Wandering Gods of Day and Night
Chapter 143 - 135: Mother Palace Blood Tree

Chapter 143: Chapter 135: Mother Palace Blood Tree

"August 20th, 4:50 A.M., the pit at Old Painting Pavilion",

These were the words displayed on the Wash Away Injustice Talisman.

After Zhou Xuan saw them clearly, a thought came to his mind—

—One major function of the Wash Away Injustice Talisman is to enter time-space rifts and return to the past; all one needs to do is to write down the specific time and location on the talismanic script.

But now, the Wash Away Injustice Talisman seemed to have changed; he hadn’t written the time or location, but it had written them itself.

"Perhaps, if I erase the words on the Wash Away Injustice Talisman with my pen, I could return to the time and place it has recorded?"

Zhou Xuan speculated while pulling out his Pocket Watch and pen, first checking the time; it was now 5:15 A.M.,

He had spent nearly half an hour lingering in that daylight-deprived place.

Then Zhou Xuan put away his Pocket Watch, unscrewed his pen, and drew a long line over the row of words on the Wash Away Injustice Talisman;

The color of the writing on the talisman faded with time, and Zhou Xuan felt time receding.

He distinctly felt himself becoming lighter, looked down, and saw the ground getting farther and farther away... then entered a pitch-dark state... and then, his head emerged from the stone tile, followed by his body...

"Junior Brother, you gave me a fright," Lv Mingkun said upon seeing Zhou Xuan climbing back out of the stone tile.

It was he who had brought Zhou Xuan to Mingjiang Prefecture, and if something had happened to Zhou Xuan, he had no idea how to explain it to Zhou Lingyi.

"Master, when you disappeared, I got really anxious," Little Fuzi also said.

"I’ve always said that this young fella has the fortune of the heavens; his life is remarkably resilient..."

Yun Ziliang was rubbing his hands together and asked Zhou Xuan: "What is the place connected to by the stone tile like?"

"There’s nothing, pitch black," Zhou Xuan replied as he pulled out the Pocket Watch.

The watch’s hands were rewinding, returning to 4:51 A.M.

Only one minute had passed in the real world.

Furthermore, when Zhou Xuan emerged from the stone tile, he could hear the sound of incense reigniting and felt a coiling sensation around his wrist, and once again had the sense of being watched by eyes.

This mysterious space that could compact the sky shared the same characteristics as a time-space rift; once entered, all connections are severed, including those to the Divine Revelation Secret Realm.

Everything he observed in that space could go undetected by the Ancient Tattoo Clan,

Hence, he naturally wouldn’t reveal the truth to Lv Mingkun and Yun Ziliang.

"Nothing but darkness?" Yun Ziliang asked again.

"I’ll go down again and have a look; just wait here for me."

Zhou Xuan could now use the stone tile as a passageway, and this alleviated his greatest fear of the unknown.

He took scissors, cut his palm, and spilled blood.

The fresh blood once again filled the engraved seams on the stone tile, turning into a blood-red swamp, his body beginning to sink.

Yun Ziliang also wanted to spill blood and go down for a look, but his "half-human half-ghost" body wouldn’t allow it; Lv Mingkun similarly wanted to go down, but he feared he couldn’t come back.

He knew Zhou Xuan carried the power of the Blood Well and Divine Revelation, two great Secret Realms, and had exceptional Perception. It was perhaps these numerous mystical powers that allowed Zhou Xuan to return from the dark world beneath the stone tile,

If the Junior Brother could return safely, he, as the Senior Brother, might not necessarily be so fortunate, so all he could do was anxiously wait by the stone tile.

...

It was another descent into an absence of daylight, followed by his foot landing on a very fragile hard object, then the object shattered, and he fell into the space where the sky was rapidly contracting,

It was an experience identical to his first journey.

Zhou Xuan stood on the lawn, looked up at the sky, then glanced into the distance.

He saw a crimson tree, immensely tall, and headed towards it.

The closer he got to the tree, the more Zhou Xuan felt an eerie presence everywhere.

These lawns weren’t lawns at all, but short, fleshy sprouts protruding from the ground.

He crouched down, abruptly pulled up a grass, and the severed grass wriggled in his hand, while from the cut end, droplets of blood seeped out, falling onto the purple soil and rapidly being absorbed.

Zhou Xuan pressed down hard with his right hand on the "soil"; this was no soil, it was more like a piece of flesh on a body, responsive to pressure with full elasticity, quickly reverting to its original shape after deformation.

"The color of this ground and the sky, they’re strikingly similar?"

Zhou Xuan looked up again at the tree not far away.

This tree had all the characteristics of a tree—its canopy, trunk, branches, and leaves, except for a crimson color that was alluringly sinister, there was no difference from other trees.

When Zhou Xuan finally got near and touched the tree itself, a strange yet familiar feeling emerged.

It was strange because the tree trunk and bark felt like that of a living creature; upon touching, not only was there a soft resilience, but the bark seemed to tremble gently in his palm as if frolicking.

The sense of familiarity was because—Zhou Xuan smelled a fragrant scent from the tree, almost identical to that of the Lantern Bride in the Secret Realm.

Since Zhou Xuan became spiritual, his senses had also become exceptionally sharp; he could find the pharmacy directly through the fragrance from the Cooking Medicine Room in the hospital.

"There’s no mistake, it’s the Bride’s scent."

While caressing the Blood Tree, Zhou Xuan reassured himself of the aroma.

And at that moment, from within the Blood Tree came a burst of an infant’s wailing,

The branches activated by the crying turned into countless tendrils, which then entangled towards Zhou Xuan.

His reaction was swift; he turned and sprinted, glancing back as he ran.

He saw the Blood Tree change its appearance, many of its branches hanging with corpses.

The bodies were suspended, arms dangling down; each face revealed a contorted expression of seeing something terrifying, their eyeballs bulging out.