??Chapter 487: 271 Coincidence, all are coincidences (4200)_2
Chapter 487: 271 Coincidence, all are coincidences (4200)_2
“Damn it, I give up.”
Feng Liusi rolled his eyes, his refined deanor completely gone.
“Ignore him, let him adjust himself slowly while standing…”
Casio imdiately turned around, looking at the other two ancient antiques.
One of them was a mural, its once vibrant colors now faded to grey with the passing of ti. The images on the mural were a bit blurred, but careful observation revealed their details.
As he speculated about the specific shapes, Casio’s brow furrowed deeper, and he leaned closer and closer to the glass case. In the end, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face revealed a shocked expression.
The untily voice of Sheng Feinan rang out at this mont.
“Hey, Casio, don’t tell
you broke through too fast and can’t control the Deathfang Power from your acupoints either. Quit acting, Feng Liusi is still standing there stupefied, he can’t even see you mocking him…”
Casio automatically screened out this statent, concentrating his attention even more on the mural. He indeed found sothing unexpected.
In the mural, those vague contours, if Casio wasn’t mistaken, were united in an oval by five patterns.
The five patterns, starting from the top and going clockwise, were:
Mouth, eyes, nose, ears, hands.
The five senses that humans use to perceive and understand the world.
And in the middle of these five patterns, no matter how Casio looked at it, it reminded him of an Ouroboros, a crude ∞.
The Akaba Ruins from the last retrospection, and the Wisdom Rune.
Several key words imdiately linked up in his mind.
He subconsciously touched his chest, the mark of the Wisdom Rune was still there. It was originally known as the Ouroboros, from the mysterious Oyon civilization. It’s said to be one of the Five keystones leading to the endless and infinitely great distance. It can extract the essence of disasters and brew the blood of the spirit. The foundation of Casio’s current combat lies in the continuous enhancent of the Secret Martial Art from the nine parts of the spirit’s blood.
Is this ancient ruin related to Akaba?
Or is the antique ruin where Feng Liusi obtained the secret transmission of Southern Dipper, left behind from the era of the Oyon civilization?! Casio turned his head abruptly to look at Feng Liusi, but soon returned to pondering on the problem.
During his last retrospection, he ventured into the Akada ruins with Duong, the chief core disciple of the Three-eyed Mad Lion Style. The ruins were suspected to be the lair of the Northern Blood Clan, with many old creatures sleeping there.
Beetle swarms, high-ranking blood clans…
Long-forgotten mories surged to his mind, and Casio compared the tilines of the two retrospections This retrospection was three years after the last one, so the changes shouldn’t be too drastic. That group of so-called direct blood clan mbers is probably still living in the ruins.
If the Southern Dipper’s secret transmission really is there, it’s inevitable that there will be a battle. Casio ca back to himself, and exhaled deeply.
He was fortunate to have obtained so useful information. Although it wasn’t certain, at least had specific directions for reference.
With this thought in mind, he studied the patterns for a while longer, confirming his ideas. Then he turned his gaze to the last antique, a heap of architectural ruins from an unknown location.
It could be a wall, a pillar, or even a statue.
Casio thought for a mont and noticed the word “thorns” seed to be written on one of the fragnts. His interest was piqued. Observing from different angles, he obtained so vague phrases.
“The dead.” “Butterflies.” “The ashes of the living.”
The most complete one was a sentence.
“You are fire, you wear flas…”
Casio muttered to himself, feeling vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it sowhere. He was lost in thought for about two minutes before he suddenly ca back to reality, murmuring.
“Falling amidst the blue thorns, sipping the red fever.”
“…”
“You are fire, you wear flas.”
“Painful flas, incinerating the living.”
“The ashes of the living, falling on the love poem of the forehead of death…”
In the Black Rain Villa, along the circular passageway that leads to the Baptism Church, there lies a fragnted sculpture with a verse on its pillar.
A certainty that Casio once held in his expression beca baffled once more. How did he get mixed up with Black Rain Villa again? Or could it be that the Black Rain Villa was also ford during the era of Oyon Civilization?
He was montarily imrsed in the contemplation of the unknown.
All these oddities seed to be connected to that mysterious ancient era, even the Soma Myth and the three fundantal doors of life. There was the organization that knew sothing about it, but was constantly collecting antique relics from ancient tis. All these elents were churning in his mind.
However, due to the scarcity of relevant information, it was not enough to piece together a complete line of relationships. In the end, Casio snapped back to reality, abandoning his intensive contemplation, and suddenly heard the voice of Sheng Feinan.
“Casio, Casio, what’s wrong with you? Yo…Don’t tell
practicing has caused you so hiccups. Since the last ti, Feng Liusi has asked
to keep a close eye on you so you don’t deviate.”
Casio looked away, shook his head, “I’m fine, just stumbled upon so interesting information. I’ll tell you about it when we get back…”
“Oh?” Sheng Feinan’s eyes lit up imdiately and he nodded, “You’re definitely more insightful than that useless old Feng Liusi.”
“Hey, hey, hey, who are you calling old? Acting like I can’t hear you. You’re a sprightly 60-year-old, I can’t even say what I’m thinking.”
Feng Liusi, sohow, had managed to regulate his Deathfang Power that was lurking within him and was leisurely standing to the left of the two.
He walked up step by step, “The more discoveries, the better. We have three today, there’ll be more in the days to co.”
“Mm.” Casio summarily agreed.
Suddenly his heart jumped, his expression flickered. The shallow cross mark on his forehead suddenly glowed red, and sothing in his mind seed to be vibrating. Casio took a stride, teleporting like a ghost to the entrance of Exhibition Hall 05, stopping his footsteps.
A few ters away, a man with black hair stopped as well.
He was pressing his hand against his forehead, his gaze leisurely fixated on Casio. His profound black pupils, much like an abyss, absorbed the light.
The two n said nothing, just stood confronting each other.
It seed as if an invisible whirl of air was spinning and rising, all of a sudden. Behind the man with black hair, a black peacock spread its tail as if standing in a tal-like posture, and its feathers were filled with an elegant but malicious charm.
Behind Casio, a red figure expanded and tore apart. The twisted airflow ford a giant blood-red vulture with overlapping scales. It raised its head and screeched.
At the sa ti.
In the exhibition hall, a purple-haired youth in a light trench coat walked forward with a cold expression, in the company of a young girl.
“Lance, after the antique exhibition, can we go to Ice Ripple Lake in Kula City? I’ve wanted to go there for a long ti, but no one ever went with .” The young girl’s voice was pleasing to the ear, and her dressing sense was not too shabby either. Her paired with long legs, slim waist, and full bust, she seed to have a regular workout routine.
She was good looking with refined features, her black top complinting her milky-white skin. Her combed hair exuded a gentle aura while her eyes held a light of confidence.
“I won’t have the ti.”
Lance was growing impatient, he had made a vow upon coming of age that he would dedicate his life to the sword.
Getting caught up in love would only corrupt such resolve.
The girl before his eyes happens to be Nora, the second core disciple of the East Nine Gates Ringing Water Road. With her remarkable talent and attractive features, she is pretty popular within the core disciples’ community.
For so strange reason, ever since witnessing Lance’s moves at the Eastern Secret Martial Art Exchange, she developed a liking for the cool and aloof Lance. At every gathering of people their age, she would try to find opportunities to chat with him.
This left him quite irritated, any ti he encountered Nora, he would try to avoid her. He ran into her this ti by re coincidence, Lance could only remain cold from start to finish as he tried to squeeze himself deeper into the exhibition.
“Lance~” Nora used her sweet voice again.
Lance’s eyelid twitched hard as he halted, “Don’t talk to
like that, I’ll comply with you, just don’t bother
any longer.” He then forcefully parted the crowd and made way into the mass.
“Ah, wait up, don’t go…wait for …”
Hearing the chatter behind him, Lance quickened his pace.
Suddenly, he felt his entire body tense up. A dangerous aura from a certain direction made his hairs stand. It seed like two abominably fierce wild beasts were standing off against each other.
Lance raised his stiff neck, managing to take a glance in that direction.
Suddenly, he felt his entire body tense up. A dangerous aura from a certain direction made his hairs stand. It seed like two abominably fierce wild beasts were standing off against each other.
Lance raised his stiff neck, managing to take a glance in that direction.
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