Chapter 298: Chapter 198 Painter’s Sche_3
Once lost, he only needed to recite the spell, and the anchor point would appear. He just had to grab the anchor point to return to the predetermined “present.”
After settling these matters, the painter began chanting the spell, entering the “future” domain of ti.
Before him, tens of thousands of white threads appeared. He parted the threads and stepped into the “future.”
The terrain of the Ninth Zone was extrely small. After the painter entered the “future” Ninth Zone, his energy consumption slowed significantly, and the images he saw were no longer fragnted.
He had truly stepped into the future’s Ninth Zone.
The ti within the “future” domain flowed at a speed dozens of tis faster than reality.
After wandering through the Ninth Zone for a few minutes, the painter saw Zhou Xuan and Gu Ling enter the Ninth Zone.
The painter hid behind the bookshelves, restrained his aura, and stealthily observed which books Zhou Xuan wanted to borrow.
Through the gaps in the shelves, he saw Zhou Xuan holding a book titled “Curse Symbol Imprint.”
In mysticism, there is a rather blunt but widely accepted theory: that whether it’s Taoist spells, witchcraft, or Buddhist spells, they are rely certain combinations of symbols and imprints.
The book in Zhou Xuan’s hands was a classic that delved into “Seal Formation Theory.”
“Lingzi, I’ve finished reading it.”
“It’s not easy to enter the Ninth Zone. Why not take a closer look?”
“Shh, wait a mont, there’s sothing in the Ninth Zone.” Zhou Xuan placed a finger on his lips and stepped cautiously toward the painter.
The ti domain was unlike the temporal gap created by Zhou Xuan’s Wash Away Injustice Talisman.
The so-called return to the past in a temporal gap was rely a matter of hiding in the gap and glimpsing images of the past.
But the “past” and “future” in the ti domain were the true past and the true future.
The painter could see the “future” Zhou Xuan, and at the sa ti, the “future” Zhou Xuan could see the painter.
However, the painter did not want to be seen by Zhou Xuan, so he chanted a spell, causing the ti anchor to appear in front of him. He placed his hand on the anchor and returned to the predetermined “present” anchor point.
In the instant before he disappeared, he still heard the “future” Zhou Xuan speaking near his ear.
“Huh, where did he go?”
A flash of white light crossed the painter’s vision, and the corner pages of books in the Ninth Zone’s four corners turned charred black.
“How is Zhou Xuan’s perception so strong?”
There were only Gu Ling and Zhou Xuan in the Ninth Zone.
The painter understood Gu Ling. Her perception was not that strong; she absolutely couldn’t discover soone who had concealed their aura so well.
There was only one possibility: Zhou Xuan had detected him.
“In less than three incense sticks’ ti, his perception has beco this sharp. Even a Blood Well Spirit Communicator couldn’t match that. Zhou Xuan is truly a genius.”
The painter walked straight to the twelfth bookshelf, took down “Curse Symbol Imprint,” and before the Ninth Zone’s main gate, he picked up the borrowing record book and wrote down the “book title,” “borrowing ti,” and even filled in the address—Yongxiang Avenue Baiyu Tea House.
He attached the completed borrowing record back to the main gate, tucked the book under his arm, and left the Ninth Zone.
…
“Young Master, congratulations on successfully earning access to the Ninth Zone of the library.”
On the phone, Gu Ling’s voice was as sweet as that of a gold-standard custor service representative.
“I’ll be right there.”
Zhou Xuan hung up the phone and drove out.
The Ninth Zone held the final part of the “Blood Well Enlightennt Scripture,” which was crucial for investigating the grand plan of the Ancient Tattoo Clan.
After parking near the Li Yuan Building, Zhou Xuan took the elevator up. Gu Ling, as before, was waiting at the elevator entrance.
This ti, upon eting Zhou Xuan, Gu Ling mysteriously pulled him into a corner and asked, “Did you play a major role in awakening the Heavenly God this ti?”
“What Heavenly God?”
“Don’t play dumb.” Gu Ling analyzed seriously, “Li Chengfeng has been researching the thod to awaken the Heavenly God for so many years, and it has never worked. There’s been no news lately either. If he could awaken the Heavenly God on his own, that would be too ridiculous.”
“I’m just a disciple at the level of two incense sticks. Isn’t it equally ridiculous to think I could awaken a Heavenly God?”
“You’re different. Even your tattoos can help transcend the shackles of Heavenly God pathways. Miracles happening with you are things I can still comprehend.”
Gu Ling evaluated with earnest conviction.
“The Heavenly God has already awakened, so asking who awakened it is aningless.”
Zhou Xuan didn’t want to delve deeper into this topic. How else could he explain? “I originally intended to fool you bunch of Bone Elders but ended up waking up your ancestor instead.”
“So you admit you awakened the Heavenly God?”
“Not important.” Zhou Xuan walked toward the library.
“Young Master, if it really was you who awakened the Heavenly God, then you must have terrifying power and insight. Can you help …”
Gu Ling’s agenda was becoming clear now.
“Help you with what?”
“Help enter the Seven Incense Sticks level.”
“…” Zhou Xuan.
Oh, Gu Ling, I’m really not a god.
Zhou Xuan pointed to the tip of his nose, chuckled bitterly, and said, “If I had that ability, I’d use it on myself first. I’d beco the chairman of your Bone Elder Association, then exploit every one of you Bone Elders. Each one of you would have to offer fifty-one percent of your family’s assets first, and even the person folding quilts in my house would have to be a Bone Elder Scholar.”
Gu Ling: “…”
…
Upon entering the library, Zhou Xuan once again felt the aura of knowledge, an intoxicating scent.
The first four zones had already been scoured by Zhou Xuan. He started anew from the Fifth Zone.
In the Fifth and Sixth Zones, Zhou Xuan found three segnts of talismanic scripts, respectively.
In the Seventh and Eighth Zones, the number of talismanic scripts beca rather pitiful—each zone yielding only one.
When he entered the Ninth Zone, there wasn’t even a single segnt.
“Impossible, right?”
Zhou Xuan extended his perception into the Wash Away Injustice Talisman, wandering back and forth among a dozen bookshelves, but indeed, he found not a single segnt of talismanic script.
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