mtl008 Chapter 1423
Chapter 1423
"Possession?" Qin He frowned slightly, the golden and black law patterns on his fingertips pulsating gently. "Besides possession, is there any other possibility?"
Long Qingyun's soul flickered within the Black Demon Banner, his tone tinged with uncertainty: "Then there's only a very small exception. The right to resurrection granted by the Divine Court is something countless cultivators crave but cannot obtain; who would give it up for nothing?"
Qin He looked up at the sky and saw a golden arc of light piercing through the clouds. Although the holy light aura of the Divine Court's forces was faint, it was wrapped in an undeniable pressure of order, and it disappeared into the distance in an instant.
These people are constantly busy, but they actually know nothing about many things.
Long Qingyun's level ultimately did not reach the core of the Divine Court, which seems to be some secret that he cannot fathom.
Qin He pondered to himself, was the Merit Puppet a private project of Wei Canglan, or a grand scheme secretly orchestrated by the Divine Court?
He was adept at using the power of merit, and with a glance, he figured out the secrets of puppet making—it was nothing more than forcibly infusing merit to lock the soul and using living people as tools.
This once again confirms the saying that there is no inherent good or evil in martial arts; it is people's hearts that distinguish between right and wrong.
The divine court, shrouded in endless holy light, is not necessarily cleaner than the abyss.
Qin He shook his head, too lazy to dwell on it anymore. If you can figure something out, then figure it out; if you can't, then leave it for later. There's no need to fight with yourself.
He immersed his mind in his sea of consciousness and began to ponder the "Manifestation of Merit".
The secrets of the techniques came flooding in, instantly etching themselves into one's soul.
The next moment, a hazy sky appeared deep within his sea of consciousness, with countless points of light twinkling in it, like a night sky studded with stars—each point of light was a source of merit.
Back when he was in the abyss, he could also manifest maps through his merits, but compared to now, it's like heaven and earth.
At this moment, he truly appeared as if he were a god descending to earth, just as the magic had described.
Following the light with his divine sense, he could clearly see the celestial shrine a thousand miles away without expending any spiritual power.
Amidst the swirling incense smoke, the image of believers kneeling in worship, their prayers, and even their unspoken convictions are all vividly etched into my mind.
He can easily jot down every prayer, categorize and organize them, and accurately identify the most devout believers.
It can also silently deliver simple exercises and healing energy to believers through the medium of the idol.
This was not mere perception, but absolute control over the laws of faith, as if all believers on the entire Xuanwu Continent were under his gaze.
Qin He became interested and lightly tapped his finger, causing the light spots to flow and switching between several scenes in succession.
In bustling cities, the shrines of immortals are filled with incense and their lights are bright and dazzling; in remote villages, the small temples are sparsely populated and their lights are much dimmer.
He readily responded to the prayers of more than a dozen devout believers, either curing their chronic illnesses or offering guidance on overcoming cultivation bottlenecks.
When his consciousness shifted to a secluded spot of light, Qin He's movements suddenly stopped.
It was a deserted village temple hidden in a mountain valley. The earthen walls were already mottled and peeling, half of the roof had collapsed, and the courtyard was full of withered branches and fallen leaves.
The altar inside the temple was covered in a thick layer of dust, with cracked edges, and the statue standing on it was in a state of disrepair—it was the statue of the Green Ox Immortal.
The wooden frame had long since rotted away, large chunks of paint had peeled off, revealing the blackened wood grain underneath, one of the ox horns was broken, and the other had several cracks, and the painted decorations around the eye sockets were blurred and indistinct.
The patterns on his robes were now just faint traces, a clear indication that he had stood there for many years and had long been forgotten by the world.
"how come?!"
Qin He was immediately shocked. He had only just begun to collect merit and spread faith for a few months.
There is no way such a statue could exist.
Before the statue, a middle-aged man knelt on the cold altar, his back hunched, his clothes a coarse cloth jacket with several patches, his trouser legs stained with mud, his hair dry and messy, his face covered with stubble, leaving only his eyes showing despair and weariness.
He clutched a chipped ceramic bowl in both hands, his forehead pressed against the cold altar, his voice hoarse as if it had been ground against stone: "Great Immortal Green Ox, please show your power... Where are you? I really can't take it anymore."
The prayers were filled with despair, tinged with sobs, each word sounding as if squeezed from the throat.
Qin He's consciousness tightened slightly, and he subconsciously zoomed in on the image.
When he saw the middle-aged man's face clearly, the aura of law around him suddenly froze, and his face was filled with astonishment—the outline of his eyebrows and eyes was clearly that of Wei Yuanji.
We met back in the Eastern Lands, in the capital of the Great Li Dynasty.
Wei Yuanji, the cousin of Wei Wu.
He disappeared after leaving the Eastern Lands and falling into the abyss.
Wei Wu had been searching for him, but unexpectedly, he did not go to the abyss, but came directly to the upper realm.
This discovery was so surprising that Qin He could hardly believe his eyes.
The mountain wind swirled withered leaves into the dilapidated temple. Wei Yuanji remained kneeling there, his shoulders trembling slightly, whether from the cold or from utter despair, it was hard to tell.
Qin He's gaze fell on the ceramic bowl beside him, which contained only a few shriveled grains, clearly indicating that he was living in extreme poverty.
Qin He calmed his mind and, with the power of his merits manifesting, carefully examined his surroundings.
The deserted village was silent and still, with no other villagers in sight. Only a few dilapidated mud houses stood there, exuding an air of deathly stillness, as if they had long been abandoned.
Wei Yuanji showed no signs of cultivation, only the aura of a mortal, not even reaching the most basic Qi Refining Realm.
This isn't right.
Although Wei Yuanji was mediocre in talent back then, he still managed to reach the threshold of external strength by following Wei Wu. In this spiritually rich upper realm, with his accumulated strength, he could at least not be reduced to an ordinary person, if not make a meteoric rise.