area51novel Chapter 42 Assassin's Potion and Abyss Murals
Chapter 42 Assassin's Potion and Abyss Murals
"Sealed?" Yamamoto asked, puzzled. "Who created such a world and sealed these 'doors' inside?"
"Perhaps... we'll find out once we get inside." The monk looked deeper into the mountains and said, "Let's go, this time let's see what's in there."
Yamamoto looked up at the doors in the sky again, then lowered his head and followed the monk forward.
The journey ahead became increasingly unsettling.
This world seems to be filled with an evil aura, as if someone is constantly whispering seductive words in your ear, making you unconsciously want to succumb.
Even Yamamoto felt as if the darkness within him had been awakened.
Although he wasn't a good person himself, he could still distinguish basic principles, but now he even had an impulse to draw his sword against the monk!
"Monk..."
After walking a dozen or so steps, he finally stopped and said to the monk in a deep voice, "Let's wait a bit."
The monk stopped and looked at Yamamoto beside him, saying, "Are you about to give up?"
"No, it's just that this world feels very strange to me," Yamamoto said in a deep voice. "If we continue to move forward rashly, I'm worried that we might fall into some kind of trap."
"It is indeed a bit strange." The monk had also noticed it, but he was stronger, or rather, his realm and status were higher, so he was far less affected than Yamamoto.
But the babbling that echoed in his ears did indeed give him an impulse to fall into depravity.
"But let's take two more steps forward; the end of the valley is just ahead."
This is a valley in this mountain range, and the monk's intuition tells him that there is something at the end of this valley.
Yamamoto didn't object when he heard this. He just felt a little uncomfortable, but that didn't mean he couldn't go any further.
"This is?"
After walking a few dozen meters, they saw the huge black mountain wall in front of them, but there were many corpses inside the mountain wall.
Some of these corpses have been washed away by time, leaving only bones, while most are slightly decomposed, and one body is still relatively intact, appearing to have died less than a hundred years ago.
These people were unrecognizable; their clothing was completely different from that of the Soul Society, and none of them were wearing Shinigami uniforms.
Compared to Soul Society, it's more like the style of some humans in the human world, such as knights wearing plate armor, humans wielding rapiers, or women wearing noble robes.
Yamamoto walked up to the body of a woman. She was wearing a long blue dress, and although her face had decomposed over time, it was still possible to tell that she had been a beauty in life.
Of course, Yamamoto was not attracted by the woman's beauty, but by a book, or rather a notebook, in her hand.
Yamamoto thought that perhaps the woman's identity could be gleaned from this notebook.
He took it from the woman's hand and turned the page.
However, the text on it was crooked and he couldn't understand it at all.
"Monk..."
Yamamoto looked at the monk, but found that the monk was not paying attention to the corpses, but was looking further ahead.
After hearing Yamamoto's words, the monk turned around and asked, "Did you discover anything?"
"I can't understand the writing in this notebook."
Yamamoto walked over, handed the notebook to the monk, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
The monk did not answer the question, but instead took the notebook, glanced at it, and said:
"This is written in Latin, of course you can't understand it."
The monk looked at the contents and murmured, "Assassin's Potion... Sequence Nine Main Ingredients: Roots of Shadow Poison Flower, Black Feathers of Serpent Bird; Auxiliary Ingredients: 100ml of concentrated vinegar, three petals of Shadow Poison Flower, 10 drops of Buttercup Oil, one live spider."
"Sequence Eight..."
Yamamoto became even more confused by the monk's words and asked, "What is this thing?"
"It looks like some kind of medicine," the monk said truthfully. "Assassin's Potion, is it a poison used by assassins? Or perhaps..."
He didn't say what he was going to say next, clearly he was also unsure.
"Potion..." Yamamoto frowned upon hearing this, as he had never heard of such a thing before.
This is a force independent of the Jetavana Monastery's knowledge system.
The monk couldn't figure it out either, so he returned the book to Yamamoto, since he had already memorized all the contents.
He then continued looking ahead.
Yamamoto cannot see them; only those who have had their bodies transformed by the power of the Soul King and have surpassed the Grim Reaper can see them. On the black mountain wall, there are huge murals.
The walls in this valley are unimaginably enormous, stretching upwards, leftwards, and rightwards into endless darkness, as if they were the boundary of this abyss, the foundation supporting some enormous void.
The mural almost completely covers this side of the mountain wall.
Once the monk focused his attention, he felt as if the mountain wall was wriggling with life, as if wriggling insects formed the content of the mural, which was terrifying to look at.
On the far left of the mural is a pure, jet-black mass, devoid of lines and color, a state of absolute nothingness. Yet, when the monk's gaze falls upon it, a sharp pain pierces his soul, as if a warning against exploring a history that should not be explored!
The monk's ability is to manipulate black, but even he can't see through this pitch-black rock wall!
He continued reading and saw the darkness suddenly torn apart.
The scene suddenly turned violent and chaotic, with countless indescribable, gigantic shapes entangled, fighting, and disintegrating!
Some are like mountain ranges, their scales covered with burning runes; some are like multi-eyed stars, their tentacles piercing through the clouds and the earth; some are simply pure disaster itself, the raging floods frozen into roaring sculptures, the burning sky transformed into an eternal wall of fire, and the earth cracked open into abyss-like gaping maws.
This seems like a war, a massive war affecting the entire world.
If someone were truly capable of waging such a war, then...
Perhaps only God?
The artist who carved this mural is unknown, but the skill of the sculptor is breathtaking. Every scar, every piece of shattered shell, and every twisted torrent of energy is filled with a primal and savage sense of power, as if it will burst out of the wall at any moment and crush the viewer.
The world depicted in the murals, amidst the struggles of these ancient deities, resembles a tattered rag that has been repeatedly torn apart and haphazardly pieced back together!
This series of interconnected images, seemingly scattered, are actually a unified whole, and the combined content constitutes an ancient...
The Era of the Warring States!
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