HBWnovel Chapter 882 All Spirits Return to the Source (Part 1)
Chapter 882 All Spirits Return to the Source (Part 1)
Chapter 882 All Spirits Return to the Origin (Part 10)
"Ah."
Han Yi nodded slightly, looking at the tall painted boat in front of him with great interest.
This pleasure boat has three levels, with exquisite decorations and luxurious canopies. The upper cabin is carved with beautiful patterns, and various places are decorated with colorful flowers. The design is both realistic and abstract, and the arrangement is well-organized. At a glance, it is clear that it is not owned by an ordinary family.
But this thing...
Han Yi had some doubts in his heart.
Do we still need to take a boat to pass through the traction array?
He wasn't worried that Li Feibai would deceive him.
Although Han Yi was not very familiar with the Hundred Meridians Secret Technique, which dealt with matters of the soul, the control of the spiritual seed left in Li Feibai's body should not be inferior to the so-called soul restriction.
The spirit seed, after being modified by Han Yi, has two functional changes.
Firstly, it is physical, spreading throughout the entire body and completely integrated with Li Feibai's physical body.
The combination here is the fundamental combination of the spiritual seed, the divine soul, and the demonic power.
If Han Yi so desired, with a single thought or idea, he could easily reclaim all the spiritual seeds within Li Feibai's body, stripping him of his vitality and power, which would mean taking Li Feibai's life in an instant.
Secondly, there is the spiritual aspect.
The spiritual seed's ability to erode the mind will subtly change the host's choices, causing their stance to naturally shift, that is, their emotional inclination.
Deception? In this situation, there is absolutely no deception.
Guided by the instructions, the members of the Myriad Beasts Sect in the convoy slowly boarded the painted boat.
The painted boat is several tens of meters long, and you can appreciate its size and grandeur when you get closer. In fact, the term "water-based architecture" would be more appropriate to describe it than "painted boat".
Such a huge pleasure boat could easily accommodate even several times more people from the Myriad Beasts Sect.
Moreover, the current Ten Thousand Beasts Sect caravan only has a hundred people, and one floor of space is enough to accommodate them.
On the balcony of the third floor of the painted boat, high up.
Han Yi looked down from his high vantage point, surveying the surroundings. The river flowed gently, a light breeze blew, and emerald duckweed shimmered on the surface. Wave after wave of spray lapped against the shore, creating countless droplets of foam.
His eyes held a hint of melancholy.
Having left Yunzhou and traveled all the way to Qingzhou, they had finally reached the last step. The other high-ranking members of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, including Zhong Han, Zhong Yunxiu, and Zhang Ruoning, were equally filled with emotion.
After enduring numerous hardships and countless setbacks along the way, they now desperately hope to find a stable place to rest and recuperate.
And this land of hope seems to be within reach soon.
"My lord, shall we begin...?"
Li Feibai stood behind Han Yi and asked in a low voice.
He took out an array plate from his pocket. The array plate was engraved with countless intricate patterns that vaguely formed a blurry human figure.
It can be roughly discerned that the figure is a woman.
The woman possessed an exceptionally noble and elegant demeanor, dressed in a magnificent feathered gown. Though the patterns were merely gray and white, they subtly revealed a kaleidoscope of colors, making it appear almost real.
Ye Jindie, equally respectful, took out another corresponding array plate from her bosom. The array plate in her hand was exactly the same in color, size, and shape as the one in Li Feibai's hand.
The difference lies in the different human figures formed by the patterns.
The array plate that Ye Jindie was holding was engraved with two male figures, one on the left and one on the right.
The man on the left has bloodshot eyes, a ferocious aura, and an imposing presence. The man on the right is dressed in white, tall and slender, with a calm and indifferent demeanor, as if everything is under his control.
As soon as the two array plates appeared, they glowed faintly with white light, one on the left and one on the right, their dim light flickering and changing.
"interesting…..."
Han Yi narrowed his eyes, looked at the array plates in the hands of the two men, and then at the three tall statues standing around the Sanling Canal.
The figures carved on the array plate seem to correspond to different statues.
Even though their features are mostly blurry and their details are unclear, a one-to-one correspondence can still be discerned. The array plates and statues echo each other, subtly radiating an invisible pull, forming a unified whole.
"My lord?" Li Feibai stepped forward.
"No rush. There are still people who haven't arrived." Han Yi snapped out of his thoughts and waved his hand.
"There are others?" Li Feibai was taken aback.
Rumble rumble rumble...
Suddenly, a series of muffled thunderous sounds rang out, rolling in from afar.
The sound grew closer and more urgent.
The ground shook, and the river trembled.
Large ripples joined together to form waves, which lapped against the sides of the painted boat, producing a dull thud.
Boom! ! !
The sound grew closer, and the vibrations intensified. The surging river water churned violently, and huge waves shot into the sky like water dragons.
Even the huge pleasure boat swayed slightly.
Li Feibai and the other man felt a blur before their eyes, and a fierce gust of wind rushed towards them, causing them to instinctively close their eyes.
What appeared before my eyes after I opened them.
It was a huge white wolf.
Its entire body was pure white, every hair was translucent and crystalline, and specks of ice crystals swirled and danced around its massive body. Its deep blue vertical pupils were aloof and mysterious.
This was the little ice wolf, Xiaoyue, that Han Yi had left behind in the spring.
At this moment, Xiaoyue has fully grown up, its body as large as a small mountain peak, its snow-white mane hanging down naturally, and its teeth in its mouth like sharp daggers, gleaming with a cold light.
Its limbs are strong and powerful, covered with a thick layer of hair, as if it were wearing a white armor. It exudes a chilling coldness and a fierce killing intent at all times.
With a light leap, it traversed dozens of meters and landed steadily on the pleasure boat, causing the entire boat to sink and the waterline to drop.
"You rascal..." Han Yi patted Xiaoyue affectionately.
The little guy who used to nestle in his arms looked so weak and cute, and was extremely clingy. A few years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has become what he is now.
He actually misses it quite a bit.
As Xiaoyue landed, a series of booming sounds echoed in the distance as a large pack of wolves pounced and leaped into the painted boat.
The once spacious pleasure boat soon became somewhat crowded.
As the wolf king, Xiaoyue leads a large pack of wolves, which is also part of the overall strength of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. Now that he is leaving, he will definitely leave with us.
The array plates in Li Feibai and Ye Jindie's hands slowly approached each other and came together.
*Sizzle*
The three statues suddenly lit up with white light, and three bright white beams shot out, converging and projecting into the river below.
Splash...
A huge white vortex of water appeared, from which a tremendous pulling force emanated. The pulling force first appeared in bursts like bubbles, and then suddenly grew larger and more uniform.
Click click...
The heavy, majestic painted boat began to move with extreme difficulty and slowness.
Han Yi also noticed this.
As the distance to the vortex decreased and the traction force changed, his body gradually became somewhat transparent.
Whoosh! After the painted boat was completely submerged in the white vortex, it suddenly shrank into a black dot and disappeared instantly.
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Qingjiang Mountain, Yuanmiaozong.
The mountains are high and the wind is cold.
Ziwei Courtyard, rear hall.
In the brightly lit hall, rows of green lamps were arranged in a neat circle, densely covering the entire space, making the hall as bright as day.
In the middle of the main hall, there were several tables with a portrait hanging on them. In front of the portrait were two brass incense burners, which at first glance seemed to be an arrangement for ancestor worship.
"Humans have three souls: the first is Tai Guang, the second is Shuang Ling, and the third is You Jing. They also have seven other spirits: Shi Gou, Fu Shi, Que Yin, Tun Zei, Fei Du, Chu Hui, Chou Fei…"
Sitting at the table was a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest, with fair skin, a kind face, and holding a whisk. His eyes were closed, and he was chanting incantations.
It was none other than Wang Xuanling, the newly appointed head of the Ziwei Academy.
Wow!
As he chanted, his fingers flew, forming countless hand seals in an instant. The whisk in front of him stood upright, and a point of gold suddenly shone from it.
The golden light gradually lengthened, widened, and transformed into a bright golden thread, which then flew out and landed on the portrait with a bang.
The portrait has several lines of writing on it, which, upon closer inspection, appear to be a birth date and time, as well as the person's name and origin.
The signature below the name belongs to no one else.
It was the name 'Han Yi'.
The portrait depicts a lifelike full-body portrait of Han Yi.
Angle, posture, movement...
The details are clear and detailed, and the art style is delicate and realistic.
Even the slightest smile at the corner of her mouth and the gentleness in her eyes are vividly portrayed.
not difficult to see.
The painter is undoubtedly a master of composition, possessing profound painting skills.
Moreover, they were extremely familiar with the person in the portrait.
Once the golden threads had completely stabilized, Wang Xuanling slowly took out a small package from her sleeve and gently opened it.
But it was just a few strands of black hair.
He then took out a small jade box from his waist pouch, shook it, opened the lid, and inside was a tiny black bloodstain the size of a fingernail.
Wang Xuanling carefully took out a single strand of hair, seemingly something valuable and hard-won, and gently wrapped it around her fingertip. "The body and hair are the origin of all things. Using blood as a guide, I search for the soul and lock the spirit!"
boom!
A burst of fire suddenly erupted from his fingertips, instantly igniting his hair.
Chi Chi Chi!
Wang Xuanling's feet moved with powerful strides, his hand gestures changing rapidly. A drop of blood spontaneously flew out of the jade box and landed in the firelight.
call…...
Suddenly, a strange black smoke billowed out from the charred hair, pierced through the portrait, and drifted into the sky.
“This time… with blood and hair as guidance, it should… be successful, right…” Wang Xuanling’s face was pale, but her eyes were bright and piercing.
The key to a successful spell isn't its power, but rather its ability to accurately locate the target. What's truly frustrating is that the previous attempts at casting spells were not only exhausting but also utterly ineffective.
This time.
With Han Yi's hair and blood as a guide, even if the curse cannot harm this person, their current location can still be determined.
Determining the location is a great achievement.
Thinking of the generous reward promised by his senior uncle from the three peaks, Wang Xuanling couldn't help but chuckle and start thinking about good things.
Thud...
Just then, a strange noise caught Wang Xuanling's attention.
The black smoke hadn't gone far when it suddenly stopped and hovered in mid-air.
Like a drunkard, he swayed left and right, unable to determine his direction.
"A thousand transformations, but a single essence..." Wang Xuanling frowned, chanting the incantation again. Whoosh!
In an instant, the black smoke reacted, moving with lightning speed.
But the direction of this movement...
Wang Xuanling's pupils widened as black smoke instantly entered the top of his head. Suddenly, a bright light shone deep within his mind, like a great sun rising, illuminating all ghosts and demons.
hiss hiss hiss...
Under the scorching sun, a seed took root and sprouted, growing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it experienced countless seasons and grew into a huge tree with lush branches and leaves.
"what!!!"
Wang Xuanling felt a throbbing headache, as if her head was about to explode.
"All spirits return to their source, the mother nurtures all living beings..."
"All spirits return to the source, the mother nurtures all living beings..."
This wasn't the end of it; countless murmurs and whispers echoed in Wang Xuanling's mind.
The sound started out soft, gradually grew louder, and finally became as resonant as a bronze bell.
The speakers included men and women, young and old.
They have different accents, and even different races.
However, the meaning conveyed is clear: it's essentially the same sentence.
Countless sounds mingled together, as if they were competing, chaotic and disorderly, yet also as if they were cooperating and blending together.
The murmurs, shifting and shifting between chaos and stability, are like a collection of vibrations, or the buzzing of many bees, so unbearable they make you want to vomit blood.