Chapter 168: Mask

Ever since he had used the entry-rank Purification Talisman to wash away all the aura on his body, Wang Yu had not encountered any wolf packs actively seeking him out during the rest of his journey. The occasional lone demon wolf he did encounter would immediately steer far clear of him.

Yet, as he leaped forward from tree to tree, he was fiddling with a grayish-white mask covered in eerie black patterns, attempting to inject a sliver of mana into it.

The mask, originally stiff and hard, became soft and pliable after the mana was injected, as thin as skin.

Even more eerily, the black patterns on the mask began to wander, constantly morphing into various human faces—old and young, male and female. Each face was blurry, and after a flash, it would change into someone else's features.

Before Wang Yu could even ponder what this object was, the mask in his hand let out a "Bang!" and vanished into a cloud of grayish-white mist.

The next moment, something suddenly appeared on his face—thin, damp, and feeling like a faint layer of water mist.

Startled, Wang Yu hurriedly stopped. Standing on a tree, he raised his hand to pull at his face, but ended up tugging at his own cheek. Because he used too much force, he couldn't help but wince in pain.

Yet, that strange sensation on his face remained.

Without a second thought, Wang Yu reached into his robes with one hand and produced a silver bronze mirror; it was the main mirror of the Yin-Yang Floating Mirror.

He held the mirror up to reflect his face.

Although the silver-white mirror surface was somewhat rough, it still vaguely reflected the face of a somewhat ugly man.

Wang Yu gave a start and hurriedly opened his mouth, spitting a ball of pure spiritual Qi into the mirror's surface.

The originally blurry silver mirror surface became incomparably smooth, and the reflected face became exceptionally clear.

Bulging eyes and an unusually large mouth—it was none other than the Inner Sect disciple of the Moluo Sect he had killed earlier!

Wang Yu was horrified. Holding the mirror in one hand, he quickly reached out with the other to touch his own features, only to discover that his five fingers sank half an inch deep into the mask before touching his actual skin.

It turned out that an illusory face had appeared over his real one.

Wang Yu finally felt relieved, but immediately became curious, touching it left and right.

This illusory face existed as if it were air; his fingers felt nothing when touching it, yet his features could sense a slight dampness.

The sensations on his face and his fingers were completely different, as if the tactile feedback on his fingers was being forcibly distorted by this illusory mask. This made Wang Yu click his tongue in wonder.

Without a doubt, this illusory face was what that mask had transformed into!

But why did it turn into the appearance of the slain Moluo Sect disciple, and could it change into someone else's appearance?

Wang Yu thought with a flicker of his mind, and another very familiar face surfaced in his heart.

Almost at the same time, the ugly man's face in the bronze mirror suddenly collapsed and vanished. After countless black patterns rolled over, the familiar features of "Ding Yu" immediately condensed.

It really worked!

Wang Yu was overjoyed. He looked left and right in the mirror, and wherever his mind moved, the parts that didn't fit changed into the appearance he imagined.

Following that, he moved his mind again, and his face changed once more, turning into the appearance of "Zhou Chu." Then, with another blur, a beautiful face resembling a fairy appeared on his face—it was the appearance of Yin Linglong.

But because his hair and clothes were still those of a man, it naturally looked somewhat incongruous, which made Wang Yu chuckle out loud.

The "Yin Linglong" in the mirror also smiled sweetly, a smile just as charming and alluring.

The smile on Wang Yu's face froze. He hurriedly rubbed his face with one hand, and his features rippled and blurred again, reverting to his original appearance.

Then, with a cry of "Overclock," his eyes flashed with crystal light as he carefully observed the false face. But no matter how he looked, he found no abnormalities, and even when his divine sense swept over it, he discovered nothing.

At this, Wang Yu was truly moved.

"This mask artifact is truly a good thing, but how do I take it off?"

He muttered, his fingers fumbling wildly over his face, but he couldn't remove the illusory mask no matter what.

But he immediately thought of something, channeled mana into his five fingers, and then grabbed at his face.

A sudden chill hit his face!

A grayish-white mask was forcibly peeled off his face. He then flashed his eyes with crystal light, turning the mask over and over to search it, but found no markings.

Wang Yu carefully put the mask away and leaped forward again, but in his heart, he couldn't help but ponder the identity of the slain Moluo Sect disciple.

That person's strength was average, yet he had so many good things on him, and the green-light half-body armor he wore had even been tampered with. He likely held a very unusual status in the Moluo Sect.

It would be best not to use the artifacts and other items he had harvested from this person while in this secret realm; otherwise, if they fell into the eyes of someone with ulterior motives, it would likely cause no small amount of trouble.

As Wang Yu pondered this, he had no mood to study the giant puppet wolf, which seemed to be the most valuable item, and his desire to reach that mountain range became even more urgent.

He had already decided that as soon as he entered the mountain range, he would immediately find a safe place to hide and would never come out until he received the retreat order from the Golden Core ancestral elder.

This time, he advanced dozens of miles in one breath without encountering anything else. Even those demon wolves, which were visible everywhere in the dense forest, had all vanished without a trace. The mountain range ahead was now clearly visible.

This made Wang Yu overjoyed. Just as he was planning to run into the mountain range in one go, a shrill wolf howl suddenly came from a very distant direction on one side.

The howl was as high-pitched as a ghost's cry, and then a continuous, thunderous roar erupted from that direction. Giant trees were collapsing in swathes, as if some terrifying behemoth were going on a rampage.

Wang Yu was stunned and couldn't help but leap to the top of a tall tree to gaze in that direction.

Then, more than a dozen figures flew out from the dense forest in the distance. Among them were Black Soul Sect disciples in black robes, Joyous Palace enchantresses in pink clothes, as well as Thousand Bamboo Sect disciples in green clothes and Sunset Sect disciples in fiery red clothes. These people were fleeing madly toward the mountain range like their backsides were on fire.

And in the dense forest behind them, a terrifying aura soared into the sky, followed by a giant green wolf, its entire body shrouded in green light, leaping into the air.

The giant wolf was fully three zhang long and possessed two giant, steel-like tails. The blood-red demon eyes on its ferocious head stared viciously at the group of fleeing people in the distance, filled with endless madness and slaughter.

(I have something temporary to deal with tonight, so I probably won't be able to post the second chapter. Everyone, don't wait up tonight.) ===== CHAPTER 169 =====