noveltune Chapter 138 The Heavenly Book's Trail, the Yuan Dynasty's Avici Hell, and the Migration of
Chapter 138 The Heavenly Book's Trail, the Yuan Dynasty's Avici Hell, and the Migration of
Chapter 138 The Heavenly Book's Trail, the Yuan Dynasty's Avici Hell, and the Migration of Refugees
Mordy has always trusted his intuition, or rather, people at his level have incredibly accurate intuition.
The spiritual intuition born from the combination of spirituality and intuition descending from a higher level has the effect of predicting fortune and misfortune.
On a physical level, Modi's body remained stationary, his gaze unfocused, and he did not move.
Within the Purple Mansion, his soul sat upon a lotus platform, gradually venturing into the ethereal layer of this realm.
Or perhaps, this realm is said to be filled with the primordial energy of heaven and earth.
The material layer of this world does not support the operation of magic, but the etheric layer is different. The rules here are more relaxed, and even divination can be performed without hindrance.
Using spiritual intuition as a guide and prophecy as a bridge, Mordi presented the vague possibilities of the future before his eyes.
In the scene, a blurry figure of a young boy appeared. Based on his physique and habits, Mo Di was certain that this was Xia Yunyi.
The scene shifts, and he sees himself confronting some people, with a person whose face he can't see standing beside him.
In the final scene, he chases after the boy, falls off a cliff, and stumbles upon a stone wall carved with unknown runes.
Upon seeing the stone wall, Modi's eyes widened slightly, and a name surfaced in his mind.
"Heavenly Book"
Without a doubt, this stone wall is the Heavenly Book, or rather, a form in which the Heavenly Book manifests in the world.
Even someone who has never heard of the concept of "heavenly book" will subconsciously think of this name the moment they see it; this is the cognitive diffusion inherent in heavenly book.
In an instant, the bridge built by the prophecy collapsed, and the scene vanished.
Modi had obtained what he wanted to know, and his soul returned to his dantian, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"My idea was right, Xia Yunyi, you have truly given me a great surprise."
If he wasn't mistaken, Xia Yunyi probably wanted him to confront the Five Sects, using the Five Sects' higher-ups to achieve his goal of killing someone with a borrowed knife.
Unfortunately, Modi possessed a system that didn't exist in this world, allowing him to directly access the script.
This scheme is easy to thwart; he just needs to kill Xia Yunyi beforehand, or simply not go to Tianyong City.
Of course, there is another way: he just needs to change his appearance in Tianyong City so that Xia Yunyi won't recognize him.
"Speaking of which, who was that figure standing beside me in the second act? Why does he seem so familiar?"
Lost in thought, Modi strode off, continuing his journey.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past few days, Modi first passed through Linxi City near the ruined temple. After staying there for a day, he continued on his way, measuring the land with his own two feet, heading east.
For the next few days, he was on the road, far from any village or shop.
During his journey, he multitasked with the blood of the Holy Grail, simultaneously cultivating the "Treatise on the Five Flavors and Five Organs" and the "Treatise on the Flourishing of Qi and Blood," thus elevating his physical body and qi to a higher level.
The true essence derived from these two techniques was also incorporated into the Styx Death Qi, giving it the ability to nurture spiritual artifacts.
According to the martial arts classification of this world, he should be in the Condensation Realm, since he has not yet condensed his divine will.
But if a real fight broke out, most Divine Realm experts would be no match for him.
This was even more true after he forged his own magical weapon.
In terms of magical artifacts, he chose Dragon Devourer and Frostbite.
After moving the demon furnace out of the demiplane, he went straight to a secluded and deserted place to forge iron, melting the two greatswords with dragon flames and adding higher-grade materials.
For example, the ashes of a long-lived dragon, or the highest-grade Death Prison Iron.
He even stuffed twenty-four blood shadows inside as offerings for the sword.
Finally, Mordy skillfully manipulated the Styx's death energy to refine and shape the blood-red molten matter in the furnace.
Under his precise manipulation, the crimson hue subsided, replaced by shades of blue and white.
In the darkness, two beams of light, one blue and one white, intersected with his mind, and a connection was established between the three of them.
Two beams of light swirled around him merrily, occasionally emitting two clear sword cries.
Ordinary spiritual weapons wouldn't possess such spirituality. It's only because Modi's little workshop used such high-quality materials, even going so far as to perform the Blood Shadow Sacrifice Sword, that the newly born twin swords were so full of spirituality.
With a thought, two beams of light flew into his hand and transformed into two longswords, one blue and one white.
The sword is three feet long, in the shape of an eight-sided Han sword, with a chilling gleam. Two seal characters are engraved on each side of the blade.
"Yuan Tu, A Bi, you've abandoned your original names and given yourselves new ones?"
For some reason, whenever Mo Di saw those two names, he always felt an overwhelming killing intent rushing towards him.
When he held them, the whispers in his ear would grow louder, and his murderous intent would rise accordingly.
"Could it be that the backlash caused by the distortion when I forged the sword also seeped into it?"
Forcibly suppressing his murderous intent, Modi activated his twin swords, causing them to change shape.
The two Han swords suddenly transformed into blue and white light, and then into two giant swords, one blue and one white.
The Yuan Tu A Bi has no fixed form, or rather, the blue and white light is their true form. As long as Mo Di wants, they can change their form at will.
"Let's see how powerful it is." As soon as Mo Di had this thought, Yuan Tu A Bi transformed into two sword lights, swept across the ground, and then returned along the same path, leaving two bottomless ravines on the ground.
He then took out the hide of an immortal-level dragon to test it, and the result was very successful. The blue-white sword light swept across the dragon hide and easily cut it into four pieces.
"That's enough, stop now."
Yuan Tu Abi escaped into his Purple Mansion, transforming into two small swords, which were held in his soul's hands.
After the sword trial, Modi set off again.
He traveled for several more days, and along the way, he did not encounter anything unusual.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, with the scorching sun baking the earth and the air feeling stifling.
"This is not a good sign."
Modi looked up at the sun and squinted.
For ordinary people, especially farmers, in feudal times, drought could be fatal.
"Hopefully this unusual weather won't last."
Muttering to himself, Modi continued walking.
He hadn't gone far when he stopped again, frowning as he stared at the dark mass in front of him.
They were a group of people, a group of people walking on the road, who could be blown over by a gust of wind at any moment.
They were pale and emaciated, their thin clothes unable to conceal their withered bodies. Some leaned on wooden canes, while others supported each other as they walked slowly along the road.
No, perhaps "plow" would be more accurate.
They can eat everything along the way, whether it's wild vegetables, grass roots, tree bark, or soil, just like a locust swarm.
Some of the relatively robust ones even set their sights on the weaker members of their group, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent.
"Refugees?"
Modi recalled the news of the war in the north that he had heard in Linxi City.
Since ancient times, the relationship between the various tribes in the north and the Great Qian Dynasty has not been harmonious; rather, it has been one of irreconcilable enmity.
Every so often, during the autumn when the grass and water are lush, the barbarians would raid southward to obtain enough supplies to survive the winter.
Daqian was already used to this and would take precautions against it every year.
But this year is different.
It is said that a great Khan emerged in the north, uniting the various tribes of the grasslands and bringing the entire north together as one, known as the "Golden Wolf Royal Court".
After unifying the north, the Great Khan turned his attention to the south and decided to launch an unprecedented traditional southward campaign.
After uniting all the tribes, and with the Great Khan's own Grandmaster-level power, the Golden Wolf Royal Court successfully dragged the northern part of the Great Qian Dynasty into war.
Iron cavalry from the grasslands plundered wantonly, and soldiers' blades scraped across the necks of the people of Daqian.
The Great Khan of the Golden Wolf cared nothing for the lives of the people of Daqian. With a casual "massacre of the city," another hell on earth was born.
Those who ran slowly either became slaves and were taken north, or their blood was spilled on the spot, becoming the foundation of the Jingguan (a mound of corpses).
According to the refugees who fled from the north to Linxi City, the three northern prefectures were described as a place where "bones were exposed in the wilderness and no roosters crowed for a thousand miles."
Upon seeing this group of refugees, Modi felt that the situation might be even worse.
He surveyed the area and estimated the approximate number of refugees.
"This group of refugees numbered about three or four hundred people, thankfully not over a thousand."
If it's only three or four hundred people, with the minimum amount of food stored in his demiplane, he can barely sustain them for a while.
He and his demon army don't need to eat; the food is just sitting there anyway.
"It's just something I can do on the side, so I might as well lend them a hand."
With this in mind, Modi took the initiative to walk towards the group of refugees.
Meanwhile, the refugees in the group had eaten almost everything they could find to eat – grass roots, tree bark, nothing was left.
Even so, their hunger was not alleviated much.
Some of the hungry and strong young men had already turned their gazes toward their companions, especially the old, weak, sick, and disabled, their eyes seemingly gleaming with a ghostly green light.
Several relatively strong refugees exchanged glances, huddled together, whispered for a moment, and then tacitly surrounded a boy lying on the ground.
This boy was no different from the other refugees; he was emaciated, breathing weakly, and looked like he was about to die.
Seeing this, the other refugees around seemed to have guessed what was going to happen next, and they gathered together expectantly, as if anticipating something.
One of the relatively robust refugees squatted down and whispered a few words in the boy's ear, but received no response. He then patted the boy's face and shook his body, but to no avail.
The refugee nodded to his companion, and the other man struggled to lift a stone, squeezing out what little strength he had left, and smashed it down with all his might.
As the stone fell, about to strike the boy's head, a beam of azure light arrived first, pulverizing the stone into powder.
The refugee stared blankly as the stone turned to dust, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
He hadn't eaten for so long that his thinking was much slower than normal, and he stood there stunned for a while before he could react.
The blue light faded, and a Taoist in red robes reached out a hand, placed it on his shoulder, and gently pushed him aside. When he realized what was happening, he found that he had been moved without his noticing, and a young Taoist had appeared next to him.
"Who, who are you?" he asked instinctively, a surge of nervousness creeping into his heart.
The Taoist priest in red robes squatted down, placed his hand on the boy's wrist, and glanced back at him.
"I am the Daoist Styx, and I have come to rescue you from this sea of suffering."