Chapter 123: Three Hundred Years

emissaries to rest first. Tomorrow we will open the altar for verification and see which one is truly chosen by the Dragon God as a messenger to help my sacred race be reborn.""Grandma, let Qinghua g...Even during the day, Senhai Yuanjie couldn't escape its gloom, and at night it became even more pitch black.

In the pitch-black night, the tiny red flame of the Shenlong incense stood out strikingly.

In the darkness, Su Qiyun's voice rang out: "Wasn't Yan Xiao already dead Why do we still need to burn the Shenlong incense"

Jiang Wang placed the qingqi tree on the ground. A flame flower bloomed from his index finger, floating gently in the air.

The fireworks brought light, illuminating Su Qiyun and Wu Quji's faces, now bright, now dim.

“The swallow is dead, but the ‘Night Raid’ may not be gone yet.” Jiang Wang said.

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According to Su Qiyun's information, the Yan Xiao is closely related to "Night Raid", and it is even possible that the Yan Xiao created "Night Raid".

But the question is, where did Su Qiyun's information come from

From the library of the Sea Clan.

In other words, if you want to look at it pessimistically, if the Sea Saint Clan wants her to find something, then she can only find what they want her to.

As for the truth... who knows

"I don't understand what you mean." Su Qiyun clearly couldn't accept it.

She finally found the culprit behind "Nightfall's Assault" and came to Skull Ridge Forest, desperately avenging Little Fish.

Now Jiang Wang says, since Yan Xiao is dead, 'Night Raid' might not be gone.

Does this not mean that everything she did was useless

Jiang Wang was about to explain when Wu Quji suddenly interrupted them.

“Didn’t you guys just notice…” His voice was laced with confusion: “The swallow's nest seems to be gone”

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The firework Jiang Wang just released was very small, only illuminating the three people in front of him.

When Wu Queji said this, Yan Hua suddenly grew larger, rising into the air and illuminating the open space in front of the wooden house clearly.

The art of fireworks was already mastered by Jiang Wang.

Now they could clearly see that the swallow's nest, where the barn owl had been roosting beneath the eaves of the wooden hut, was gone!

Jiang Wang had been in such a rush to light the Shenlong incense that he hadn't noticed this. Su Qiyun was also preoccupied with thinking about why Jiang Wang had turned back, but Wu Quji observed more carefully.

"What's going on Didn't Yan Xiao die Or did he come back to life" Su Qiyun frowned.

"No, it's already dead. And it won't be resurrected."

Jiang Wang observed his storage box and said, "My Roc's beak is still here. According to records, if a Roc revives, its previous 'corpse' will also disappear."

Su Qiyun cautiously observed her surroundings: "Who can explain why the swallow's nest has disappeared Was there someone else here besides us just now"

“I can’t explain it either, I’m just as confused as you are.” Jiang Wang said, putting aside his doubts and strode into the wooden hut. “Since we’re back, let’s go take a look.”

In the depths of Skull-Hanging Forest, there stood a wooden hut. The barn owl resided under the eaves of the hut.

Just like common folk have swallows before their doors.

>Today the night fell early, the swallow returned to its nest. But the nest suddenly disappeared.

This is bound to be unsettling.

The unknown is the greatest fear.

Both Wu Quji and Su Qiyun were not strangers to fear, but at this moment they found themselves instinctively following Jiang Wang's lead, unwilling to be left alone outside.

A fireflower always floats ahead, like a lantern flower.

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First, we entered the main hall. The furnishings were simple: benches and a wooden table, just as I had seen from outside during the day.

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After coming in, nothing changed.

On either side there was a house, separated by a curtain.

Jiang Wang raised his sword and carefully looked into each room. One was a kitchen with a stove and firewood, the other was a bedroom with a wooden bed.

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There's nothing else.

A very ordinary, very plain wooden house.

Perhaps the only unusual thing about it is that it appears in the Skull Forest.

Jiang Wang didn't say anything, and sat down on a stool in the main hall.

The fireworks hung above the wooden table, like a dangling lamp.

Wu Queji sat opposite him: "Your technique is quite convenient. If everyone were like you, the suspension lamps would be unsalable."

The two of them were sitting on either side of a wooden table. Su Qiyun walked around and chose to sit opposite the front door, obviously unwilling to have her back to the night outside the door.

Fireworks can serve as lanterns because of their exceptional stability.

It's not that you can just control your mana at will, gather a fireball—that certainly can provide light, but the constant loss of mana would surely leave the caster in agony.

Su Qiyun glanced at him and said, "The unique Taoist art of Zuo Guanglie of the Great Chu is far more precious than a hanging lantern."

Wù went to ease her unease and casually brought up a topic, which she readily followed along with.

"Ah," Wu Que said in a low, sullen voice, "I don't know him."

Zuo Guanglie was indeed a prodigious talent, but not everyone knew of him. Especially coming from a small sect like Jinzhimen, just the forces within Qizhou were enough to give him a headache.

He directly asked Jiang Wang, "Aren't you a hereditary nobleman of our Qi state How are you related to the Chu state"

"It's just a kind of sorcery, nothing to do with the matter. Besides, many people have already figured out how to counter Fleeting Blossoms."

This topic Jiang Wang didn't want to discuss further, and changed the subject: "The nights in the Sea of Origin are dangerous. Instead of going out and adventuring in the unknown, it's better to stay here. If anything happens, we can observe it tomorrow morning when it's daylight."

Jiang Wang thought it through very clearly.

The biggest danger in the Hanging Skull Forest is undoubtedly the falcons, but now they are all dead. Compared to other places in the Sunken Sea Realm, this place is relatively safer.

The mysterious disappearance of the swallow's nest is certainly a noteworthy event, but pursuing clues on a night like this is not wise.

Jiang Wang chose to remain still, patiently staying in the wooden house for a night and waiting until dawn before taking action. It was a prudent and cautious choice.

He has even started to prepare for his cultivation.

Wu went about his task with a nonchalance that bordered on indifference. He took a golden needle and inserted it into the wooden table as if testing something.

Su Qiyun then looked at him and said, “Daoist Jiang, you said earlier that Yan Xiao was dead, but ‘Night Raid’ might not have disappeared yet. What did you mean by that”

Jiang Wang knew that she wouldn't pass without satisfying their curiosity. After thinking for a moment, she said, "The old priest told me a story, she said this story shouldn't be heard by others in the Sacred Clan. Now that Qishu is dead, I can tell you guys."

He carefully recounted the story of the venerated predecessor, Master Guanyin.

"I never expected to find such a peculiar man in the Buddhist world." Su Qiyun was clearly moved by the story, sighing with emotion: "The 'Xiangshu' tradition of the Morian Sacred Clan originally comes from this. It's indeed awe-inspiring. No wonder Qingqi Shu..."

From Wu Queji's point of view, things were different: "The sect gave him so many resources, allowed him to cultivate, and helped him become extraordinary. As a result, after he succeeded in his cultivation, he lingered in a foreign land for a woman and refused to return. How could he justify this to his sect How could he justify the enormous amount of resources they had consumed"

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The difference in their backgrounds determined their different perspectives on problem-solving. These are all aspects of the world, and sometimes it's hard to say right from wrong.

Jiang Wang pondered his observations and then spoke of the reason he was telling this story: "Combining the story told by the priest of the Sacred Clan with their history, we can learn that over eight hundred years ago, Yan Xiao appeared and 'sacrificing heads' occurred in the Land of Divine Shade. More than five hundred years ago, under the leadership of Guan Yan, it evolved into the tradition of 'mutual hunting'."

Have you ever thought about what happened during those almost three hundred years in the middle Jiang Wang asked.n't possibly stop him.What really gave him a headache was that seven-colored cloud chariot, which seemed flawless at first glance. Even more so was the figure of Doumian who rushed up from the mountai...