Chapter 1159: Chapter 546: Super Chant
Lin Yi was taken aback for a mont, but then realized it was indeed the case.
As expected, after progressing a bit further through the mist, the ground beneath Mao Feiyang’s feet also beca soft. At first, it was like treading on decayed wooden boards, but it soon turned into loose sand, which then began to feel like dry silt…
“Great, is the ‘Layer Transition’ about to finish?”
“Finish? It’s still ongoing…” Mao Feiyang muttered.
Lin Yi noticed that Mao Feiyang’s tone was sowhat low, as if he was speaking through clenched teeth.
Upon closer inspection, the veins on Mao Feiyang’s temple were throbbing, and Lin Yi’s heart suddenly tightened. He suddenly realized that, since he wasn’t the one involved, he couldn’t comprehend how much energy Maozi was expending as he moved through this place.
“Heh heh heh…” From Mao Feiyang’s throat ca a rough, low chuckle.
Lin Yi wanted to remind Mao Feiyang to use the feather, but before he could speak, he noticed that Mao Feiyang had already tightly clutched the sculpted feather in his palm.
Mao Feiyang had long since used the sculpted feather, yet even so, traversing through this mist had exhausted almost all of his strength.
In this place, the domain of the sculpted feather was compressed to the point of being unrecognizable, much like Wei Liang pulling out an ultra-thin raincoat in a storm.
The sensation underfoot grew increasingly strange, and Mao Feiyang’s movents beca more staggering. From within the gravel-like mist, low and fragnted murmurs began to erge, as if countless wraiths hovered at their ears, constantly whispering in low tones.
The more one tried to ignore these sounds, the more attention they demanded; the more one tried not to hear what they were saying, the clearer they beca…
Finally, Lin Yi heard it…
He heard it…
The ancient chant that sounded like a ballad:
[Rør ved mine dypblå pupiller…sprekker mitt stjerneskelett…forsyner min råmåne…]
[Brenn min beinflamnde ild…gjør min bølgeornant uendelig…knuser min minnestav…]
[Bind min tidskokong…sluk min navn…begrav min uoppdrettede katastrofe…]
[…store stjerner…]
[…store stjerner…]
What struck Lin Yi as particularly curious was that this ti, the chanting had a peculiar tone, at tis deep and at tis lengthy, yet seed to convey a relatively complete passage, drifting through the air…
He couldn’t understand a word, but he understood rhythm and cadence!
This chant, like phrases ford from ancient and mystical syllables, each sentence comprising three phrases, ultimately giving the effect of a song in an unknown language… The “Classic of Poetry”.
Mao Feiyang halted, as if summoned by this chant, standing motionlessly in the mist like a statue, directionless and aimless, seemingly lost.
The chanting rose and fell, the rhythm growing increasingly intense, enveloping the area like a storm.
“Maozi!”
“Maozi!!”
Lin Yi called out anxiously, trying to awaken Mao Feiyang.
“Don’t panic… I said don’t panic, Old Lin.” To Lin Yi’s surprise, Mao Feiyang imdiately responded, “I told you, I’m here, I’ve always been here…”
“Then just now you were…”
“I was just listening…” Mao Feiyang murmured softly, “It’s been so long… so long since I heard it…”
“You’ve… you’ve heard this kind of sound?” Lin Yi was shocked, “Was it sothing we both knew before, or… is it sothing you heard after becoming an Art Student…?”
A cryptic expression appeared on Mao Feiyang’s lips: “‘Touch my deep pupils… shatter my star skeleton… corrode my raw moon…'”
“Let’s go, Old Lin, let’s go…”
“It seems… soone doesn’t want us here…”
“But the more it is like this, the more it proves… we’re in the right direction.”
Lin Yi pursed his lips, “What on earth is happening?”
Mao Feiyang said, “When the Pharaoh died, he was laid to rest in a pyramid. To prevent grave robbers from disturbing this eternal slumber, curses would be engraved outside the chamber…”
“The chanting you heard…”
Lin Yi was startled, “Damn, that’s the curse?”
“Oh, not really…” Mao Feiyang said.
“Damn it…” Lin Yi was speechless.
Mao Feiyang said, “So say it’s the song sung by the ‘Original Apostles’ when casting ‘Ti Exile’ upon ‘Her’, a kind of seal and shackle. It only appears when one is near the place of the ‘Ti Exile’, to drive people away…”
“Others say it’s ‘Her’ song… Her voice perates ti, twisted by ti, becoming such a sound, only when believers get infinitely close to ‘Her’ do they sing out joyously…”
“In any case, they indicate… we’re very close.”
Lin Yi, however, frowned slightly, “Really? I don’t quite believe it…”
“Saying that in this atmosphere, if you had a body I really would beat you up, Old Lin,” Mao Feiyang said, “How can you be more annoying than ?”
Mao Feiyang had an unusual self-awareness, knowing he had “annoying” traits and tendencies.
Lin Yi said, “But I vaguely feel this chant isn’t like that… the last two repeating… their tone is stronger than the others…”
“They’re calling for the girl far away,” Mao Feiyang shalessly remarked.
Lin Yi was speechless, but he threw out a classic line, “What? Do you want to spin cotton as well? Turning half a pound into eight ounces and eight drams?”
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips, but those two simple quips slightly dispelled the dreadful atmosphere around them.
After walking a bit more, Mao Feiyang suddenly started coughing violently. He bent over, supporting himself with his hands on his knees, as if he would cough out his lungs.
Lin Yi asked nervously, “Are you okay?”
“Cough, cough, cough… I’m fine, I’m fine…” Mao Feiyang waved his hand, “Just too tired, I have to move faster…”
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