Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 371 - 215: Great Mother Star Pit_2

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Above the pit, the crowd stood as protectors for Zhou Xuan. The painter and the musician were shoulder-to-shoulder, chatting.

"Music Master, didn’t you say you weren’t optimistic about the Young Master’s future?"

"Yes."

"Still not optimistic now?"

"No." The musician spoke gloomily, "It’s the same as I’ve always said. For two thousand years, no Nuo God from the Zhou Family has ever passed through nine Tangkou. Although the Young Master appears to be quite exceptional, he’s not likely to break this fate."

"But it seems you have a great impression of the Young Master?" The painter chuckled bitterly; he had thought the musician’s attitude had changed.

After all, he remained the most arrogant figure in the Bone Elder Association’s Divine Office.

The musician, with hands behind his back, gazed at the Heavenly God’s Fire in the sky and said, "I do admire him. Just for that song he sang, I deeply admire him. Both of us share a particular trait, you know."

"What’s that trait?"

"Taste." The musician laughed.

The painter: "..."

The musician added, "Anyway, I only say that as Zhou Family’s Nuo God, the Young Master won’t make it through nine Tangkou. But he can at least make it through six, perhaps seven."

"Old Hua, you must understand, once a Zhou Family Nuo God manages to pass through six or seven Tangkou, their combat strength reaches the pinnacle of the human world. Apart from that one person, no one could defeat him."

"That one person? Who are you talking about?"

"Of course, it’s the one who’s cultivated to the level of nine sticks of incense... me." The musician confidently thumped his chest as he spoke.

The painter: "..."

The painter was slightly speechless but couldn’t truly dispute the musician’s claims.

The musician was about fifteen years younger than the painter, yet he had already reached the level of seven incense sticks. In terms of incense fire cultivation, the painter considered himself inferior to the musician.

The musician always believed he could someday reach nine sticks of incense. The painter mostly doubted this, but occasionally, he would admit—perhaps one day, the musician might truly make it.

As the two conversed cheerfully, Zhou Xuan emerged from the pit.

Qing Feng, standing closest to Zhou Xuan, immediately greeted him: "Young Master."

His voice prompted everyone to turn around, surrounding Zhou Xuan and asking what had happened inside the pit.

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "The pit was very strange; I couldn’t use my Dream Law."

Dream Law was Zhou Xuan’s cover for concealing the Wash Away Injustice Talisman. Yet, the painter responded, saying, "That pit was extremely peculiar. I was just inside, and I couldn’t tear through space; even the Space Law wouldn’t work."

"Perhaps... it’s a Forbidden Land."

Yun Ziliang commented from the side.

"A Forbidden Land?" Zhou Xuan turned to look at Yun Ziliang.

Yun Ziliang, sensing around the edge of the pit for a moment, said, "A place where the Big Dragon coils—its Dragon Qi is incredibly abundant. If something major has been disrupted here, it’s very easy for the Dragon Qi to transform into malevolent energy.

This malevolent energy, once it takes shape, can turn the area into a Forbidden Land.

Within a Forbidden Land, due to the overwhelming presence of malevolent energy, many Magic Artifacts are disturbed and rendered ineffective, and laws, too, become unusable.

To forcefully use laws here, one would need special magic skills to expand the space within the Forbidden Land."

"Mountain Dweller, which magic skills can expand Forbidden Land space?" The painter asked Yun Ziliang.

"Our Ganying Sect Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters have a Qi Leading Skill that can achieve this, but... my incense fire level has fallen, and I can’t perform the Qi Leading Skill."

"Grand Master, do you think I could pull it off? Not that I want to steal Ganying Sect techniques; I merely wish to stand up for righteousness and help where I can." Zhao Wuya seized the opportunity to chime in.

Yun Ziliang gave him a sidelong glance and coldly replied, "I’d like to teach you, but you lack sensing energy; you can’t perform the Qi Leading Skill."

He then turned to the painter and said, "However, expanding space within a Forbidden Land doesn’t necessarily require Qi Leading Skill. Xiao Zhou’s tattoos could accomplish it as well—but... it seems his tattoo skill hasn’t reached the sixth level."

"That’s lucky, then. I just reached the sixth level two days ago," Zhou Xuan chimed in, leaning toward Yun Ziliang. "Last time, I managed to comprehend six Tattoo Maps in one go. You taught me the first three—they’re the Demon Slaying Diagram—but I haven’t had the chance to tell you about the latter three."

"You’ve reached the sixth level?"

"Yes." Zhou Xuan shared the sixth-level three Tattoo Maps with Yun Ziliang.

The first map depicted a blood-stained pit, eerily similar to the pit discovered here on the wooden platform.

The second map portrayed a long river filled with countless floating corpses.

The third map displayed a towering mountain, but the mountain was constructed entirely of white bones.

Yun Ziliang nodded and asked Zhou Xuan, "Are these three Tattoo Maps steeped in heavy Yin energy?"

"Extremely heavy. Just recalling them in my mind makes me smell the thick stench of death." Zhou Xuan replied.

"That’s correct. These three maps are among the most ferocious tattoos—they’re both righteous and wicked. They’re called the Forbidden Tattoo Maps."

Pointing at the pit, Yun Ziliang said, "That Forbidden Land was formed by ’Hunger’ stirring the Dragon Qi. The scope of the Forbidden Land is massive, and the Forbidden Tattoo Maps can use a single map to create a miniature Forbidden Land.

In the past, deviant tattoo masters would bury one of these maps in the homes of prominent families, causing their lineage to collapse and ensuring that each member of the family contracted strange and deforming illnesses with lethal effects.

Of course, that usage is heretical."

At this point, Yun Ziliang spoke, and Li Chengfeng suddenly shrank his neck and said,

"I think I’ve read in ancient records about a Great Calculator in the Capital City whose family for five successive generations had children born with turtle shells on their backs, stunted limbs, and all became short-lived people, never living past thirty years.

Despite years of predictions, the Great Calculator’s lineage struggled to extend their bloodline, unable to pinpoint the origin or the reason for intensifying malevolence. Ultimately, the Great Calculator’s lineage died out in five generations. Thinking back now, was it due to the Forbidden Tattoo Maps?"

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