Chapter 606: Judgment!

He felt his hair stand on end, but his body wouldn't obey him; he couldn't turn around or take a step.

Then, the statue also opened its eyes.

Miaozhan had originally lowered her head at a forty-five-degree angle, eyes slightly closed; because of its high placement, it was exactly the angle to overlook the crowd.

As she opened her eyes, the purple-glowing pupils met He Lingchuan's gaze.

He immediately discovered that he couldn't even shift his gaze away.

The surrounding scenery changed abruptly, and the statue of Miaozhan rapidly magnified in his field of vision until her body was incomparably majestic, exceeding the limits of his sight.

The tourists around him disappeared one by one, the human voices faded one by one, and finally, even Lu Shishi was gone.

In the vast, nameless space, it seemed only He Lingchuan remained.

Only the dome of the Golden Hall still shimmered with the Milky Way, but from He Lingchuan's perspective, it was also infinitely vast, as if it were truly hanging high in the sky, boundless and vast.

Where had he been brought to! Suddenly, he could move again.

He Lingchuan retreated two steps in a daze, only to discover that he was standing on the scale tray!

When had he appeared on the scale? With a "dang" sound, the Touchstone fell onto the empty tray opposite him.

He didn't know if he had shrunk or the Touchstone had grown, but its base diameter was at least seven feet now, its entire body gleaming with golden light, very eye-catching.

Just like before, the appearance of the Touchstone did not change the balance of the scale arms.

A sigh seemed to come from the void, and He Lingchuan vaguely heard disappointment.

Had the probing of him already begun? Why was the other party disappointed? The Eye of Truth on the scale turned twice, and its gaze locked onto him.

Compared to the eyeball he had seen in the Hall of Spears in Panlong City, this large eye was magnified at least a hundred times, and a hundred times more terrifying; He Lingchuan could even see its twitching eyelids.

The gaze of this large eyeball made him feel that the secrets in his heart had nowhere to hide.

"Where is this?" He looked around in panic, shouting loudly, "Who is there!"

This was the normal reaction of an ordinary person.

A gentle, magnetic female voice resonated in this space, as grand as the long notes of a pipe organ: "Your name?"

He Lingchuan asked back, "Who are you!"

"I am Miaozhan," the female voice said. "And you?"

This first question stumped He Lingchuan.

His alias in Beijia was He Xiao, but if he reported this name, could he pass the Touchstone's test?

Miaozhan was famous for discerning truth from falsehood; as a mere mortal, could he escape the Dharma Eye of a Heavenly God?

"Hmm?" Miaozhan urged him. "I will only ask you three questions; you must answer truthfully, do not harbor delusions of deceiving the Dharma Eye."

She didn't continue with "otherwise," because it wasn't necessary.

Every mortal should understand the consequences of angering a Heavenly God.

He Lingchuan felt his chest grow slightly warm.

It wasn't the divine bone necklace inside his collar, but something else that was heating up.

Just this bit of warmth allowed him to feel warmth again in this vast, boundless space.

It was like spring sunlight falling on a person through mottled branches and leaves.

It was also like seeing a small wooden hut with a fire burning before the next storm arrived after traveling through ice and snow.

That kind of warmth was probably not worth mentioning in ordinary times, but now it possessed the power to settle the heart; He Lingchuan's nervous and anxious thoughts suddenly relaxed.

The sense of powerlessness from facing an omnipotent Heavenly God alone also gradually dissipated.

What was he doing? The last thing he should do right now was be manipulated by the other party!

Since he was already standing here, under the eyes of a deity, he could only muster twelve thousand percent of his caution and deal with the other party properly!

Under the gaze of the large eyeball, he lowered his head and said humbly, "I, I am called He Xiao."

Creak, creak, the two arms of the scale began to sway.

Because it was magnified a hundred times, even the smallest movement was startlingly large. The scale trays rose and fell, and He Lingchuan felt as if he were standing on a small sampan, tossed and turned by several large waves.

Was this the Touchstone weighing the weight of his words? Fortunately, this terrifying swaying soon slowed down, the amplitude of the trays' movement decreased, and it soon came to a standstill.

The two arms were balanced, the two trays almost forming a straight line.

Did this answer pass? He Lingchuan remembered that He Xiao was his former name before he was three or five years old.

No, it wasn't his; it was the original body's.

The golden scale tray was as clear as a mirror, polished brighter than any mirror.

He Lingchuan's gaze fell on the tray, and he inadvertently discovered that the complex stars in the sky were reflected so clearly that one could count them, even how they twinkled and what color light they emitted, whereas his own reflection, though closest, was the blurriest, to the point where he couldn't even see his face clearly.

Could this be considered a normal phenomenon? He quietly looked up and aimed a glance at the large eyeball on top of the scale.

It was also glaring at him, without blinking.

"Good, the second question," Miaozhan continued to ask. "What connection do you have with the Great Fang Hu?"

A few short words precisely hit He Lingchuan's fatal weakness.

Miaozhan didn't ask if He Lingchuan knew about the Great Fang Hu, nor did she ask where the Great Fang Hu was.

Her question was very vague and broad, but as long as He Lingchuan had even the slightest connection with the Great Fang Hu, he couldn't bypass it.

But from the moment he was summoned, He Lingchuan had repeatedly consolidated his psychological expectations. The Heavenly God and the Emperor couldn't have brought him here just for small talk, right?

Wasn't the only purpose of seeing him the Great Fang Hu?

Therefore, the three words "Great Fang Hu" couldn't stir up even half a ripple in his heart now.

"Great... what?" He looked blank, even looking up at the large eyeball. "Heavenly Venerable, please discern! I don't know what that is, and I have no connection with it!"

As soon as the words fell, the Pupil of Eye-Connection suddenly opened to its maximum, even bloodshot veins bursting at the corners of the eyes! He Lingchuan was startled and retreated two steps.

"Let us see the result."

The scale began to sway up and down again.

But this time the amplitude wasn't large, and He Lingchuan found his position getting lower and lower, having to look up to see the Touchstone.

His side had sunk.

In other words, he not only spoke the "truth," but it carried great weight!

The so-called "speaking with certainty."

Miaozhan was silent, as if somewhat surprised by this result.

The stars in the sky suddenly twinkled.

Whether He Lingchuan looked down at the reflection on the scale tray or looked up at the stars in the sky, he would discover that those weren't stars at all, but eyes!

Countless twinkling eyes!

They were shaped differently; some looked like human eyes, others belonged to unknown creatures.

When they blinked together, the eeriness and terror were beyond words.

The eyes opened to their maximum simultaneously, all gazes focusing on He Lingchuan.

They were scrutinizing him, evaluating him, and every gaze carried deep malice! The overwhelming pressure almost killed him on the spot.

He Lingchuan followed the trend, his knees softening, and he collapsed onto the scale tray.

Without any pretense, his face turned pale, and cold sweat streamed down.

It turned out he wasn't just facing Miaozhan, but countless Heavenly Gods hidden behind the sky, waiting for his answer.

He was a mere mortal; could he trigger such a grand formation?

The vast, boundless divine might descended suddenly, irresistible and unstoppable, capable of driving a mortal insane in an instant.

He Lingchuan even heard countless voices in his ears, like whispering, but more like endless arguing, coming from a very distant place, leaving only a faint echo by the time it reached him.

Were the gods arguing? He subconsciously curled up, his lips trembling, as if he were about to go into shock in the next second.

These expressions weren't faked, but the result of him opening his heart without deliberately trying to be strong.

"Enough." This time, Miaozhan's voice was full of majesty. "Since the Eye of Truth has been activated, one must believe in the result it gives!"

As soon as she spoke, the divine might filling the sky ceased abruptly, and this space immediately returned to emptiness and peace.

The oppressive feeling that was so heavy it made it impossible to breathe disappeared simultaneously, so quickly it seemed like an illusion.

This space was deathly quiet.

He didn't know how much time had passed before He Lingchuan tentatively called out, "Heaven... Heavenly Venerable?"

Miaozhan then said again, "Very well, we have one last question remaining."

He Lingchuan held his breath and waited.

He had already broken two-thirds of the dead end before him.

As long as he answered the last question correctly, this great tribulation would be considered passed.

"What connection do you have with the Mou Nation?" Still the same way of asking, broad and comprehensive.

Ah? Mou Nation?

This question was truly something he had never expected. He Lingchuan subconsciously shook his head, this time exceptionally honest.

"Answer."

"No connection." He steadied himself. "I have only heard of the Mou Nation, have never been there, and have never had any connection with it!"

The scale started again.

Without a doubt, the Touchstone tilted up in the end, and his side of the tray sank.

Truth, truth that couldn't be truer.

The sky suddenly turned dark, and the surrounding scenery receded like a tide. The feeling was very strange, like a canvas being immersed in water, the pigments fading.

But just at this moment, He Lingchuan suddenly heard a rough, loud voice say, "This body is not bad; why not subdue it?"

The changes around him suddenly stalled; the part where the canvas faded was a void, and it seemed something was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, rushing toward He Lingchuan.

That thing was pitch black and shapeless; He Lingchuan only knew it carried infinite pressure, and he was completely unable to resist.

Like a mouse before a lion.

If the process of the sky turning dark hadn't been interrupted, he probably wouldn't have seen these.

Miaozhan's voice sounded again, contrary to the previous gentleness and peace, clearly very displeased with her companion's self-assertion: "No!"

Another voice said, "Having spent such a great price, at least recover some cost!"

However, before Miaozhan could act, a green light suddenly lit up in the void left after the canvas was peeled away.

It seemed to be a mark?

The black shadow was illuminated and retreated with a whoosh; the rough, loud voice gave an 'eh' sound, very surprised: "How could there be the mark of Naluo Heaven?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 607 =====