ninety thousand miles

Chapter 652 Consciousness
Like some kind of ritual.

It's a ceremony.

What happens after the ceremony is completed?
Now I can count the shadows.

In a flash, Li Chuan knew the number: one hundred and sixty-six.

One hundred and sixty-six? Why not one hundred and sixty-eight?

And... Li Chuan looked at the blood shadows one by one. They were not White Walkers. They did not have the structure of White Walkers in their bodies. They were not White Walkers. Although the number was similar, it did not match. So he guessed wrong? Did he mistake some coincidental similarities as definite clues?

Or did Chilin hide the characteristics of the White Walkers?
No, all the structures that made up the shadow were now clearly and completely presented in his field of vision, one after another, flowing in a rhythm that matched each other. There was no space to embed other structures.

The question is back to the beginning: What is Chi Lin going to do? What will happen after the ritual is completed? And can he take back the rhythm?

The sound of the kettle is steady.

The rhythm of the one hundred and sixty-six blood shadows responding to each other has been breaking up the sound of the pot, but the rhythm of the pot has not changed. The ripples of the pot sound are still spreading, unfolding, being broken up, and then returning layer by layer as if tirelessly.

But this is not enough.

The blood line, blood shadow, and blood pool respond to each other, and their power continues to increase.

We have to control this place. We can't let the ritual complete.

Li Chuan recalled the feeling when he used the butterfly spirit to control the murals in the Shenxia Temple.

The sound of the pot was broken into smaller and smaller pieces.

It just so happened that he could feel the subtleties of the ceremony. He thought so, sober and calm, and once again felt like he was in a very high place, looking down, and found the key point among all the complicated changes.

The full moon dimmed for a moment, and then burst into brilliant and dazzling light.

Li Chuan was bathed in light, and amidst the chaotic sounds of the pot, he drew the second picture he had learned - parasitism.

A butterfly flew out from the butterfly spirit, spread its wings, flew into the parasitic map, and then flew into the depths of the blood pool.

The surging blood calmed down.

The ripples of the pot's sound gently brushed past.

One, then the next...

What's that sound? It seems to be the sound of the wind. Pop. Something broke? The blood shadow moved quickly at the same time, and a huge wave suddenly rose in the blood pool. At the same time, the ground and the stone wall could be heard crackling. The blood pool, which was originally controlled by Li Chuan, was broken by the huge wave.

The light golden butterfly fluttered its wings deep in the blood pool, and gradually, the patterns on its wings began to turn blood-red.

The person who will eventually take control of this place must be him. But he is not here yet.

What grew out of those cinder stones? Bones of different shapes and jade-like textures grew out.

Fortunately, he didn't go to touch up those paintings just now.

This ritual is to make these bones grow? What are these bones? Let's not think about this for now.

The butterfly completely melted into the depths of the blood pool.

Li Chuan felt his consciousness expand again. It was as if this place was the body of some living thing. After the butterfly spirit parasitized it, he could control everything here.

Bones are still growing.

Chi Lin seemed to have given up on the struggle with Li Chuan over the rhythm. As the butterfly spirits continued to merge, Li Chuan had completely controlled the five blood pools, but the figures did not react at all. They seemed to only care about the jade bones. Only when Li Chuan's rhythm tried to cover those bones would the figures take action, sometimes stirring up blood waves, sometimes using blood lines to block them.

Li Chuan had no solution for the time being.

Focus. He must focus. He must control this place faster. As long as he can completely control this place, then both Chi Lin and Gu Gu will get back into his rhythm.

At that time, he will be able to do anything. Be focused.

Li Chuan's consciousness floated down and into the blood pool, following the butterfly in front of him and melting into the blood pool.

……

"The rhythm of the pot sound has slowed down." said Elder Li.

"Yeah." Wen Gu responded with a "hmm".

Under the guidance of the blood shadow, the huge jade bones were pieced together piece by piece.

"It's the skeleton of an ancient monster." Elder Li recognized the giant creature made up of skeletons from its outline.

"What race?" Wen Guying asked.

"It's hard to tell." Elder Li said.

"Aren't we going to take action yet?" Zhu Qingyun asked.

"The time has not come yet." Wen Guying explained, "Junior Sister Zhu, we only have one chance to make a move, so we must wait, no matter how anxious we are, until the most appropriate moment when we will surely win."

"I understand." Zhu Qingyun said.

"Listen to the wind." Wen Guying said.

Zhu Qingyun listened carefully to the sound of the wind. The wind blew out from every cave entrance. The air currents intertwined and entangled in the cracks between the rocks, forming a trembling net in the darkness. The entire cave was immersed in this subtle tremor.

The sound of the pot and the sound of the wind are still in harmony.

"It's the Ruiling Beast." The spiritual master breathed quickly and said, "We can't let it finish. The Ruiling Beast will make this place, and all of us, sink into a dream..."

No one responded to her.

Wen Guying, Elder Li, and Zhu Qingyun, who were standing in the front, seemed to be discussing something, but she could not hear their voices.

Turning his head, Yu Chen was sitting against the wall with his eyes closed, the flowing blood soaking his shoes. He didn't hear her words either.

They were already in a dream. The spiritual master lowered his head, blood gushing out, dyeing the entire ground red.

She raised her head again. The nine bodhi leaves kept spinning, still protecting them. What was that sound? It was the sound of the kettle. The spiritual master recognized it. The sound of the kettle was still ringing.

The spiritualist felt that she had calmed down a little. Standing below was the Ruiling Beast. She was in the Ruiling Beast's dream. She stood up with the help of the wall and began to dance the sacrificial dance. She danced to the sound of the pot, the bone ornaments swayed, colliding with each other and making crisp sounds, blending into the sound of the pot.

……

The butterfly's wings fluttered, and Li Chuan felt that he was closely connected to the cave. All the secrets here were opened to him. He could feel the entire Cangwu wilderness, and along the dry river, he could hear and see what was happening in every place on this land.

How's it going out there?

Just as he was about to look outside, the little mouse's voice rang in his heart.

"careful!"

Li Chuan came back to his senses and steadied the pot sound. Then, deep in the blood pool, in the entire cave, the two rhythms and two consciousnesses collided violently head-on for the first time.

Has Chi Lin already been parasitic in the blood pool?

"That is the sacred object of my tribe." said the consciousness.

"If you say so, then so be it?" Li Chuan responded casually while trying his best to maintain the sound of the pot, with thoughts flashing through his mind one after another.

(End of this chapter)