Chapter 512 - 480: The Spirit Star Race’s "Divine Thought

The Spirit Star Race girl repeated herself several times, "I’m really leaving now..."

Seeing that Song Ciwan made no move to stop her, she grit her teeth and her body suddenly recoiled. As she did, the cave wall behind her seemed to turn into a watery curtain, and the Spirit Star Race girl’s body sank into it with ease.

Finally, she passed through the watery curtain and truly left the mine.

Song Ciwan, who remained in the tunnel, saw only the watery curtain on the wall ripple slightly. A moment later, the curtain vanished, and the wall returned to its original brown, rocky appearance!

’How incredible.’ The entrance to the mine tunnel was originally protected by an Array set up by Zhang Ping. Even though Zhang Ping was dead, the Array was still active. Logically, without the proper method to break the Array, it should have been impossible for the Spirit Star Race girl to leave the entrance so easily.

But she had left with no trouble at all, and she hadn’t used any Array Dao techniques to do it—

Song Ciwan could sense that it must be a talent, an instinct, an innate ability to pass through walls, cross boundaries, and move freely through Forbidden restrictions.

’The Spirit Star Race truly is a mysterious and peculiar race.’

The Heaven and Earth Scale materialized beside Song Ciwan. Although the Spirit Star Race girl had left, she had left behind a wisp of aura, which the scale captured: [Divine Thought. From a Hidden Spirit Level Heaven and Earth Alien Race, the Spirit Star Race. Confusion, indecision, and gratitude, weighing two jin and three taels. Exchangeable.]

The Heaven and Earth Scale had labeled this wisp of aura "Divine Thought"!

The emotional auras of the Human Race were usually described by the Heaven and Earth Scale as "human desires," those of the Demon Race were called "demonic hearts," and those of the other Demon Race were "demonic thoughts"...

And once, at the wedding banquet of the Stealth Race’s Third Princess, Song Ciwan had received a wisp of aura from the Great Cyan God, the Mountain God of Cyan Bottle Mountain. At that time, the Heaven and Earth Scale’s explanation for the Great Cyan God’s emotional aura was also "Divine Thought."

In other words, according to the Heaven and Earth Scale’s classification, the Spirit Star Race were actually Divine Spirits!

As for the Hidden Spirit Level, according to the classification of Divine Spirit Levels, the progression from Spirit-Storage Level, to Flying Spirit Level, and then to Hidden Spirit Level corresponded to the Cultivator realms of Qi Cultivation, Divinity Transformation, and Refining Spirit, respectively.

This meant that a Hidden Spirit Level Divine Spirit possessed combat strength comparable to a Refining Spirit Earth Immortal.

In fact, the combat strength of a Divine Spirit was usually even greater, as they always possessed all sorts of strange and unique characteristics.

Based on Song Ciwan’s understanding of Divine Spirits, they typically fell into two categories. The first were those appointed by the Court, with the position filled by the Heroic Spirit of a deceased Human Race champion—the local City God and Land God positions, for example, were basically created this way.

The second category consisted of Land and Water Spirits who possessed a certain demonic nature but cultivated the Incense and Candle Divine Spirit Dao.

For instance, the Great Cyan God was a mountain elf born and raised by Cyan Bottle Mountain, naturally possessing both a demonic nature and divinity.

If the Court appointed this type of Spirit Monster as a deity, it would be a True God. If the Court did not, it would be a wild god.

The Great Cyan God was a True God, but as for the Spirit Star Race, Song Ciwan didn’t know if they would be considered wild gods. After all, the Spirit Star Race were not subjects of the Great Zhou, so logically they shouldn’t be subject to the Great Zhou’s classifications.

As long as the Spirit Star Race did not bring disaster upon the Mortal World, the distinction between True God and wild god didn’t apply to them.

But should they cause harm, they would become Evil Gods, regardless of whether they were once True Gods or wild gods!

Song Ciwan raised her hand and began making calculations. She was using the Great Derivation Birth Skill, wanting to "verify" the true nature of the Spirit Star Race, when she suddenly looked up to see the entrance of the mine tunnel rippling like water again.

The next moment, a pretty head poked through, followed by a whole body. The Spirit Star Race girl, who had just left by passing through the wall, had now "phased" back in!

Song Ciwan’s gaze shifted to the Spirit Star Race girl.

The pointy-eared girl’s ears twitched slightly. She tried to widen her brown eyes, looking back at Song Ciwan, and stammered, "I-I’m back. I think... you’re... you’re a good person, like... like Zhang Buyi!"

Having finally managed a complete sentence, she stood there, her hands and feet fidgeting awkwardly... She could only force herself to keep her eyes wide, hold her breath, and add, "You saved me. I... came to ask you... what... what kind of thank-you gift you want!"

Finally, she planted her hands on her hips and huffed, "I’m not... not like that... that Zhang person! That bad person who... who forgets kindness!"

She was probably trying to say "ungrateful and treacherous," but couldn’t get the full phrase out. Her stuttering and simple logic were actually a bit adorably foolish.

The corners of Song Ciwan’s mouth lifted into a small smile.

She beckoned to the Spirit Star Race girl. "Your poison isn’t completely cured yet, can you feel it? Come over here. I’ll take another look and see if I can find a way to completely remove the last of the toxins."

The pointy-eared girl cupped her head with her hands and shook it. "I know. I was hit with... Hundred-Spirit... Heart-Devouring Poison. There was originally no... no way to cure it. For you to cure... cure some of it is already very... very amazing. How did you do... do it?"

Despite her words, she obediently walked over to Song Ciwan’s side.

With such an unguarded demeanor, it was no wonder she had fallen victim to Zhang Ping before.

The little bit of vigilance she had shown in front of Song Ciwan earlier was as flimsy as paper; she herself had cast it aside in an instant.

Song Ciwan raised her hand, sending multiple Observation Talismans through the air to land on the pointy-eared girl.

As she used the Observation Talismans to diagnose her, she also carefully examined the circulation in the girl’s meridians, comparing the differences between her body and that of a Human.

The pointy-eared girl shifted a little uncomfortably, but she didn’t dodge or try to run away.

’If word of this got out, who would believe that a Hidden Spirit Level Divine Spirit could be so docile?’

In a mine tunnel within the Giant Spirit Realm, Song Ciwan and the pointy-eared girl from the Spirit Star Race were meticulously treating the poison. Occasionally, the human and the Divine Spirit would exchange a few words.

Sometimes, Song Ciwan would ask about the characteristics of the girl’s meridians in search of a solution for the Hundred-Spirit Heart-Devouring Poison;

Other times, the girl would take the initiative to talk about her experience of being harmed by Zhang Ping, cursing under her breath in her unpracticed Great Zhou Language as she spoke.

But even as she cursed, her vocabulary was rather impoverished. She just kept repeating simple words like "bad guy," "villain," "scoundrel," and "detestable."

If Zhang Ping were to be revived, she would probably just reply, "Oh, please, don’t be so kind."

Unfortunately, there was no chance of Zhang Ping ever coming back to life.

During this time, Song Ciwan also learned the pointy-eared girl’s name. She told Song Ciwan that she was called Yun Yue.

Song Ciwan, in turn, used the name "Xing Lan." As they chatted, Yun Yue began to call Song Ciwan "Sister Xing Lan." This was despite Song Ciwan learning during their conversation that Yun Yue was actually two hundred and sixty years old.

Song Ciwan was only twenty-six, not even a fraction of her age!

To still be so innocent and radiant at two hundred and sixty years old... in comparison, the one-hundred-and-eighty-something-year-old Zhang Ping seemed pitifully ancient. No wonder Zhang Ping had acted with such unresigned bitterness before.

Just as Song Ciwan and Yun Yue were getting along better and better, far away in the gaps between the Nine Provinces, inside a family shrine filled with Life Plates within the mysterious Chuzhou Zhang Family Ancestral Residence, a faint, ethereal wind suddenly began to stir.