal much information. If the names of the ancient gods were changed, any EsGod would be able to use it.
Zhang Yu continued to read on, and as he continued to learn, he grasped all sorts of knowledge and battle techniques. However, at this point, he was at most a warrior and was not much stronger than an ordinary person. The only time he changed was when he was 15 years old.
In this year, the God Recovery Society held a ceremony for all the young people who were taught. First, they let everyone fall into a deep sleep. Then, they let a mystical creature enter their bodies.
This was a grayish-brown, mud-like thing with small tentacles that could crawl. It crawled into the mouths and noses of these young people and lodged near their hearts and brains.
Without exception, all the young people received a mystical power and thanked the gods under the lead of an old man who seemed to be a priest, announcing that they were officially the messengers of the ancient gods.
Zhang Yu noticed that there was something different about this place. Whether it was the EsGod of the Last Epoch Era or the ancient gods, they were all maintained by the bloodline of the descendants of gods. Even the priests in the tribes were descendants of gods. However, the God Recovery Society was not like this. From the beginning, they chose natives who did not have any divine bloodline.
This was different from any of the EsGods he had come into contact with before.
Furthermore, he also discovered that every parasitic Lingdu was the same. The differences were extremely minute, as if they were created from the same body. If this place did not use a mystical power, then the level of the civilization behind it was not low at all.
Furthermore, this thing reminded him of the 'Nightmares' and 'Parasites' of the Qingyang Upper Continent. There was a certain degree of similarity between the two.
The Nightmares and Parasites had begun to disappear after the Turbid Tide fell. This thing was first rumored to have come from the void, but it was only limited to the Qingyang Upper Continent and had not been seen in other continents. The reason behind this was worth pondering.
As he thought about it, he continued to look down.
As this man grew, those who had interacted with him were exposed one by one, and this implicated even more people who were related to them, allowing him to see even more people. It was as if a large net had been opened in front of him, and the secrets below were gradually revealed.
With the help of the Seal of the Great Way, his gaze had already separated from the masked man and extended to these people. These people themselves were not important to him. What he needed was the thing that they all hoped for in the depths of their consciousness. That was the core and the most important thing.
Under the urging of the Light of Heart, the divine light in his eyes became even brighter as he looked deeper.
At this moment, the masked man began to tremble. Waves of white smoke rose from his body as if he was evaporating like water. However, the surrounding Taoist talismans flickered, preventing and delaying this process.
Zhang Yu did not stop because of this. Finally, at a certain moment, he reached the deepest place. At this moment, a beam of light suddenly flickered.
He looked up and found himself standing in a grand building with straight walls. The metal-like walls were emitting a hazy light. This was where he suspected an altar was. Everything seemed to be in order.
He walked forward and came to the end of the building. There was a tall wall here, and on top of it, there was a person wearing a mask. Or rather, it was a half-human, half-monster. He had fine scales and tentacles, and his limbs were like the claws of an spider. His tentacles were swaying.
Every time he swayed, countless tiny beetle-like insects would gather around him and leave quickly. It was as if this was the only way for him to maintain his existence between himself and reality.
At this moment, with his arrival and his gaze, this thing seemed to be frightened and uneasy. It tried its best to hide and struggle, but the stone wall firmly bound it there. It could not go anywhere.
Zhang Yu looked at it for a moment and seemed to sense something. He turned around and looked back. The path he came from had long disappeared. There was only a platform left. Below him was an empty void. In front of him, a pair of empty eyes appeared. They seemed to be very close, yet also seemed to be extremely far away.
He took two steps forward and came to the edge of the platform. He looked towards the pair of empty holes. However, at this moment, just as the auras of the two sides were about to collide, they were blocked by an invisible barrier. Once the auras came into contact with it, they became chaotic, distant, and disorderly.
It was as if because of this collision, everything around him shattered and disappeared like flowing light. Everything collapsed.
The light in Zhang Yu's eyes dimmed. He was still standing on the altar. Meanwhile, the masked man's entire body had collapsed. His body had already turned into wisps of smoke. Only his clothes and half a mask remained.
He stood in place and thought for a moment. Although this person no longer existed, he had obtained enough things. Although they were only fragments, if he pieced them together, it would be enough to straighten out some things.
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