Chapter 2769 - 63: There Is True Meaning Here

Those who enter the Land of Shenxiao, upon seeing this Taoist text, each have their own feelings.

At this moment, such is the stone inscription.

It resembles that legendary figure of the Yu Clan in ancient times, who beckons to future generations through the long years, welcoming guests with hidden secrets.

This massive stone has no dazzling lights or shadow, nor does it carry any energy fluctuation, yet it inherently possesses a sense of historical gravitas.

Especially these few characters left on the stone. It’s hard to tell the quality of the calligraphy, and it’s equally difficult to judge it by the structure of the characters. Upon closer inspection, it doesn’t even seem as though it was carved by someone, but rather eroded over time by the wind and frost. Each stroke appears as if it’s a trace left by time. Based solely on the patterns themselves, one cannot determine if it’s natural.

If what’s inscribed here were Yu Clan script, or other Demon clan script, or even the various scripts of the Human Race, it would be indicative of carving marks. Because the birth of these scripts was influenced by the wisdom of living beings.

Yet, this text is born from the Tao itself, where meaning is evident at a glance, and it possesses the possibility of natural formation.

Of course, its expression must come from that legendary figure from ages past.

This makes it even more awe-inspiring for those who come after!

What is a Heavenly Demon?

Heavenly Will equals My Will, akin to how the Human Race terms "Yan Dao" at the Absolute Summit.

Just these few characters, seemingly naturally achieved, carry a power beyond imagination.

Xiong Sansi silently swallowed back the words he intended to say.

Yu Xin, of course, felt a longing for the divine. Were it not for having just resolved a besieged situation, he would have proclaimed sovereignty with his "Young Yu Zhen" status.

Though he said nothing, his face radiated genuine pride.

Zhu Lanruo opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, said nothing. She merely took the stringed instrument that Zhu Zheng was holding. Her hand rested on the strings, seemingly intending to play a tune, but ultimately did not, merely embracing it.

What a scene before us, unspeakable!

Yet Jiang Wang, sitting alone in the Mirror World, was taken aback!

How many years ago did Yu Zhen leave the words here saying, "Guests from afar come."

Much later, the Shenxiao Secret Cache was opened, and the tides of events converged.

Among those present, who counts as a distant guest?

Is it Xiong Sansi from the Purple Wu Hills?

Lu Qilang from the Divine Fragrance Flower Sea, She Guyu?

Yang Yu from the Ancient Nan Mountain, Shujia Lan from the Black Lotus Temple?

Or perhaps...

Is it he, the Otherworldly person curled up in the Mirror World?

It’s not that he is inherently suspicious, seeing danger in every shadow. It’s just since entering the Monster Realm, he’s always been constrained by Heavenly Will, constantly feeling the capriciousness of fate. Although thus far, every decision has been heartfelt, things often don’t go as desired. Continuously struggling, fleeing, and scheming only to fail, he regularly fell into despair only to rise again, yet still ended up in an irretrievable predicament.

Upon seeing such a phrase at this moment, he can’t help but think more deeply.

But upon closer thought, it seems quite unrealistic. During his time in the Monster Realm, he has been striving to understand the Demon clan. How many years has it been since Yu Zhen existed? Comparing to the human historical timeline, it’s about the Ancient Times.

How could someone from such a distant era leave words to greet people of this age?

Especially targeting only someone in the God Descending Realm?

This might indeed be seeing phantoms in claimed shapes...

"From the perspective of time, we are all considered distant guests." Lu Qilang sighed. "Though I have never seen the Yu Zhen Ancestor in this life, from this phrase, I see their broad vision. Truly a hero! This junior, Lu Qilang, contemplates the ancient and present, with respect and nostalgia for this sentiment!"

Zhu Zheng coldly interjected, "Don’t get carried away with sentimentality yet, there’s no certain proof that these words were left by that Shenxiao Ancestor."

Purely based on appearance, Lu Qilang was indeed the enemy of all male demons present.

And Lu Qilang’s response... was merely a faint smile towards Zhu Lanruo.

In this moment, before them lies the vast Land of Shenxiao, with only a silvery-white wall transformed from a compressed Shenxiao secret chamber behind them.

Beyond the wall is the other side of this dense forest. It stretches endlessly with no road in sight. Deep and difficult to discern, with hidden unpredictable dangers.

No one present dares to underestimate the feeling of this danger. Especially in a place with such an extraordinary historical background.

Shujia Lan, being cautious, secretly operated Path Origin, pushed the silvery-white wall gently, but it remained unmoved. Infusing Spiritual Sense into it felt like a stone dropped into the sea. Activating the sacrificial Black Lotus yielded no response... realizing the path was blocked and returning the same way was impossible.

"We should split up!" he decisively said. "There are twelve demons here, divide into six paths within the forest. This is a wondrous fate, certainly meant for two demons per path, not to be lightly violated. In the Heavens and on Earth, I Buddha alone am honored, I wish to walk the middle path. For good fortune, I’ll choose the third from the left. Who shall accompany Lord Buddha?"

It must be said, the Monk from the Black Lotus Temple acts with exceptional decisiveness. Other demons were still contemplating, but he’d already made his choice.

Mage Yang Yu said faintly, "The fourth from the right isn’t particularly auspicious either."

He didn’t refute the notion of two demons per path; fate shouldn’t be taken lightly. If not careful, good may turn to bad, and joy to sorrow.

Shujia Lan pointed at him with a speartip: "You unlucky bald donkey, stay away from me, that’s very auspicious!"

Yang Yu smiled slightly: "Big Monk, you’re getting agitated.

Most infuriating like this!

Shujia Lan wanted to roll up his sleeves, but feared others would benefit from his actions, so he chose to exercise Patience. His gaze swept over, ’just happening to see’ an object wrapped in coarse cloth on the ground.

"Oh, what’s this thing?"

Muttering to himself, he walked forward.

This object had been taken here together from the old Chai family residence and wasn’t noticeable within the Shenxiao secret chamber, but now, once pushed outside, it was hard not to be noticed.