Blind Spot
Chapter 524 - 481 detached 3

Chapter 524: 481 detached 3

Shadow Spring!

Li Chengyi’s mind stirred, and he immediately used the innate ability he inherited from the King of Shadow Dragons.

In an instant, his entire body was rapidly dyed black and disappeared in a flash of red light.

Shadow Spring had the function of concealing one’s presence.

But it was still impossible to deceive the King of the Death Angels.

However, what Li Chengyi wanted was not just this effect, but to combine it with the latest Flower Language Ability he had just acquired.

Raising his hand, the Mark of the Evil Flower on the back of his hand burst into light.

A soft pale-yellow glow silently lit up the latest slot.

Li Chengyi’s consciousness settled on the latest column.

Within the yellow light, a special pattern of a flower emerged, resembling a chrysanthemum—a new type of flower known as Wheatstalk Chrysanthemum.

Li Chengyi took a deep breath.

With eyes wide open, he silently initiated the activation.

’Wheatstalk Chrysanthemum Flower Language: Seal of Love (Can seal any individual with a seal full of love, based on the supreme principle of loving with one’s life, the sealed individual will be reborn X years later. X is the difference between one’s own vitality and that of the other party.)

(Please note, once an individual is successfully sealed, they will temporarily lose all traces of their presence, the minimum duration of the seal is one year in the current time-space continuum, and it will indiscriminately emit love to the surroundings, attracting more protectors, please use with caution)’

"Activate Flower Language, seal myself!!"

Li Chengyi pressed a hand against his chest.

Hiss!!!

In a moment, the yellow light intensified, and all the yellow light formed a huge heart-shaped light membrane, enveloping his entire body.

Then...

Puff.

He vanished into thin air, turned into a fist-sized, amber-colored crystal.

The crystal flickered, and under the effect of Shadow Spring, it continued to fade into the shadows and disappear from sight.

The King of Shadow Dragons’s ability to escape was indeed maxed out.

Truly deserving of the title, the powerful wandering race’s king who could move unhindered across the Black Sea (fleeing everywhere).

Under the combined effects of the Seal of Love and Shadow Spring, the red light lost its protective target and began to gradually fade away and disappear.

"Hum!!"

The King of the Death Angels emitted a strange vibration from behind, and since it had no face, it was impossible to determine its emotions, but the huge vibration shattered and shattered the medium and small blind spots nearby, indicating it was extremely enraged at the moment.

Puff.

The red light shattered, and the amber crystal that Li Chengyi had become shot out from within, suddenly moving forward, entering the Black Sea.

The King of Shadow Dragons’s Shadow Affinity took effect, significantly increasing the speed of the crystal’s flight.

By now, the King of the Death Angels had begun to slow down. Without the red light to guide it, he couldn’t find Li Chengyi’s position at all.

It could only hover in place, looking around blankly.

Meanwhile, deep in the Black Sea, the amber crystal that Li Chengyi had become, hidden by Shadow Spring, was rapidly moving away from its original position, shooting towards the deepest unknown depths.

At this moment, Li Chengyi had completely lost consciousness. The effect of the Seal of Love could completely halt time for the individual inside.

This was also the reason he wanted to take a gamble.

He bet that the ability priority of the Evil Flower was higher than that of the King of the Death Angels.

And fortunately, he bet right.

The King of the Death Angels gradually lagged behind, and Li Chengyi’s crystal form floated up and down in the Black Sea, maintaining a slow decelerating flight.

The surrounding blind spots constantly changed, time slowly elapsed... It was unknown how much time had passed.

Suddenly, a strange attracting force acted on the crystal that Li Chengyi had become.

To its right, a massive blind spot, ten times larger than the King of the Death Angels, was slowly opening its maw, engulfing all the passing debris around it.

That blind spot was like a giant dark red skull, opening its mouth wide, siphoning everything that came near.

Without any resistance, Li Chengyi’s crystal form flew towards this blind spot and silently entered it, disappearing without a trace.

Just after he disappeared,

Outside of Midlane, streaks of red light like meteors converged at the previous position where the King of the Death Angels made its move.

Within the red light, figures of daoists in white robes with varying auras floated about.

There were men and women, old and young, but all had a strange golden line on their foreheads, shining with a golden light.

"That monster from the Dead Qi Cult Nation actually dared to come near the territory of our pavilion!" Daoist Yin Yue flew out from the Realm Whiskers, followed closely by Sister Guangli with a very unpleasant expression.

"It’s simply unforgivable! We implore the pavilion master to take action and expel this calamity!"

He bowed from afar, bending over to pay respects toward the direction of the upper reaches of the Black Sea where all the red lights gathered.

"The reappearance of the King of the Death Angels indeed poses a threat to our cultivation’s safety, we implore the pavilion master to take action."

"Yes, we implore the pavilion master to take action."

"If today it harms one disciple of Yin Yue, tomorrow it could harm a hundred disciples from our worlds! This crime is unforgivable! Please, pavilion master, take action!"

Among the red lights, all the daoists from Tian Ju Pavilion bowed and pressed their fists together, paying respect to the heavens.

"Since everyone agrees,"

Above Midlane, amidst the vast Black Sea, a swath of red clouds suddenly appeared.

The expanse of the red clouds was several times larger than the entire volume of Midlane.

From within the cloud, one after another, pristine and slender colossal hands slowly stretched out.

A total of eight white arms extended from the red clouds, gently caressing the top of Midlane, as if they were handling some sort of collectible.

In the center of the arms, the head of a Daoist with white hair and a merciful smile faintly emerged.

The head and the eight arms together formed an enormous giagantic humanoid spider.

"Today, as the Pavilion Master, I shall act in Heaven’s stead to stabilize the boundaries," the humanoid spider declared in a voice that sounded otherworldly, as a large amount of white smoke drifted from the mouth and nose of the Daoist head.

Within the white smoke, countless fairy palaces and pavilions appeared indistinctly, with numerous celestial beings and fairies flitting and dancing among them.

This was the Pavilion Master of Tian Ju Pavilion—the Daoist of the Heavenly Hand.

"I ask my junior brothers and sisters to assist me," he said, lifting his gaze toward the distant Black Sea.

At once, amid the subtle rustling and stirring,

several slightly smaller humanoid spiders emerged one by one from the Black Sea.

Among them were the heads of charming young women, elders with drooping faces, and robust middle-aged male Taoists.

The vast throng of enormous spiders almost completely encircled Midlane.

The other humanoid spiders were only slightly smaller than the Daoist of the Heavenly Hand, but even the smallest was larger than Midlane.

The fairy mist they exhaled almost turned the entire Black Sea white.

Disciples like Yin Yue and others respectfully bowed and saluted the spiders.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and all the spiders present entwined themselves in red clouds and pursued in the direction that the King of the Death Angels had departed.

Only Yin Yue, Guangli, and other Taoists were left behind, heaving long sighs of relief.

"It has been a long time since we saw the Elders, and now seeing their immortal faces truly reveals their profound and mystical Taoist charm!"

"Is that the highest Realm of the Yin Canon, then, achieved by the Pavilion Master?" asked Tiancan, unable to restrain himself from the ranks of many disciples behind Yin Yue.

"Indeed, that is our Pavilion Master of the Yin Canon, the Daoist of the Heavenly Hand who is closest to the realm of Great Perfection!" Yin Yue smiled as he stroked his beard, "With the personal intervention of him and other Elders, Bai Lu is certain to be safe!"

Tiancan swallowed, recalling the terrifyingly enormous humanoid spiders from before.

’Could it be... that we will eventually cultivate into such forms too?’

Just thinking about eventually becoming like that, he couldn’t help but shudder.

But seeing the joyful expression on his master’s face, he dared not voice his thoughts.

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The unknown Blind Spot World.

Between the lush and verdant green mountains and forests,

stands a series of striking gray and white stone peaks.

At the top of each peak, there were Taoist palaces and pavilions embedded.

On the edge of the Taoist palaces, a continuous stream of void-like white qi flowed down the cliffs like waterfalls.

In the air around the peaks, groups of celestial cranes with wingspans of several tens of meters emitted clear calls.

Occasionally, streaks of blue light would soar up from the buildings in the mountains, shooting off into the distance.

In the center, atop the tallest stone peak, stood the largest green Taoist Palace with a plaque hanging in the middle, inscribed in Black Sea Script.

Its name was: Faceless.

Inside the palace at this time, a Taoist with long eyebrows and a white beard sat quietly in the center of the grand hall, meditating in front of a large, pitch-black statue of the Faceless God.

The Taoist was clothed in a purple robe with golden edges and numerous faces, holding a horsetail whisk in hand, chanting under his breath with his head bowed.

"Venerable Master! Venerable Master!" Suddenly, an urgent calling came from outside the grand hall.

The elder Taoist slowly stopped and sighed,

"What is it now? Ming Cong."

"Junior Sister Kui Ling has picked up a child outside who is unconscious. She says they are fated to meet and wants to adopt him as her own," a streak of blue light flew into the hall from outside and landed, transforming into an unsightly little Daoist boy with golden scales on his face.

"Our Sword Sect should not accept any more disciples," the old Taoist said helplessly. "With Qing Kong alone, our sect is assured to thrive for another thousand years! At such a sensitive time..."

"You are wrong, Venerable Master Brother. If you can accept Qing Kong as a disciple, why can’t I adopt a child?"

Suddenly, a streak of blue light shot into the grand hall, turning into a beautiful woman with a green pattern on her forehead.

"Ah... when Qing Kong reaches the pinnacle of our sect’s ultimate Thousand Face Sword Canon in a hundred years and brings prosperity to all realms, wouldn’t it be..." The elder Taoist hadn’t finished speaking when the woman interrupted him.

"I don’t care about any Thousand Face Sword Canon, that’s your pursuit. I just want to live a quiet life the way I want. When Lu Chen left me, I listened to you and didn’t follow. Now I am just adopting an orphan. This child has an extraordinary talent and is fated to be with me! If you keep persuading me, I will leave and live alone." The Daoist woman Kui Ling spoke neither quickly nor slowly, but clear word by word, her tone seemingly emotionless, yet her words were full of resentment.

"I have calculated that our sect will face a great catastrophe a hundred years from now... If we can overcome it, we’ll be free under heaven and earth. If not, why bother having one more person to be caught in the catastrophe?" the elder Taoist advised gravely.

"I will make sure he leaves with the disciples before the great catastrophe," Kui Ling said indifferently.

The elder Taoist found himself at a loss for words; he it was who had brought back a disciple to their sect first. Now that he had done so, how could he refuse his junior sister?

Standing up, the elder Taoist turned to look behind Kui Ling, where a person was quietly holding a fair and delicate boy.

The boy appeared to be around eight or nine years old, wearing a slightly oversized black Daoist robe, his forehead adorned with two small white antlers, deep in sleep, his skin so clear and transparent that he looked like a piece of exquisite jade, a superb natural talent indeed.

Just by laying eyes on him, even the elder Taoist felt an urge to take him in as a disciple.