I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 654 Black Spots
The head of a deity was submerged in the lake of blood, and even Jiang Wen's thoughts became sluggish.

He thought he had seen all sorts of bizarre and outlandish events, but what he saw before him still shook him to his core.

The head of the Heavenly King of Growth—that was the head of a deity. A supreme being, worthy of being called a true god. And so it remained deep within his heart, planted beneath a ginseng fruit tree, nourishing this sacred tree.

Who cut off His head and then left it here?
Jiang Wen couldn't imagine who could defeat these Four Heavenly Kings.

The roots of the ginseng fruit tree were entwined around this head, constantly absorbing its spiritual essence.

There were no clues in the gods' memories, and Jiang Wen couldn't find the truth either.

He simply stared at the head for a long time before letting out a long sigh.

"Even the gods cannot escape life and death."

Taking a step forward, Jiang Wen wanted to get closer to the head. Just as he stepped forward, an invisible yet fierce gale swept over him. This gale seemed to come from nowhere, howling around him and stinging his cheeks.

Startled, he took several steps back, his face grim.

Staring intently at what was at the bottom of the lake, I felt a strange, twisting sensation spreading through my body.

It was as if something was observing his every move and even trying to stop him from getting close to the head.

Don't...don't come near...

don't want……

Leave, leave this place...

……

A faint, indistinct voice echoed in my ears, like a dying old man speaking in a hoarse voice.

Again and again, one sound after another.

This made Jiang Wen's hair stand on end, and even his firm Dao heart began to waver.

"Lingbao Heavenly Venerable, comfort my body. My soul, my five internal organs, are in a state of profound darkness. Azure Dragon and White Tiger, in orderly ranks. Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise, guard my true self. So be it!" He said solemnly, his hand forming a sword-finger gesture. He chanted the purification mantra, activating his magical power to protect himself.

The distorted feeling dissipated, and the sound slowly faded away. Once everything returned to calm, Jiang Wen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was drenched in sweat, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Just now, he almost thought he was going to die.

The sound not only disturbed his mind but also eroded his body. If it weren't for the protective spells and magical treasures he possessed, he would likely have perished just from hearing those few words.

Because that voice was extraordinary; it was the murmur of a deity.

"Su, did you hear any strange noises just now?" Jiang Wen asked Jiang Su in his divine sea impatiently.

Jiang Su sat on her divine throne, holding a teacup in her hand. As the only being in Jiang Wen's divine sea, she could conjure up all sorts of things that Jiang Wen had come into contact with. On ordinary days, this was one of her ways of passing the time.

After hearing Jiang Wen's question, Jiang Su shook her head.

"Venerable One, I didn't hear anything. Did you encounter something else?"

"Hmm." Jiang Wen nodded and told Jiang Su what he had just heard. He kept it brief and to the point.

After listening to his words, Jiang Su shook her head to indicate that she had not heard any strange sounds.

"However, since this sound was produced by the Venerable One's actions, it must be related to what the Venerable One is about to do. The Venerable One wants to touch the head of the Heavenly King of Growth, presumably to observe it better. But a voice is preventing the Venerable One from going, which must be related to the Heavenly King of Growth."

"If I'm not mistaken, that voice just now should have been the warning from the Heavenly King of Growth." "A warning? If I go over there, will I be in danger?" Jiang Wen narrowed his eyes, thinking of a certain possibility. After all, not everything in the world is a coincidence; everything has its destiny, and there are always clues to be found.

The old, hoarse voice was stopping him from moving forward, which must have been related to his desire to touch that head.

The King of Growth warned him, or rather, warned everyone who came by, not to approach his head, for it was an ominous sign.

"He is urging me to leave this place; a wisp of His consciousness still remains." Jiang Wen gazed at the head, deeply moved. Even after being dead for so long, is He still alive?
But why stop him from going? Why make him leave? Could there be some secret behind this?
Jiang Wen took something out of his storage bag and held it in his hand.

This is a paper figure cut from yellow paper, somewhat similar to the paper horse from before. I don't usually use it, but it's not bad to use it for a test now.

He blew on the paper figure, and it instantly swelled up as if it were alive. Its inch-long body gradually became fuller and larger, eventually growing to over a foot tall.

It circled around Jiang Wen, seemingly waiting for something.

"Go." Jiang Wen pointed to the center of the blood lake, signaling the paper figure to go there.

The paper figure took a step, moving with incredible speed. It floated gracefully towards the center of the lake, then plunged into the blood. Letting the dark red blood soak its entire body, it swam towards its head like a fish.

As the paper figure drew ever closer to the head, Jiang Wen began to speculate. Before he could ponder further, it suddenly began to struggle. Its originally yellowish-green body gradually turned pitch black, its swollen form slowly shriveled, and finally, the spiritual energy within it vanished, as if it had been swallowed up by something.

The paper figure turned charred black and shattered into countless pieces in the lake of blood.

Jiang Wen felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and his fingers felt a sharp pain as if they had been bitten.

He looked at his aching finger, where a charred spot had appeared at the tip.

His brow furrowed, he used his magic to banish the spot from his fingertip. But the result surprised him; no matter how powerful his magic became, the charred spot wouldn't fade. It remained firmly embedded in Jiang Wen's fingertip, relentlessly devouring his magic.

It's like a bottomless black hole; even the most powerful magic disappears without a trace once it enters.

Jiang Wen even discovered something that made him uneasy: the black spot was slowly growing larger as it devoured magical power.

"Oh no, this thing is too strange."

Jiang Wen was startled, realizing he had gotten himself into trouble. Without holding back, he summoned his flying sword and sliced ​​off the piece of skin with black spots from his fingertip.

Blood gushed out, and pain shot through me.

However, this pain was no worse than a mosquito bite for him. Jiang Wen stared at the severed fingertip without changing his expression.

The dark spots are still there, deep in my bones. Like a stubborn ailment, they are difficult to remove.

“Venerable One, this black spot is probably no ordinary thing. We must not nourish it with our magic power any further.” Jiang Su had been observing Jiang Wen’s condition and was quite anxious seeing how strange the black spot was. “Although I don’t know what this thing is, I can sense that it is extremely dangerous. We must find a way to remove it and prevent it from growing.”

“I understand.” Jiang Wen nodded, staring at the black spots. He naturally knew what Jiang Su meant.

These black spots are definitely related to the contaminated divine blood; they are by no means simple things.

Jiang Wen summoned the stone tablet and asked it to deduce the method to resolve the black spots.

The stone tablet shone brightly, and the merit value kept changing.

Even cutting off his skin and flesh couldn't remove the black spots, so he had no choice but to resort to his trump card. The stone tablet in his divine sea was his trump card, the source of his confidence to roam freely in this Fallen Immortal's Depths. If even the stone tablet couldn't control the black spots, then he would have no choice but to cut off his entire hand.

Just as Jiang Wen was patiently waiting, the inscription on the stone tablet stopped.

Upon seeing the inscription on the stone tablet, his face lit up with joy.

"My stone tablet is still more powerful."

(End of this chapter)