Chapter 502

The carved Five Blessings Immortals, all having animal heads on human bodies, were exactly the same as what I saw on the shrine when the west room of Wufu Town Pawnshop first opened.

And their formation was exactly the same as the one I had activated before.

The only difference was that, in the body of the Willow Immortal at the very center, a relic was carved, with small characters beside it reading: Buddha's Bone Relic.

I looked over the entire carving again, and a vague realization dawned on me.

My right hand unconsciously moved to my lower abdomen.

The pureblood dragon egg, the mother-and-child Nirvana Phoenix, and the Buddha's Bone Relic—all three point to us mother and child.

No wonder Hēimǎng, Dàiluán, and Feng Xianqiu, everyone was overjoyed that I had conceived a Dharma-body Buddha; this is truly a once-in-a-thousand-years occurrence.

And the cinnabar spirit bone has also appeared in the world; it has basically been gathered by Yin Dang Hang, so Yin Dang Hang is indeed their target.

As for the Netherworld Yin Bone… no wonder!

No wonder they dare to take such a huge risk to act against the Seven Halls Yama; it turns out they want the Netherworld Yin Bone!

This Netherworld Yin Bone must be on the body of the Seven Halls Yama.

I left the pawnshop, handing over all of Wufu Town and the Jiǔyàn qū; now it seems even those few of them might not escape the demon's grasp.

Hú Sān mèi had already been taken, Bái Sōnglán was in seclusion; catching her now would be as easy as flipping a hand.

In the end, only Hui Moqiong and Huáng Fán remained.

How could the two of them possibly resist?

We struggled for so long, made such great sacrifices, we went over and over again, sorting out several main threads… and in the end, everything was actually contained within a single carving.

The patchwork monster, the Nine Dragons Coronation Formation, various spirit objects, and the Five Blessings Immortals were all part of the calculation.

When all of this is combined, what kind of monster will ultimately be created?

Immortal, possessing all kinds of abilities, able to turn hands into clouds and cover hands as rain?

How do I feel that there seems to be something else as well?

Did this carving suddenly appear because I accidentally touched some trigger point just now?

I looked around, finally fixing my gaze on the stone door that had almost swallowed me, then summoned the longbow again, drew it full, and shot toward the stone door.

The arrow flew out and was retracted, and I had already flashed to the side.

The stone door opened, endless yin sha qi surged out, with nothing blocking it in the middle, directly rushing toward the back of the Screen Wall.

The next moment, I, hiding in the corner of the side wall, saw that the carving moved.

For a moment, my ears seemed filled with birds contending in song, beasts galloping, various lights shining and condensing, finally merging together to form a true… phoenix!

The phoenix flapped its wings, let out a long cry, and I felt a terrifying heat wave sweeping toward me.

I didn't have time to dodge; in an instant I was enveloped by that heat wave, my veins and meridians felt as if they were burning, and the joints all over my body ached fiercely.

But soon, that heat wave was absorbed by my body.

I just wasn't sure whether the Little Guy or Feng Wu absorbed that heat wave.

Looking again at the back of the Screen Wall, it was completely empty; the carvings had all disappeared.

Only then did I realize I had committed a fatal mistake.

The appearance of the carving comes with conditions.

Making such a huge commotion, the phoenix that had appeared out of nowhere on the carving just now must be some kind of witchcraft; the other side would certainly sense it, and they might already have come rushing over.

Thinking of this, I took off running along the way I had come.

All along, my heart pounded like a drum, thumping as if it were about to jump out of my throat.

Just as I rushed out of the cave entrance and covered the black cloth on the Soul-guiding Lamp, I heard footsteps approaching from far to near, hurrying along.

The footsteps were light; listening, it sounded like more than one or two people, and if I didn't now have cultivation, they would easily be overlooked.

I looked around, quickly hid behind a larger mound, held my breath, and concealed myself in the darkness.

Not long after, I saw two patrol squads heading straight for the fourth mound in the fourth row.

These two patrol squads were different from what I had seen earlier in the meditation room; they wore soft armor, made a slight metallic clink when they ran, and all held weapons—clearly combat-type soldiers.

The stone blocks in front of the mound were opened; after both patrol squads entered, a person suddenly appeared in front of the mound.

It was Hēimǎng wearing a Dàiluán skin!

I didn't even see where he came from.

He had his hands behind his back, looking around; I struggled to hold my breath, making no sound.

Until he also entered the underground cave.

I took a small breath, just about to rise and flee the graveyard, but before I could move, a cold hand pressed onto my shoulder.

My back suddenly sank, as if something had lain upon it, and yin sha qi enveloped my whole body.

This is the graveyard; am I being pressed down by a ghost?

I was about to resist when suddenly I heard bird cries from mid‑air; my heart jumped, I carefully looked up, and saw several gray‑hawks circling above the graveyard, as if searching for something!

If I had fled hastily just now, I would certainly have been exposed by now.

If it weren't for that ghostly thing pressing on my back, I couldn't even hide.

This ghostly thing is actually helping me!

The gray‑hawks circled a few rounds, apparently found nothing, and flew off.

A lightness came from behind; I quickly turned my head and saw a faint shadow waving at me, seemingly urging me to hurry.

Following its motion, a cluster of ghost‑fire kept jumping; I instantly understood, whispered thanks to that shadow, and chased the ghost‑fire swiftly out of the graveyard.

Only when I returned to the territory of the Feng Clan's main palace did I realize I was drenched in cold sweat, my back soaked through.

Should I go back now?

Exposure is certain; as long as I'm not caught by the Black Python, I'm not afraid.

Going back this time, it'll be hard to get out again; should I first go look for the black mandala?

He hesitated a moment, seeing himself filthy all over, but still decided to let it go.

Looking like this, I'm too easy to be caught by the patrols.

Rather than getting caught outside, it's better to face Fèng Xiànqiū.

All the way back, even climbing in through the window, went smoothly.

The room had no lights on, pitch black.

Could it be that my luck is unusually good, and I haven't been exposed?

Did Fèng Xiànqiū also go searching with the Hēimǎng?

Huh~

A gust of Yīnfēng blew past, and the room's oil lamps and candles instantly lit up, startling me.

Immediately after, I saw Fèng Xiànqiū sitting with a cold face beside the table.

He slowly turned his head to look at me, his eyes full of killing intent, staring at me intently, as if trying to see right through me.

I didn't expect him to be so patient; is he actually waiting for me to confess to him?

As if I hadn't seen him, I set down the Soul-guiding Lamp and walked straight to the wardrobe, starting to search for clean clothes.

The next moment, I felt a surge of air behind me, quickly turned, and met his palm with one of my own, firmly blocking his strike.

Fèng Xiànqiū was burning with rage; he added another ten percent of his internal energy, pressing me firmly against the wardrobe, his eyes blood-red as he gritted his teeth and demanded: 'Speak, where did you go?'