Chapter 804: Chapter 620: Truth Link
Fire Technique Sanctuary’s True Na: Qikara, the Killing Tribulation Fire, race: Beastman.
This also explains why he can vaguely sense hidden spaces in the Dead City, while Ash and the others cannot — his Space Faction has already reached the Holy Domain Realm.
This is the racial talent of the Beastman Mage, sothing to be envied but not replicated.
“I heard that other nations discriminate against beastn, is that true? But I’m so handso, I’d definitely be sought after in other countries, right?”
“She’s your prisoner, I’m your slave, so my status should be higher than hers, right? The intelligence I know about the Four Pillars God Sect is no less than hers; you can ask whatever you want! It can’t be that the status of a Holy Sanctuary Mage like is lower than that of a Two-winged Mage, right?”
“You wouldn’t join other sects, would you? Or do you want to establish your own sect? How about we find a way to kill Silver Lamp, let Ash take the sensory throne of the rcury Wooden Horse, and control the Four Pillars God Sect?”
“If you don’t want to spend money keeping , just let do so occasional looting! All of us from the Tribulation Fire Holy Temple are great at killing and burning, just ask that Black Crow! I’m easy to support and very capable, absolutely worth it!”
Ash is very certain that being a chatterbox is definitely not a racial trait of Beastman Mages.
Whether it was the Four Pillars God’s Sect that made him this way, or he was naturally like this, Qikara didn’t hide his true self at all, promoting himself boldly.
Unlike his rugged appearance, he possesses an unexpectedly docile and compliant characteristic that doesn’t match a Holy Sanctuary Mage, naturally entering a slave status and trying to elevate his own status. Igula initially thought Qikara was rely pretending to act naive to lower their guard, but after carefully discerning, he found Qikara seed genuinely a bit simple-minded.
One could say that perhaps the Beastman Mage’s racial talent is a form of compensation.
And facing strangers, Harvey naturally resorted to his tried-and-true classic topic: “What pattern of livor mortis do you like?”
“Red Lotus Karma Fire!” Qikara answered imdiately.
“Alright.” Harvey also beca intrigued, “A livor mortis pattern like burning flas, huh? I’ve never tried that.”
Seeing these two engage in pleasant conversation, Ash couldn’t help but marvel at Senluo’s biodiversity — it was his first ti witnessing soone who could keep up with Harvey’s train of thought without prior conditioning.
Under Qikara’s sensory guidance, they quickly found the hidden space location. It actually wasn’t hidden very deeply, just in the church ruins in the center of the Dead City, visible while they flew over — a glimring deep-blue door.
They landed in front of the ruins, staring at the blue door flashing every two seconds, exchanging puzzled glances.
“That’s odd, I rember passing by here during the day, and I didn’t see this door.” Qikara scratched his head.
“Why didn’t you ntion this information earlier?” Ash, seeing the door, confird that Qikara wasn’t lying: “If there’s a way out inside, maybe things wouldn’t have escalated to that scene.”
Qikara said, “I actually told Monde (Gun Technique Sanctuary) and Satapol (Wind Skill Sanctuary), but Monde said it’s not too late to explore inside if killing you guys doesn’t work.”
The Beastman paused and said, “Probably because Monde was angry. He favors the Lord of Billion Glories more.”
The Lord of Billion Glories, also known as the tyrant.
Ash and the others didn’t expect that among the three from the Holy Domain, the one with the worst temper wasn’t the seemingly hot-headed Qikara, but the cold and silent Monde. Perhaps during the discussions on faith with Black Crow, when he couldn’t win the argunt, the seed of hatred had already started to sprout.
“Which side do you align with?”
“? I want them all.” Qikara straightened his back, still carrying the coffin firmly: “The courage of the Lord of Billion Glories, the wisdom of the Lord of Wind, Rain, and Snow, the divine chanism of the Everlasting Blazing Heart, the joy of the Dreamy Free Spirit, why would I give up any of them? Ah, why hasn’t the Four Pillars God chosen for the sense post?”
Perhaps they don’t want to know what it’s like to experience simple-mindedness… Igula glanced at the blue door that sotis disappeared and reappeared, frowning: “Is this a chanism that only appears at night?”
“Not necessarily,” Ash said, “Don’t forget, we are in a state where seconds feel like years, but inanimate objects are unaffected. At this slowed ti rate, we can see this flashing blue door.”
“In normal ti passage, we couldn’t possibly notice this door, at most it’d be a fleeting glimr in our vision, but we’d just think it’s… an illusion.”
At this mont, Gwen tugged at Igula’s sleeve, then pointed at the clean, level ground. Understanding her aning, Igula nodded and said, “With such an obvious door, others trapped in the ti cage will eventually find this place. The ground is free of stones or even dust, indicating soone ca here not long ago — rcury Wooden Horse said she conducted repeated experints in the Dead City, this must be traces left by those people.”
Ash suddenly realized sothing: “In other words, Silver Lamp can also find this place… Could she already be inside?”
“It’s possible, the Sanctuary’s core could very likely be hidden inside, and she might have already gotten it,” Igula said, “But this is the first ti I wouldn’t mind if she succeeded, as getting the ‘Sanctuary’ would help us escape the ti cage as well — it’s just that in over two hundred years, no one has been able to take the ‘Sanctuary,’ so I remain pessimistic.”
Ash said, “By the way, was Silver Lamp really manipulated by the rcury Wooden Horse?”
“What do you an?”
“She doesn’t seem like the type to be trapped by the rcury Wooden Horse all day without taking action,” Ash said. “Is it possible that her original goal was to enter the Dead City at night?”
“Impossible!” Igula shook his head firmly. “Silver Lamp isn’t a fool. Even if she knows the secret of the Dead City, there’s no need to enter the notorious Dead City herself. She could have easily handed the information to others, let them take the risk, and then she could seize the fruits of victory—That’s Silver Lamp’s mindset.”
That’s right, this is Silver Lamp’s mindset, calculating and cautious, by any ans necessary. Igula had thoroughly studied Silver Lamp’s character, but Ash still held on to his own view.
“Caution is rely her way of disguising herself,” Ash said seriously. “Deep down, she’s a romantic and radical idealist.”
Igula was silent for a mont. “You might as well call her a madwoman.”
Without much hesitation, the group activated their Holy Domain and swiftly passed through during the two seconds the Blue Gate lasted.
Then, suddenly, clarity erged.
They arrived in a clean and bright hall, stepping on the seamless pure white floor, where they could see their blurry reflections, and everyone beca illuminated.
As if the ruins and decay of the Dead City on the other side of the Blue Gate were just a dream.
In the corridor of the hall was a massive wall of mist, with faint golden runes etched within the illusory fog. When Ash looked at the golden runes, countless thoughts involuntarily surged in his mind: “Why can the Mirror of Flowers so easily alter a person’s body structure?” “Why can the Twin Abyss create a perfect duplicate?” “Why doesn’t Senluo have an Abyss?” “Why is there a noose green at night?”…
He quickly diverted his gaze, and the storm of thoughts in his mind slowly subsided. Harvey was in a similar state, letting out a muffled hum as he turned his head away; Black Crow seed unaffected, while Qikara even made a retching sound.
Only Igula was engrossed, staring at the golden texts, muttering to himself, instinctively pulling out a Space Card, and taking out paper and pen to scribble. He accidentally wrote too fast, and the pen flew away, with Gwen promptly catching it and handing it back to him.
“What is this?” Ash couldn’t help but ask.
“Truth Link,” surprisingly, it was Qikara who answered. “I never expected to find such a rare thing here…”
Indeed, it was extrely rare; Ash and the others had traversed half of Senluo without encountering anything like it. The Beastman gave his own head a hard punch, then beca much clearer, turning his back to the mist wall as he explained to them: “‘Truth Link’ is a knowledge transmission chanism from the Gray Fox Era. Those birdn of Gray Fox are very odd; they don’t like directly conveying knowledge to others, requiring apprentices to deduce the truths they’ve discovered step by step…”
Qikara’s rambling took a while for Ash and the others to understand the purpose of the Truth Link—in simple terms, it’s a learning aid.
Normal learning aids can’t avoid external guidance, such as questioning, prompting, and hints. But the special aspect of the “Truth Link” lies in its ability to only incite thought processes, with all information deriving from one’s existing knowledge, allowing anyone to forcefully deduce the truth the “Truth Link” points to on their own.
For example, if there were a Truth Link outlining “L’Hospital’s Rule,” even a primary school student would be able to deduce L’Hospital’s Rule through successively linking from existing knowledge.
So it’s no wonder Ash and the others found it strange—why not just state the truth directly? Why complicate things over such details? Just for education?
Is heightened productivity so remarkable?
Harvey walked up to the mist wall, attempting to reach through, only to indeed be blocked by it.
This ti, the mist wall displayed words everyone could understand: “You lack qualification.”
“So, we have to deduce this truth to qualify to pass through the mist wall?” Ash scratched his head. “What if we can’t deduce it—”
“Exactly, that’s the only possibility!”
While they were discussing, Igula had unconsciously written several pages.
He looked at the golden texts on the mist wall, displaying an expression of fear not befitting a swindler, as if both dreading sothing and yearning for sothing: “Yes, that’s the only possibility, there are no other possibilities…”
Ash moved over in two large steps, placing his hands on his shoulders, covering his eyes: “Igula, take a deep breath.”
The swindler listened and complied, but the white porcelain face still flushed with excitent: “Ash, listen to , you have to believe what I’m saying…”
“Of course, I believe you,” Ash said. “Count to three, then tell the truth you’ve deduced.”
Igula let out a long breath, and after a mont, he calmly said, “Ash.”
“Senluo is not real.”
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