So... have the people from the Demon Realm already discovered Jun Moyan? Is that why they added a seal inside him? Just to prevent him from awakening?
So is Jun Moyan really that thing?
Feng Liyan couldn’t find out what Jun Moyan’s real identity is, because this body of Jun Moyan’s is indeed just that of a mortal.
Could he be reincarnated?
Let’s hope not. If Jun Moyan is the reincarnation of that thing, and he’s developed feelings for the Little Princess now, wouldn’t that cause chaos?
Feng Liyan temporarily withdrew his hand, opened his eyes, looked at Wen Xiao’ai beside him, and said, "Go to the door."
"Why?" Wen Xiao’ai asked instinctively.
"Just go."
"No, I want to stay here. Did you find out anything?"
"If you don’t go over there, I’ll leave." Feng Liyan said as he stood up from the sofa, pretending to leave.
"Hey, don’t go, I’ll go over there." Wen Xiao’ai quickly grabbed him, pouting in dissatisfaction, and reluctantly moved to the door.
"What exactly are you doing? Is there sothing wrong with Jun Moyan’s body?"
"I’m not sure, which is why I want you to stand a bit further away, to avoid any unknown energy in his body from hurting you." Feeling Jun Moyan’s probing gaze on his face, Feng Liyan used it as an excuse.
"Is it really that dangerous? Didn’t that energy inside him disappear?" Wen Xiao’ai, worried about Jun Moyan, started to move forward again but was stopped by Feng Liyan’s look.
Once Wen Xiao’ai settled down and Feng Liyan was sure the distance was sufficient for her not to see anything, he turned to Jun Moyan and said, "Close your eyes."
"What for?"
"Just close them if you want to know about the energy inside you."
Jun Moyan was unsure if what Feng Liyan was going to do next indeed required his cooperation to close his eyes, or if he just didn’t want Jun Moyan to see his changing expressions.
Regardless of which, since Feng Liyan had requested it, he could only comply.
Once Jun Moyan closed his eyes, Feng Liyan gently waved his hand in the air, and a golden, mirror-like object appeared from nowhere.
This was a Magic Artifact called the Mirror of Past Lives, which as the na implies, can show a person’s past lives.
He no longer rembered where he obtained this artifact, but he did recall that it was a toy Wen Xiao’ai played with when she was little.
Feng Liyan put two fingers together, and with fingertips glowing blue, he drew a line in the air across Jun Moyan’s brow, extracting a drop of blood from his brow.
Gazing at the drop of fresh blood above his fingertips, Feng Liyan silently prayed it wouldn’t be what he suspected.
After ntally preparing himself, Feng Liyan injected Jun Moyan’s brow blood into the Mirror of Past Lives, and added a trace of his breath.
When the brow blood and breath fused into the mirror, an image quickly appeared on the surface.
The mirror surface, originally glowing with golden light, turned pitch black, making the images unclear.
This was a dark, lightless place. A chilling, bone-piercing cold emanated from it, so cold as to creep into one’s bones. Even though it was just an image displayed by the Mirror of Past Lives, it made one feel as if they were inside the mirror.
The scene moved slowly forward; though the setting changed, it remained shrouded in a pervasive blackness, with occasional flashes of white figures across the image.
Those were ghosts... so naturally, this was...
Feng Liyan’s heart sank to the bottom, all hopes vanishing into despair.
This was the Netherworld, which all but confird Jun Moyan’s identity.
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