Blind Spot
Chapter 562 - 517 faces 1

Chapter 562: 517 faces 1

Qingmu Sword Sect, Mu Divine Palace.

As the place of the highest inheritance within the entire Sword Sect, it’s also the sect’s safest location.

The sect leader of the Sword Sect inherits the sect’s name, and just like the Faceless Sword Sect, regardless of their previous Taoist titles, can now be called Qingmu Zhenren.

In terms of appearance, he is a tall and thin Taoist with a pitch-black complexion, draped in a wide blue Taoist robe, with a Taiji crown made of skeleton jade stones on his head.

In the glitteringly splendid interior of the Mu Divine Palace, merely sitting cross-legged was enough to make one feel a sense of majesty and solemnity.

Crack.

A flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky outside.

That lightning was not blue or purple, but pure white.

The pure white lightning, in a sky without a single cloud, exploded abruptly, nearly splitting the entire blue sky in two, dyeing all things briskly in snow white.

"It’s begun again..."

"This is the destiny you cannot escape from..." Inside the divine palace, facing Qingmu Zhenren, the only gigantic golden statue towering over ten meters high suddenly spoke.

The alloy statue, which seemed as exalted as a god from the Taoist path and made of an incredibly hard material, nevertheless spoke as softly as an ordinary person, as if it were a living being.

"Time and time again... I’ve grown tired of it," sighed Qingmu Zhenren.

"But you cannot escape," said the statue.

"Perhaps the Demon Emperor has a way. This time, following their plan, maybe it could succeed..." Qingmu Zhenren fiddled with his fingers, gently twirling a string of sandalwood beads placed in front of him.

"It’s no use... No matter how we change, we can’t escape the destined fate. That bondage is inescapable; the only thing we can do is prolong it," sighed the statue.

"I understand... But if we can just slightly weaken that Huo Qingkong... maybe in the end, we might see a ray of hope," said Qingmu Zhenren in a deep voice.

"He is the origin body, the only immortal one. No matter how you kill him, he will reemerge in different ways, and the next time it will be even more brutal... What you’re doing is meaningless," warned the statue gravely.

"Yes... meaningless... It’s just a struggle for survival..." Qingmu Zhenren sighed.

He and the statue still retained a sliver of past memories—not much, but enough to inform them of Huo Qingkong’s ultimate form in the future.

Such a terrifying form is the source of all destruction, the source of restarting everything.

"Let it be then... Such is fate... The will of heaven cannot be changed..." The statue’s voice gradually faded away until it fell silent.

In a daze, the light flickered.

It seemed to suddenly turn into an actual inanimate object, and its lips appeared as though they had never moved.

Leaving Qingmu Zhenren sitting quietly in meditation, motionless as a withered tree.

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Suyue Sect.

At the mountain peak covered in snow.

Sect Leader Qingyang Zhenren quietly gazed at the boundless snowy mountains far away.

"It’s that time again, huh..." she murmured with a sigh.

She too had seen that scene of the sickly white lightning crossing the sky.

"If this is indeed destiny, we should follow it... Resistance is meaningless," she said, looking in the direction of the Faceless Sword Sect.

Whoosh.

A blurred shape of an old Taoist suddenly appeared several meters behind her from thin air.

The figure was wearing a bizarre Taoist robe covered in human faces, evidently the Holy Spirit Taoist who should be meditating in the Faceless Great Hall.

"How can we know whether we can break free without trying?" Holy Spirit Taoist spoke in a deep voice.

"You’re using him as a pivot, you’ve even changed the name of the technique; you’ve built a vast sect out of thin air, binding his temperament, nurturing his good thoughts... Now, if good and evil could merge, diluting evil thoughts with good ones, perhaps everything could be improved. But have you considered... if it fails, those good thoughts will also transform into a boost for evil..." Qingyang Zhenren said, worried.

"It’s merely death either way," Holy Spirit Taoist said indifferently.

"Death and death are different. Perhaps next time, you will have no memories left to echo," Qingyang Zhenren replied.

"Isn’t that also rather good, just like Yuheng? Sometimes, not knowing anything at all is a form of happiness," Holy Spirit Taoist remained calm.

He had done his best.

The Faceless Scholar, once an entity of extreme evil, cruel and destructive of all things, with only pure evil intent, was now gradually led by him to develop good thoughts, and even now, there was a greater chance of successful change.

No one could fault him for the steps he had taken...

"By merging good and evil ahead of time, if successful in diluting extreme evil, perhaps we can extend the time limit. So, we can only hope the Demon Emperor succeeds," he stroked his beard, gazing at the distant sky alongside Qingyang, falling into silence.

This was a play, a cautionary tale where everyone tiptoed around each other. Whether life or death existed was a matter of sooner or later.

Those who awakened earlier looked at those still submerged, and whether sighing or reaching out, they could not change the ultimate destined fate.

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Sea of Black Mist.

In the area where Li Chengyi resided, the black crack had expanded from a few meters tall to over ten meters high.

Rainbow-like lights of flowers deeply penetrated into the depths of the crack, ceaselessly pulling something out of it with great effort.

The light bands kept showing fissures, but they were quickly repaired by the aura of flowers released by Li Chengyi’s body.

This was a tug-of-war contest.

The Evil Flower was continuously trying to pull its past back through the crack, to allow that once terrifying existence that slaughtered countless beings in the Blind Spot to descend once more.

In the Primordial Spirit Sword Palace.

Li Chengyi held the Black Book, and his aura was rapidly increasing.

This increase was quite eerie. His original pace of cultivation should have been one seal per year, and the growth would slow down as he progressed further.

Both Holy Spirit Technique and Faceless Sword Technique only began to form Origin Seals at the fourth layer, especially the Seven Spirit Holy Technique, which required finding the Holy Infant, determining the corresponding positive for each evil to counteract the backlash, making the rate of progress even slower.

But now, under the doubled passive effect of the Snow Lotus Flower Language Technique, his insight and understanding were increasing even faster than before.

’Just an increase in comprehension can have such a powerful effect?’ Li Chengyi was skeptical. Even if his comprehension had doubled, cultivation required the accumulation of every little bit, relying on the body’s recovery and the accumulation of time, absorbing the essence of the world outside and slowly consolidating it over time.

He set down the Black Book and looked around, his heart suddenly skipping a beat.

The entire Sword Palace seemed to have transformed into pure silver, with silver flowers blooming in every corner when he was unaware.

Those clusters and patches of silver flowers, like wind chimes, swayed gently, ringing softly with the wind.

Li Chengyi stood up and walked gently down the steps.

Tiny, dense silver flowers had sprung up by the stairs, and as he walked past, the breeze he brought with him made these small flowers chime like wind bells.

Reaching the center of the palace, Li Chengyi suddenly looked up and saw that a large hole had appeared in the dome above.

A beam of pure white moonlight shone down, falling upon him.

The moonlight, like sand, sprinkled down, weaving into a large white cloak behind him.

On the cloak, silver floral patterns lit up and then faded, as if containing the patterns of twelve different types of flowers.

The cloak reached the ground, trailing behind him, edged with a golden border as its finishing touch.

The helmet of Li Chengyi’s Wisteria Floral Dress suddenly burst open, revealing his true face.

He looked straight ahead toward the gate of the Primordial Spirit Sword Palace.

The doors slowly opened, with countless, intricately luxurious silver patterns spreading from outside, swiftly transforming the originally simple palace into a magnificent, ancient, and finely detailed shrine adorned with the patterns of the twelve flowers.

Those spreading silver patterns, like the froth of ocean waves, passed gently and firmly from beneath Li Chengyi’s feet.

The froth touched the purple scales on Li Chengyi’s Floral Dress greaves, dyeing them like pigment, turning the hard armor of the Floral Dress into silver starting from the toes.

Swish.

The silver completely covered Li Chengyi’s body and unfettered his long, bound hair to scatter behind him.

His black hair turned silver-white, flowing with the cloak behind him.

Li Chengyi, as if unaware, raised his foot and step by step, walked toward the gate.

He could feel something calling out to him, a lone arm reaching out from the endless darkness just outside the gate.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind howled from outside the gate.

The wind carried with it countless sharp, unpleasant cries of agony, whose hatred seemed tangible.

But at the same time, all the silver flowers inside the palace gently swayed with the wind, turning these harsh noises into a profound and magnificent symphony.

Countless cries of pain seemed to transform into a chorus of accompaniments, as if celebrating and cheering for the resurgence of the new king.

The wild wind gradually carried a faint scent of flowers.

The fragrances of twelve different flowers blended together, forming a strong yet not overpowering exotic aroma.

Li Chengyi stepped forward, and when he was just three steps away from the gate, he stopped.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to continue, he simply could not.

In front of him, there seemed to be an insurmountable wall, utterly impenetrable, preventing him from moving forward.

Lowering his head, he saw a line of text slowly emerging on the ground.

’All things are evil... Only the utmost evil can give birth to the most extreme beauty.’

’Only by enduring the utmost evil, can you unfold the Primordial Soil and give birth to the most beautiful flower. Are you ready?’

Who left these words?

Thoughts flickered through Li Chengyi’s mind, but having come this far, no matter what happened, he was resolved to continue onwards.

Perhaps these were the words left by a previous Emperor of Flowers.

As for being prepared.

’I never hesitated from the very beginning,’ Li Chengyi said with determined eyes, taking another step forward.

Hiss.

That line of text instantly turned to ash and vanished.

There was no longer anything obstructing him in front of the gate, and he walked out of the Sword Palace alone.

Outside, a vague figure clad in pure white, thick Armor was slowly approaching from the darkness.

It wore an intricately ornate and majestic crown, with pure white spikes on top bending backwards, extending into a multitude of fine, dense tendrils that braided together into a thick plait hanging behind.

In the center of the crown was a glint of silver light, the only source of illumination on the entire Armor.

Li Chengyi raised his head to look at it.

The Armor was slender and symmetric, with rows of pure white wings, resembling those of a dragonfly, protruding from its back.

The somewhat damaged, huge white disc floated behind it, with twelve Divine Flower Positions indistinctly visible upon it.

The disc, nearly large enough to cover the entire back of the Armor, was slowly rotating in the darkness, creaking under its apparent strain.

In the darkness, the Armor slowly raised its arm and reached out toward him.

Li Chengyi likewise raised his arm in response to the outstretched hand.

The distance between them was closing inch by inch, extremely slowly.

Sizzle!!

In the outside world, within the Sea of Black Mist.

On Origin Island, where Li Chengyi was located, an invisible ripple suddenly spread outward.

This disturbance didn’t exist in the physical space, didn’t belong to any concrete physical wave, nor was it thought or spirit.

No one noticed it.

The speed of the ripple was exceedingly fast, far exceeding sound speed by dozens of times, equivalent to the speed of light, spanning the entire Sea of Black Mist in the blink of an eye and continuing to spread outward toward places far beyond like Panguang and other regions of the Outer Domain.

After the ripple passed, everything seemed unchanged, as if nothing had happened.

Yet, near Li Chengyi, within a hundred-mile radius of the Sea of Black Mist, the dense fog was gradually becoming even darker.

All the sunlight that could once penetrate some parts of it could no longer illuminate the interior through the thickened black fog.