Chapter 337

Fucuzi's face turned deathly pale; for the first time, he was somewhat at a loss.

He cradled the small Mysterious Mirror, trying bit by bit to reassemble the shattered fragments.

This was, of course, a laughable and futile gesture.

However, one must still harbor hope.

Fucuzi kept piecing together the fragments until a rustling sound came from behind him, and someone asked him in a low voice:

"...... Where did you pick up this piece of Mysterious Mirror?"

Fucuzi didn't turn his head, his hands busy nonstop:

"Beside Emperor Taizong's Zhaoling Mausoleum."

Then someone else asked:

"Was it just lying there casually at the roadside back then, left for you to pick up?"

"After you picked it up, how did you know it had some spiritual quality?"

"Could it be because...... it originally bore some characters on it, looking quite ancient, yet you couldn't read a single one, so you felt it had some... connection?"

Xuan Feixing, this person, actually doesn't talk much.

Usually, unless he's really angry, he's also the type who's so tight-lipped not even a fart could be knocked out of him with eight poles.

Nowadays, this question, how......

The last sentence, the question is even more specific.

Earlier, he seemed to have only told Xuan Feixing that he noticed the Mysterious Mirror was somewhat special, seemingly not telling the other party that the Mysterious Mirror originally bore characters?

Fucuzi felt somewhat puzzled, turning his head to look——

At this moment, the sky had grown completely dark.

Between these dense woods, there were only two people, a ruin, and a stretch of ground that almost formed a small pool, emitting a belching gurgling sound like a black mire......

And, the torch that Xuan Feixing had picked up from somewhere unknown in his hand.

The firelight flickered in his eyes; Fucuzi instinctively squinted for a moment, but the next instant he heard a piece of news so shocking it could shake his soul——

Xuan Feixing said:

"Stop crying, there's another piece of 【Mysterious Mirror】 here."

At first, Fucuzi didn't quite grasp what he meant, but once it sank in, he instinctively found it absurd.

He rarely felt annoyed, opening his mouth to retort, yet Xuan Feixing's face was no better than his.

The torch's light and shadow fell upon a certain stone on the ground, and where the flames passed, there distinctly appeared two characters that, though twisted, still bore a faintly grand appearance——

Fairy maiden!

Holy shit!

This time I really saw a ghost.

That large stone, if I'm not mistaken, he had only sat on it a short while ago, and there was absolutely no trace of any characters on it.

How did two characters appear out of nowhere, unbeknownst to gods or ghosts?

The Young Emperor's mother is surprisingly all-powerful—seeing a Mysterious Mirror shatter, she could instantly send him another piece?

But, but this is surely beyond the scope of a Mysterious Mirror, right?

That stone slab is a full half-person tall, previously standing square by the roadside, now firmly planted beside that black mire.

Rather than saying it's some treasure that can communicate with heaven and divine fortunes, it's more like......

A stele.

Exactly.

A stele standing by the roadside.

Moreover, it is a stele with strong directional significance, specially set up for that black mire.

Fucuzi's thoughts swirled; he had a vague inkling of something, yet for a moment he found it hard to accept.

The night sank like water, silence flowing.

Xuan Feixing, not knowing what had come to mind, picked up a stone and bent over to scribble on the stele.

Fucuzi understood the meaning of this gesture, yet he couldn't help but feel his heart pounding like a drum.

A fine, dense scraping sound rang out.

After a long while, after a long while, with his back to Xuan Feixing, he suddenly spoke:

"...... I have two pieces of news to tell you."

Fucuzi couldn't stand the atmosphere, blurted out:

"I want to hear the good news first, I want to hear the good news first."

Xuan Feixing didn't even bother with him, just continued:

"The bad news is, your precious Mysterious Mirror is not a one-of-a-kind existence. This stele of mine works just like your earlier Mysterious Mirror, able to give answers."

"The worse news is, I think I somewhat understand why these stones, and the turtle shells in my family, can all receive some responses."

It's not some spiritual object, it's not some spiritual object.

But rather, it seems there is a group of 【people】 in this world who are fundamentally invisible and intangible.

Two groups of people share the same heaven and earth, but something deliberately distorts and blocks them, causing the two groups to be unable to directly communicate.

Only traces left on some heavy, enduring things can be fully known to the other side......

Xuan Feixing's face turned dark as iron, he pondered left and right, then uttered his analogy word by word:

"Just like, after the vicissitudes of the vast sea, clothing and stone jars from a hundred years ago may break, but the marks carved into stone can last a thousand years."

But just as people a hundred years ago erected a stele, we can still see it generally......

We carve characters onto the stone stele; if someone a thousand years later happens to find the same stone stele or turtle shell as we did, they can also see the traces we left.

Nobody knows the Profound Mirror's self-proclaimed origin better than Fu Zhongzi.

But until today, Fu Zhongzi, confident in his profound Dao arts, had never carefully investigated the origin of the Stone Mirror, and today...

This 'cause' was pointed out by Xuan Feixing.

Fu Zhongzi is certainly not a fool; all sorts of oddities rushed to his mind, including where he picked up the Profound Mirror, and why the Profound Mirror must have a layer of stone peeled off to manifest a character once...

That eighty percent is because, at that time, both parties' intentions were to worship Taizong, thus giving rise to a fateful encounter.

And he could only leave a message for the other party by having the characters on the stone flow through time; after the other party saw it, they would use the same method to leave him a message.

But if that is the case, then there is an even more terrifying fact—

The inscribed message he gives the other party must also pass a thousand years before it can fall into the other party's hands.

And at the same time, the other party's 【message】 must also pass a thousand years before it can reach his hands.

In other words, the points in time at which they each exist are each other's past lives.

The relationship between the two parties must be—

They → one thousand years → them → another thousand years → then them...

Of course, what they experience in between might not be just one thousand years; it could be two thousand years, or even longer.

But at the very least, they must have this relationship for their letters to reach each other smoothly.

Time will sweep everything away, and like reshuffling a gambling deck, after some long or short period it will casually wipe away all traces of those who came before.

But the primordial things originally left in the world will not.

Because it is part of the flesh and blood of heaven and earth.

It can wash away all other traces, but it cannot wash away its own flesh and blood.

Heaven and earth have always been this heaven and earth, and everyone dwells within it.

Perhaps the interval between him and the Young Emperor's mother is not as long as he thought, so the other party could easily tell him what she found in the historical records.

But the time between her and him is already too long; heaven and earth have already undergone a round of reshuffling, so therefore her traces are not left in his historical records.

This has become that she knows him, but he does not know what happened in her Mustard Seed Realm, nor what it is like.

Seeing ghosts.

Really seeing ghosts.

Whether Yuan Long will die on Profound Feather Mountain is no longer that important nowadays.

Anyway, Fu Zhongzi feels that he is going to die on Profound Feather Mountain.

In a deathlike silence, Fu Zhongzi lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and said:

"I thought I could temporarily lift the Heavenly Dao's blockade, and that was already impressive."

"I didn't expect you could also identify those characters... Tell me, what did you just ask on the stone tablet?"

Having just learned of such a major matter, Fu Zhongzi's whole body already felt as if he had fallen into a dream, his limbs weak and limp, unable to even crawl.

He asked like that merely wanting to find someone to talk to, to verify that he was not the only one in heaven and earth.

But it wouldn't matter if he didn't ask; once he did, it was as if he lit Xuan Feixing's firecracker tube.

Xuan Feixing paced back and forth in agitation, gritted his teeth, and said:

I don't know shit!

"I followed the Wu Tribe's tradition, carving two choices on the corner of the stone tablet, and I asked whether those two characters meant 'Profound Pool,' and whether it was because I created this Black Swamp that later generations erected this tablet..."

"This damn stone tablet put a check mark on the 'yes'!"

?? Finally spilling the biggest secret of this book...

? The fanatic fan group's side branch actually runs through the whole story; the reason it was inserted here to explode is because Shasha is currently pregnant, with nothing particularly major to write, and when this perspective returns, the other side will have basically given birth like this!

? Tomorrow we return to Shasha's perspective!