Chapter 1081: Stone Tablet

Sunia Sea, Bovar Penglai.

After Lu Mian, Fu Lan Ka, and Yu Jianna arrived, what they saw were ruins that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Every building here had collapsed, with many charred marks, and a large number of wild animals inhabited the area, with the occasional "caw caw caw" sound of crows.

Lu Mian had heard "The Magician" mention the destruction of Bovar Penglai, but until today, it was his first time coming here.

"From the information collected, this used to be the territory of the Medici family, believing in the 'God of Weather'. It is indeed possible that 'Weather Warlock' extraordinary characteristics existed, but they should have been taken away by that 'Red Angel' later," Fu Lan Ka said, looking around.

Looking at the Bovar Penglai ruins before him, Lu Mian felt as if he had returned to Kordu Village after the disaster.

He was dazed for a few seconds and said:

"This is one goal; looking for it won't be a loss.

"The other goal is to find the special place mentioned by 'The Magician', use the corpse oil candle, and complete the secret pact ritual."

Speaking of this, Lu Mian laughed:

"Since the 'Celestial Master' can use 'Professor' and the others as a medium to locate the 'Hidden Sage' and help Mr. 'Fool' lock onto the target, then the one pointed to by the 'Blood Emperor' secret pact ritual should also be able to find where the remaining 'Weather Warlock' extraordinary characteristics are. And since I am barely considered His divine servant, it wouldn't be too much to ask Him for such a favor, right?"

"Theoretically, it's possible, but it's too dangerous. It's better to accumulate contributions and ask Mr. 'Fool' for a revelation. He is the greatest existence at the pinnacle of the 'Seer' pathway and should be able to divine clues about the remaining 'Weather Warlock' extraordinary characteristics." Fu Lan Ka did not quite agree with Lu Mian taking unnecessary risks.

Although this was this guy's style, how can one walk by the river often without getting their shoes wet? One must try to control the number of adventures.

Yu Jianna nodded in agreement with Fu Lan Ka's words.

"Do you think I haven't sought a revelation from Mr. 'Fool'? Guess what revelation He gave?" Lu Mian laughed. "It was 'Bovar Penglai'!"

"Fine." Fu Lan Ka muttered.

"You help me guard against accidents," Lu Mian said, pressing his hand to his chest, lowering his head, and beginning to pray to Mr. 'Fool'.

After the prayer was finished, he stimulated the residual aura of the 'Blood Emperor' in his right palm, the 'Netherworld Daoist' seal, and the pitch-black pinhole, and relying solely on the guidance of his spiritual intuition, he stepped deep into the ruins step by step.

Fu Lan Ka and Yu Jianna followed him, separated by dozens of meters, one on the left and one on the right.

After walking for nearly a quarter of an hour like this, Lu Mian stopped in front of a collapsed building.

The walls of the building were torn apart, the gate only had a few charred pieces of wood left, and inside, on the ground that looked like it had been struck by lightning, there were two blood-red, still vivid human-shaped shadows.

In the corner next to these two shadows, there was also a crude drawing depicting an octopus-headed monster.

"From the information provided by Mr. 'The Hanged Man', this is the Bovar Penglai telegraph office...

"It really is here..."

Amidst his whispers, Lu Mian walked to the two blood-colored human shadow marks and took out the pale yellow-red semi-solidified candle contained in a glass jar.

He then placed the corpse oil candle on the collapsed wall piled together and lit it by rubbing his spirituality.

Seeing this, Yu Jianna and Fu Lan Ka stopped and did not advance further.

They were worried that they would also be affected by the smell of the corpse oil candle and passively enter a secret pact state, unable to continue watching the situation on the scene.

Lu Mian sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

A dark fragrance with a hint of sweetness drifted into his nostrils amidst the quiet diffusion, making his bone marrow gradually itch, his blood vessels swell, and a pitch-black mist suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Unlike the feeling of previous secret pacts, Lu Mian's drifting soul was grabbed by an invisible force in the next second and violently dragged into the depths of the mist.

The sky spun, the earth turned.

Lu Mian quickly regained his spiritual wisdom and found himself standing in a spacious and bright house, with rows of seats on both sides, where many humans who looked like they were waiting sat.

The attire of those humans was normal, some were very strange. Before Lu Mian had time to distinguish carefully, an angry scolding sounded in his ear:

"Ce Na, Niang Kai!"

Lu Mian didn't understand, turned around slightly blankly, and looked at a man who came in from the door.

The man was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, a top hat on his head, and his facial features were very much in line with the "Eastern" style mentioned by Fu Lan Ka, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Lu Mian cleared the way and watched the man run toward the front of the hall without looking back.

Da da da, the sound of telegraphs being sent kept coming from there.

Lu Mian then discovered that this place was a telegraph office, and those humans were waiting for a reply.

Many of the waiting people had already cast their gazes toward her.

Lu Mian pulled up his hood, using shadows to cover his face.

Compared to the charm of a witch, strange clothes were not a big problem.

After leaving the telegraph office, Lu Mian's eyes suddenly became lively:

Various three or four-story buildings of different styles stood, the streets were wide, and black cars and the rickshaws mentioned by Fu Lan Ka passed by from time to time. The people coming and going were dressed in shirts, formal wear, and top hats, some in long gowns and wearing melon-skin caps, some in white shirts and black jackets, wearing wide-leg pants and high-top cloth shoes, with their waists bulging as if hiding pistols, some with red cloth wrapped around their heads, holding short sticks in their hands, some wearing long dresses with lace and ruffles, some with skirts cut to fit, with slits on both sides...

Lu Mian suddenly felt that this was as prosperous as Trier.

Ding ling ling!

Amidst the crisp, far-reaching sound, a train with only two carriages, with a bracket erected, connected to the line in mid-air, sped past.

Lu Mian was very familiar with such a scene; he even already knew this was called a trolleybus.

However, unlike when he saw it in the past, the passengers on the trolleybus were all normal, their attire was no different from the passersby, and they didn't just have heads left, dragging bloody, white-boned spines.

"The entry point has changed, not the street from before?

"Or rather, that street was hidden to begin with, and one needs to use special methods to see or enter it?

"Did the various specials on me plus the problems of Bovar Penglai make me come to this metropolis more truly?" Lu Mian looked around and muttered a few words.

Among those sitting in rickshaws and being pulled by rickshaw pullers, there was no lady covering her swollen, dark-green face with a flower-and-bird fan.

Except for not understanding what the people around were saying and the fact that people with facial features similar to his own were very rare, Lu Mian didn't feel that there was any problem with the metropolis he saw before him.

In terms of the effect of the secret pact ritual, he could be considered a failure, because he hadn't obtained anything and hadn't touched a bit of mystery.

Lu Mian pondered for a while, with the feeling of being thrown into a foreign country without hiring a good translator, following the guidance of his own spirituality, gradually moving away from the bustling downtown, and entering alleys that were not wide enough.

The style of the houses on both sides became even more peculiar, with door frames made of stone, black lacquered thick wood for door leaves, and high walls and deep courtyards.

Lu Mian tried to reach out his right hand and touch the wooden utility pole, but saw his palm pass through it.

"Am I in a soul state now? No, it should be a pure spiritual body, a pure conscious body, but I can be seen by the people around..." Lu Mian analyzed while continuing to move forward, walking out of the area with many residents amidst the messily pulled wires, clotheslines, and randomly piled debris.

The first thing that came into his view was a wooden high tower with a strange outline.

This was very similar to the core of the mist he had seen in previous secret pact rituals, but in the sunlight, the wooden tower lost that indescribable sense of horror and gloom.

In front of the brown high tower, there were patches of large houses and green trees, all blocked by yellow walls, not allowing anyone to climb over.

At the main entrance, the open wooden door leaves were completely open, and people came in and out from time to time, all looking like ordinary citizens.

"Is this the temple Fu Lan Ka mentioned?" Lu Mian deliberated for two seconds, followed the crowd, and walked into the area surrounded by yellow walls.

He pretended to be visiting, constantly moving closer to the wooden high tower.

Along the way, he discovered that the "monks" of this temple were divided into several categories, their attire and appearance were all different, and the groups didn't communicate much with each other.

Among them, there were two types with larger numbers: one type wearing blue robes and high crowns, somewhat similar to the style of the "Celestial Master", and one type with shaved hair, or wearing gray, loose robes or inner yellow robes and outer red clothes.

When Lu Mian circled to a huge building that was still one distance away from the wooden high tower, the two types of "monks" stopped him one after another.

Although he couldn't understand what these "monks" were saying, he received the corresponding meaning:

"Stop!"

Lu Mian didn't entangle, turned around, and headed toward a building he had just passed.

During this process, he observed the environment without leaving a trace and found that many "monks" were scattered on the road leading to the wooden high tower, either openly or secretly, with traces of using extraordinary abilities.

Strictly guarding, not allowing outsiders to enter that wooden tower? While Lu Mian made this judgment, he gave up the idea of "teleporting" over or using the Mirror World.

If the wooden high tower was indeed the core pointed to by the secret pact ritual, the guards wouldn't not guard against similar means!

Thinking that he had entered the wooden tower by way of conscious secret pact last time, Lu Mian found a hidden place, trying to get out of the current environment and imitate the previous state.

As soon as he finished meditation, his whole body suddenly floated up, drifting toward the wooden high tower in the suddenly pervasive pitch-black mist, without any obstacles.

Soon, Lu Mian arrived at his destination, but was blocked by an invisible force, and could only sink down, preparing to walk through the door.

That floating feeling faded quickly, and the pervasive pitch-black mist disappeared along with it.

This time, Lu Mian saw the situation at the entrance of the wooden high tower clearly.

There stood a mottled stone tablet.

Lu Mian couldn't recognize the characters on the stone tablet, but strangely understood their meaning, as if there was spiritual communication.

The inscription read:

"Gathering the power of the world, damaging half of the heroes, locking the evil dragon here, the calamities of the human world are thus eliminated.

"Erected by the Fifth Generation Celestial Master."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1082 =====