Chapter 630: Chapter 381: A Variety of War Weapons_2
"Dyeing my hair black isn’t difficult," Yan Xiaobao shrugged and said. "If I use a different name, no one will notice anything." He was absolutely certain about this. Although he was a very recognized young man, he believed that his knowledge of herbal medicine could alter his appearance. Just like in his old world, there were many different herbs here that could color someone’s hair. While this wasn’t their primary purpose, they would work well, especially since it couldn’t be seen through. This was not an illusion created by Qi; it was genuine black-dyed hair.
Upon hearing this, Wan Qiao felt somewhat relieved, but she was still worried and wondered if she should order his two Shadows to follow him, even if he left the Divine Domain. If she knew he had two Saints nearby, ready to protect him or help him escape if he were noticed, she would feel much more comfortable.
"There’s no need to decide now," Wan Qiao sighed. Her voice was so low that Yan Xiaobao didn’t hear a single sound. "Let’s focus on the war for now," she continued. "We’ll see what happens afterward. As far as we know, An An could suddenly appear and kill us all." After saying this, Wan Qiao lifted her hand and drew a circle on her chest, praying to the four sacred beasts that it wouldn’t be the case.
Yan Xiaobao finished carving the last inscription and sat on the tree trunk. His forehead was covered with sweat and his breathing was slightly labored. His energy was drained because this was the most challenging inscription he had ever attempted to carve. From the scroll, he had learned a great deal about Wolf Head Attack from the wolves of Yan Xiaobao. When fully activated to its strongest power, this attack could engulf the entire continent, but Yan Xiaobao’s strength was far from accomplishing anything so catastrophic.
Instead, the inscription in his hands now served as a life-saving remedy, capable of instantly killing one, or perhaps two King-level experts. For a King-level inscription, this was astounding, and Yan Xiaobao was very satisfied with its result.
Looking at the army before him, Yan Xiaobao let out a whistle, and after a moment, all the Saints gathered around him. Some looked annoyed, while others seemed excited, but regardless of how they felt, they appeared courteously to see what was happening.
"Tomorrow morning, we will break camp and move out," Yan Xiaobao declared firmly, leaving no room for questions or complaints. Hearing the young man’s resoluteness, every Saint nodded. Those who seemed angry finally smiled, and those excited seemed to amplify their enthusiasm tenfold.
Yan Xiaobao smiled at their eagerness, but he remained exhausted. Once the Saints departed, he leaned back against the tree trunk and slowly drifted into sleep. In his dream, Yan Xiaobao found himself locked in a dark room. The room was engulfed in darkness, with no light shining through. There were no windows, no doors, not even the faintest crack on the walls beside him, nor the slightest fragment of light to be seen.
Yan Xiaobao reached against the walls and found them rough. They felt much like the walls of a mountain, and as he walked along them, he realized he was in a very small but completely sealed cave. How he had ended up in this cave, Yan Xiaobao did not know, and as to whether this truly was a dream, he was powerless to ascertain. Concluding that he could do nothing, Yan Xiaobao sat down and leaned against the jagged walls.
The stone was cold, but it felt as though energy was coursing through the walls. Unfortunately, he couldn’t interact with this energy. No matter what type of energy Yan Xiaobao placed on the walls, it vanished without a trace before having any chance to interact with the energy seemingly running within them.
Just as Yan Xiaobao was about to give up and wait for whatever might happen to him, he was suddenly blinded by a brilliant white light that filled the entire cave. The light was so dazzlingly bright that Yan Xiaobao couldn’t see anything at all.
Yan Xiaobao shielded himself from the light, closing his eyes. Only after the white spots in his vision faded did he dare open his eyes again. Now, the room’s light had dimmed; though it was still present, it was far less intense than before. Yan Xiaobao felt immensely grateful.
He scanned his surroundings and noticed that what he was in seemed to resemble a cave, but before him stood the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Floating before him was a star. While its light had greatly diminished, it was still strikingly clear. Each time he looked directly at it, the sharp light stung Yan Xiaobao’s eyes, causing white spots to appear in his vision.
"What are you?" he asked, unable to stop himself. He felt as though the star before him was no ordinary star, as something about it seemed human. He felt it resembled a beautiful woman, and the unusual thing was that the star trembled slightly. For a brief moment, its light seemed to fade away entirely before returning to its previous form.
"Can’t you speak?" he asked again, and once more the star shuddered. No matter how many times Yan Xiaobao gazed at it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was alive—real. Time flew by. Yan Xiaobao stopped asking questions; he merely sat turned toward the cave, his eyes observing the star’s beauty before him.
Time seemed to dissolve into nothingness. He felt as though he had been sitting in front of the star for eternity, yet it felt as though only a moment had passed. When he saw part of the cave’s wall collapse, he couldn’t determine how long it had been. Slowly, light began filtering through the wall. The light entered the cave, mingling with the star’s glow as one stone after another hit the ground, only to vanish into thin air. When the final stone fell, and he stepped out of the cave into his Dantian Cave, Yan Xiaobao was utterly bewildered. His Qi Spiral rotated endlessly within the cave. It was a place where one strange phenomenon after another emerged. As he turned, he saw the star shining brightly as its gentle light radiated out of the cave and into his Dantian Cave.
Surveying his surroundings, Yan Xiaobao was stunned to realize the cave he was in was actually a new phenomenon. As for what it did, he didn’t know, but he suddenly understood why he felt the star was sentient and capable of responding to words. Every phenomenon was tied to his past lives, and as he examined them, he felt an intimate connection with them—even the greedy and troublesome green pearl.
Yan Xiaobao sat within the Dantian Cave, observing all the opened caves. Two were already merged; the blue cloud and the red fog. There was the green pearl, which only helped when it chose to. There were wings that required martial power to operate, and there was a gemstone pulsing with energy. And now, Yan Xiaobao had finally encountered a mysterious star. Out of a total of nine caves, six were now opened. Though they were opened, merging with them was still a long road ahead. To merge with phenomena from past lives required interaction with them, something Yan Xiaobao hadn’t done in a very long time.
Yan Xiaobao opened his eyes and saw Wan Qiao patiently sitting beside him, waiting for him to wake. The camp had disappeared, and all the beasts were lined up, silently watching Yan Xiaobao as they waited for him to awaken.
Before slowly standing up and stretching his body, his face hinted at a shy smile. "Sorry," he said with a slightly awkward laugh, "I met a star." Yan Xiaobao slowly stood up, smiling sheepishly, fully aware that he had left over forty thousand beasts waiting for him to wake. "Why didn’t they wake me," he muttered to himself, feeling his face slightly flush. Clearing his throat, he once again entered his Dantian Cave and headed straight for the martial wings. These wings were golden and were visibly crafted by Wu Wei. As to why he possessed them, he had no idea. He was deeply curious about what kind of life these wings carried. He felt overwhelming power emanating from them, but he also felt their calmness, and due to their gentle nature, he named them the Angels.
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