Chapter 1657: Chapter 1384: High Wall Welcos Nurous Guests_2
Sure, here is the translated text:
The sun rises and the moon sets; the scars of the epochal battle have gradually been worn away by ti.
Occasionally, mortals passing by feel an unparalleled sense of peace.
Thus, so chose to settle here, and a small mortal town erged.
Around this mystical tree, ten generations have thrived. Their dispositions are extraordinarily serene. Though their lives were ordinary, they lived contentedly, finding happiness in simplicity. Even when faced with hardship, a smile was all it took to carry on.
It wasn’t until the eleventh generation that one individual, seeking a livelihood, decided to beco a storytelling master. In need of a fine wood slab for his performance, he chopped a segnt from the tree in his backyard.
…
As thoughts surged, the first thing Li Fan did was begin digging around the base of the tree.
After realizing the Divine Sense search proved futile, Li Fan had no choice but to rely on manual investigation.
Soon enough, he found the chanical figure discarded hundreds of years ago by that mysterious man.
Buried beneath layers of dust and soil, it was pulled out once more—and yet, it remained pristine.
Not a trace of ti seed to have marred it.
However, the third eye of the chanical figure was inexplicably shut.
No matter how Li Fan attempted to activate it, there was no response.
Toying with the chanical artifact, a faint familiarity stirred within him.
“Luo Fanchen…”
Li Fan’s heart grew heavy.
After a mont of contemplation, Li Fan made a decision.
He took out the white circle [Luo Fanchen] and directed it at the chanical figure.
Luo Fanchen is the physical manifestation of the [Innate] Laws of Taoist essence.
For the past decade, Li Fan had carried the white circle, reflecting on the images that appeared on the Wordless Monunt in his past life.
Attempting to comprehend the Tao encapsulated within.
But to his frustration, no matter how much he ditated, he couldn’t form his own understanding, as he had with other True Immortal Seal Characters.
It was as though…
The [Innate] principles had already unified into one entity—a realm beyond anyone’s grasp.
Li Fan ultimately didn’t demand success. After all, [Hai Zhen] was bound to the white circle, Luo Fanchen, allowing it to be invoked freely; the difference compared to true comprehension wasn’t too substantial.
At that mont, the white circle’s luminous beam locked onto the chanical figure.
Enveloped in the white light, the figure—expected to disintegrate into void—remained intact!
It wasn’t that the figure’s rank surpassed that of Luo Fanchen.
Rather, the light emitted by the white circle changed to green upon sensing the chanical figure.
The shift spared the figure from destruction.
Under the light’s stir, the long-dormant chanical figure awoke, floated to rest on Li Fan’s palm, and opened its third eye.
It seed to be searching for sothing, ceaselessly shifting.
But for so unknown reason, its rotations grew increasingly rapid.
As though losing control, it spun wildly, transforming into a whirling top.
“Is this… broken?”
Li Fan frowned slightly.
He refrained from intervening, allowing the figure to continue spinning.
Soon, Li Fan shifted his gaze to the verdant tree in the courtyard.
“A century ago, the figure pointed to this tree because it had absorbed a layer of material, including an infant’s outer skin.”
“That substance likely held the power of enlightennt and awakening.”
“But over ti, especially after I absorbed it, its effect has diminished to almost nothing, prompting the figure to redirect itself elsewhere.”
“Still, even in its weakened state, it benefits greatly—imagine its potency at its origin.”
Li Fan’s eyes shone as his thoughts deepened: “The white circle, Luo Fanchen, can resonate with the chanical figure—it proves they share a common source.”
“Which indicates… my theory from the past life was indeed correct. That entity suppressed deep within the Dark Prison truly ca from beyond the High Walls.”
Li Fan’s expression beca somber.
Yes, the man’s silhouette that surfaced in the tree’s mory was the skeletal figure Li Fan had encountered in the deepest depths of the Dark Prison in his past life.
A cultivator who called himself Qin Zhuang!
“I used Soul Search but missed this particular mory entirely.”
“Clearly, he masked it with a Secret Technique—what a masterful move!”
Li Fan silently praised, feeling not anger over being deceived but rather a trace of exhilaration.
“He thinks his work flawless, but he fails to realize—wherever a mortal treads, traces remain.”
“While ordinarily such traces are hard to find, before the egalitarian Universal Illusion Array of the Xuanhuang Living Beings, they inevitably surface!”
Li Fan revisited the tree’s mory—the infant crawling out of the sphere.
“Qin Zhuang… Let’s refer to him as such for now.”
“He ca within the High Walls seeking the infant’s whereabouts.”
“So, could the infant also originate from beyond the High Walls?”
“Qin Zhuang is connected to the Heavenly Sword Sect—might the infant be one of them?”
In a flash, countless speculations flooded Li Fan’s Spirit Consciousness.
In this life, the Immortal Alliance Hell had been enveloped by the Universal Illusion Array of the Xuanhuang Living Beings. Qin Zhuang could not avoid falling within the array’s grasp.
However, much like the results from his previous attempt at probing, Qin Zhuang would likely reveal no weak points.
“Twice in a row, nothing…”
“It appears that beyond the High Walls, thods to counter the array are already widely known.”
After contemplating briefly, Li Fan decided against apprehending and interrogating Qin Zhuang.
“If even an Immortal Array can be bypassed, other physical punishnts would be equally futile.”
“I need to upgrade to far more specialized techniques—perhaps once I achieve Unity-Path, new options will erge.”
…
Recollecting himself, Li Fan turned his attention once more to the still-spinning chanical figure.
It showed no signs of halting.
Li Fan mused, observing it carefully.
“At first glance, it appears to be rotating, but each spin is accompanied by varying intervals.”
“Its movents resemble…”
“Simultaneously locating nurous targets, scattered across various regions of the Xuanhuang World.”
Li Fan arrived at an astonishing conclusion.
“Wait a mont, could it be…”
Suddenly, a spark of realization flashed through Li Fan’s Spirit Consciousness.
To confirm his suspicion, Li Fan carried the chanical figure and started heading toward a specific location.
As he approached, sure enough, the frequency at which the figure aligned with Li Fan’s path increased.
Eventually, Li Fan reached his destination.
Looking at the now-still figure, a aningful smile crossed Li Fan’s lips.
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