ninety thousand miles

Chapter 399 Parasitism
Gong Wuguang has been paying attention to Master Tingdeng's every move. After noticing his gaffe, he said: "Sure enough, it is the problem with this scripture."

He speculated: "Perhaps Prince Su and the people behind him used these scriptures to bribe Master Tingdeng and asked him to serve them."

Wen Guying agreed with Gong Wuguang's statement and said, "You won't get nothing if you sit across from him tonight."

After the two of them listened to the sound of pots and chanting for a while, Gong Wuguang noticed the changes in the Devouring Spirits that filled the secret room. He said: "It's time to stop. After I take back the Devouring Spirits, let Wu Kong Master, let’s try chanting sutras alone.”

"Wait a moment." Wen Guying said, observing the changes in light and shadow on the mysterious jade biscuit, "Brother Li might be able to discover something."

Gong Wuguang said: "There are too many Devouring Souls. Changes that we did not expect will occur. Their lives can be saved, but... there may be other consequences. If you want to continue trying, let me take back most of the Devouring Souls first." Let’s talk again.”

After finishing speaking, Gong Wuguang couldn't hold back and added, "Fellow Daoist Wen, you are too gambling. No one can say anything about you, but..."

"Brother Xueli also advised me like this. You are indeed master and disciple." Then, Wen Guying said in a deep voice: "A single, small number of soul-devouring souls are unconscious. I guess it would take at least a village. Change."

"You mean Qiufeng Village?" Gong Wuguang asked.

"That's right." Wen Guying said, "So, it's not too much now, but maybe not enough."

He saw butterflies. On Chiyang Peak, in the Jade Rabbit Sun-Chasing Formation, the butterflies in the cycle of life and death flew past his eyes one by one. In his eyes, the most essential appearance was revealed layer by layer. A mess of intertwined dots and horizontal lines filled his eyes.

Then, that piece of light merged into the skin flakes and kept gathering and spreading. Li Chuan suddenly discovered that every time the skin flakes gathered and spread, a small part of them would be exchanged between the skin flakes.

Wu Kong's eyelids trembled, and then the chanting became more steady.

Their shapes are very irregular, like small pieces of skin. They float unconsciously along the ripples, sometimes coming together, sometimes spreading out, and sometimes joining together again.

A picture gradually emerged in his mind. He has completely memorized and understood the picture in his mind - parasitism. He suddenly realized that he had failed so many times before because he had found the wrong person. What he is looking for is the unconscious, wandering between life and death...

After I don’t know how many times I passed it, all the flakes of skin became gleaming with light.

His mind sank into that small patch of light. The light was broken up and reassembled, and finally it changed into a form similar to those flakes of skin.

He kept searching in his memory, every time he tried, every time he tried to get closer to the goal.

Wen Guying shook his head and said: "As for the upper world, Gu Xian Tiansu has ended. We still don't know what his position and purpose are, but... no matter which side he is on, have you ever thought about standing opposite him? What kind of existence would it be?”

He said: "Whether it is White Walkers or Devourers, we know too little about them now. Too many people have taken the blame, including the remnants of the demon race, Prince Su, and the monks from Xumi Mountain of Xuanyuemen. This makes me feel like a storm is coming, but I don’t know where it will come from.”

"The opportunity is fleeting." Wen Guying finally said.

Li Chuan felt that his mind was instantly filled with things he didn't understand at all.

Gong Wuguang no longer spoke, but the fingers in his sleeves moved slightly. There were a few more barriers in the secret room, and the changes in light and shadow on the mysterious jade became more and more complicated.

Li Chuan stared at them.

Li Chuan was completely unaware of all the sounds from the outside world. Gathering the things precipitated from the Devouring Soul into a circle of ripples, he observed them carefully.

The clearer he saw, the more dazed he felt. Unconsciously, or driven by something, he picked up a small piece of light.

Gong Wuguang pointed upward.

Finally, he found a structure in his memory that was very similar to the skin flakes.

The sound of the pot changed.

A surge appeared in the ripples. Wu Kong noticed it immediately.

The sound of chanting dispersed in the surge.

At this time, Gong Wuguang stretched out his hand, and Vukong patted his shoulder. Wukong felt that the majestic power stabilized his mind. The scriptures he recited in his mouth were also blessed by this power. Then it was washed away by that surge.

Wen Guying lowered his head and held the hilt of the sword, as if he was looking at the lines on the sword body and listening carefully to the sound of the pot.

Li Chuan still knew nothing about this.

In the surge, the skin with light began to move in a strange trajectory. It seemed disorderly, but it gradually got closer to the pattern in Li Chuan's heart.

Li Chuan waited patiently. While waiting, he felt that these skin flakes were all a part of him, and he felt a vague call.

Amidst the surge, a transparent and shimmering tentacle was unknowingly poked out.

Wen Guying drew his sword.

Li Chuan tried hard to get closer to this call. He felt that this was his mission and the entire meaning of his existence. He can try again and again and fail again and again, but in the end he will seize the slim opportunity and throw himself into the embrace of the calling.

The transparent tentacles swayed in ripples. Finally, it seemed to have made a decision and decomposed into countless small transparent water droplets. Following the ripples, it slowly spread towards Li Chuan and Master Wu Kong, and towards Gong Wuguang and Wen Guying.

Wen Guying took action.

Li Chuan felt that the connection between him and the hazy call was abruptly severed.

The red sword light fell like thunder and lightning, the shadow of cracks shrouded the ripples, and the water droplets exploded. In an instant, the soul-devouring, ripples, and surges... everything was torn apart.

Gong Wuguang also took action, and all the Devouring Spirits floating in the secret room were taken back.

Li Chuan opened his eyes.

Unconsciously, his face was covered with sweat and tears. He felt that all the things that had filled his mind had receded like a tide, leaving no trace behind.

The sound of the pot stopped.

Wu Kong fell to the ground and stopped chanting.

There was silence in the secret room.

The halo of light on the Xuan Jade Bi stopped changing and became quiet.

"What happened?" Wen Guying asked.

Li Chuan shook his head. He tried to stand up, but found that his feet were shaking and his whole body was shaking.

Wu Kong struggled to stand up and said, "Did something change in the Devouring Soul just now?"

"No." Li Chuan said. He looked around and felt everything familiar return to his body.

He said: "Just now I almost parasitized the Devourer, no, the White Walker, into myself."

(End of this chapter)