487: Chapter 145: Burning Fire Bone Lotus_1 487: Chapter 145: Burning Fire Bone Lotus_1 “What’s the matter?” Jiang Wang sensed Qinghuo Qiming’s hesitation and asked.
“The white bone lotus on your back…”
“Unnerving?”
“A bit.” Qinghuo Qiming chose his words very cautiously.
This was really unlike soone of high status and influence.
Given the fire temple’s architecture, the Wu Zhu’s status should be quite high.
“A mark left by an Evil God has long lost its influence,” said Jiang Wang casually, then asked, “Can you remove it?”
He had long refrained from using Bone Tao’s secret techniques, but the pattern of the white bone lotus on his spine had not faded.
It might be a mark that couldn’t be erased after coming into contact with the secret techniques passed down from the Bone Respecting God, or perhaps it would only disappear when the Bone Respecting God was completely annihilated.
Another possibility could be due to the presence of Jiang Yan in the Tongtian Palace.
But Jiang Yan remained one of the unsolved issues to this day.
Since he hadn’t noticed any effects from the white bone lotus on ordinary days, Jiang Wang obviously couldn’t just excise that layer of skin; he had no choice but to put aside the matter.
Qinghuo Qiming paused for a mont, then replied, “I am not familiar with the realm of deities, so it’s not advisable for to attempt it on you.”
It was unclear whether he truly couldn’t do it, or whether he had reservations.
Jiang Wang did not insist, “Then let’s just leave it.”
“However,” Qinghuo Qiming said, “if you do not require the power of the Evil God, I can help you place the fire totem beneath this white bone lotus.
It might help suppress it sowhat and eliminate hidden dangers.”
“Could it cause any undesirable consequences?” Jiang Wang pondered the downside before considering victory.
“If the two patterns don’t combine well…” Qinghuo Qiming thought for a while, then said sowhat uncertainly, “It might not look very nice?”
Jiang Wang: …
“I’m referring to the cultivation aspect,” Jiang Wang said.
Qinghuo Qiming replied, “The totem is part of our Floating Land’s way of cultivation, which has been passed down for countless ages.
Does your way of cultivation bring any harm to you?”
Jiang Wang had no further objections, “Let’s do as you suggest.”
From the Forest Sea Source Realm to the sand sea of the Hidden Star World, and then to the Floating Land, Jiang Yan had been quiet for many days.
It was unclear whether he was in slumber or in closed-door cultivation.
This fire totem might give him a “surprise.”
With a flaming dagger in hand, Qinghuo Qiming began to inscribe on Jiang Wang’s back.
The fla seared the skin without damaging the flesh but left a crimson mark.
The process of “touching green” was accompanied by a very intense burning pain.
According to Qinghuo Qiming, this was the process of communication with the power of the totem; pain was inevitable.
Jiang Wang was allowed to scream if he couldn’t bear it, but he was advised not to move—it was customary to bind the person to prevent movent from pain during the process.
Naturaly, Jiang Wang wouldn’t agree.
It was foolish to render oneself as helpless as a fish on the chopping board under any circumstances.
In the end, Qinghuo Qiming could only begin as such.
What surprised him was that throughout the process, Jiang Wang remained as still as a statue.
It’s worth noting that his Fire Worship Dagger was a treasure passed down among the Celebrating Fire Division Wu Zhu.
The fire didn’t harm flesh; instead, it inscribed the spirit.
The fire totem wasn’t directly inscribed by the Wu Zhu, but naturally generated on the body after the spirit had been inscribed.
It looked like tattooing, but it was fundantally different.
Over ti, however, the term “touching green” continued to be used.
So this kind of pain was at the spiritual soul level and was not sothing ordinary people could endure.
The bulging veins on his neck possibly illustrated the pain, but the skin near the area where Qinghuo Qiming was “inscribing” was forcibly kept relatively relaxed.
This was to avoid affecting the totem’s “inscription” and to achieve the best outco.
This terrifying will and control reminded Qinghuo Qiming of a man his foster father had ntioned repeatedly, that once-in-a-generation powerhouse from the Celebrating Fire Division.
It was said that he behaved similarly during “touching green.” Such poise made the mory fresh for his foster father, who had been a Wu Zhu all his life.
Sadly, that man had long since fallen into Dark Heaven…
When everything was finished, Qinghuo Qiming put away the Fire Worship Dagger and took out a dull grey cloth from a box, and wiped Jiang Wang’s back with it.
Oddly enough, after this one wipe, the sensation of burning pain instantly disappeared.
Jiang Wang’s entire being relaxed, only then realizing that his forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
“Is it done?” he asked, feeling drained.
“The totem has been created, but it still needs to be infused with totem power,” Qinghuo Qiming said as he packed up his things.
“The Clan Leader has already allocated a portion for .”
Jiang Wang casually asked, “What’s the story behind this piece of grey cloth?”
Qinghuo Qiming smiled without speaking.
Thus, Jiang Wang understood that it was likely a secret of the Celebrating Fire Division’s Wu Zhu, not to be casually disclosed.
He didn’t mind and, with a hand gesture, conjured a water mirror and placed it behind his back.
Then he turned to look at the pattern in the mirror.
What he saw was a fla of bright red, as if burning; above it, a white bone lotus appeared to be blooming.
The red and white contrasted with each other, each casting a faint gleam.
The bizarre feeling of the white bone lotus was neutralized, while the intensity of the bright red fla seed sowhat softened.
Even disregarding their symbolic significance, it was a very beautiful pattern.
Jiang Wang silently observed it for a while, his mind involuntarily recalling certain images, and so he waved his hand and dispersed the water mirror.
Seeing his expression, Qinghuo Qiming suddenly asked, “In your world beyond the Celestial Sky, what is the current state of deities?”
Jiang Wang shook his head, “The era when the divine path was highly prospering is history.
Those I’ve encountered…
it’s better not to ntion them.
In general, righteous deities are still revered and receive so offerings.
Evil deities are despised, and they can only spread their faith stealthily.
However, not all deities require faith.
The divine path is a complex cultivation system that I don’t quite understand.”
Qinghuo Qiming then said, intentionally or otherwise, “In our Floating Land, what is called a ‘deity’ receives no faith at all.”
“Why?”
“Deities have ‘self,’ and with ‘self’ cos selfishness.
But if they cannot be selfless, how can they be worthy of being deities?
Therefore, deity is a paradox.
We people of the Floating Land believe that true deities do not exist.
What exists are only thieves of the origin, little thieves of faith.”
Deities have “self,” and with “self” cos selfishness!
This was the first ti Jiang Wang had heard such a notion, yet it seed very reasonable to him.
To have such awareness ant that the Floating Land was truly an incredible world.
Jiang Wang shook his head and said, “I have never believed in deities.”
He understood Qinghuo Qiming’s reminder.
The other party misunderstood that he might hold reverence for the deity represented by the white bone lotus.
Seeing Jiang Wang’s clear position, Qinghuo Qiming didn’t say more and walked in with the box, “Co with to the back room.”
Jiang Wang got up from his seat and followed Qinghuo Qiming into the back of the fire temple, through a long corridor that sloped downward, flanked by tall torches.
Turning left at the fork, at the end of the path, was a dark chamber.
This place must be deep underground.
The layout was extrely simple, with flas burning in suspension at each of the four corners.
In the center of the dark chamber was a pool paved with dark red bricks.
At that mont, the pool was empty, allowing one to see the intricate fla patterns drawn at the bottom and around the walls, seemingly part of an integrated scene, as if narrating sothing.
But the style was unique to this world; despite Jiang Wang’s careful inspection, he could not decipher it.
“Um,” Qinghuo Qiming said sowhat awkwardly, “you were supposed to soak in the totem pool for a while, but now, just squat by the edge of the pool and put your hands in.”
Jiang Wang had guessed what this place was for, and upon hearing this, he couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids.
This Celebrating Fire Division was really scrimping to the extre!
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