Chapter 13 (2/2)

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Almost simultaneously, the mighty figure who was walking away seemed to sense something. Stopping abruptly, he looked back suddenly. As if travelling across time, that single glance back shot right to Lin Xun from afar.

For an instant, Lin Xun felt like being struck by a thunder and a roar rang out from the depths of his soul. Those scenes inside his head collapsed like broken glasses.

Meanwhile, he couldn’t help but cough up a mouthful of blood, his originally pale and young face turning bluish white.

He was trembling violently and uncontrolledly, feeling his soul torn inch by inch. He was overwhelmed by an indescribable pain which was so strong that it seemed as if he would die in the next second.

And the cause for all this was just a small droplet of blood on the last page of the title-less scroll.

Now the scroll was still on its last page, and the inscribing pen lay silently beside it.

The blood Lin Xun just coughed up was accidentally daubed over the last page, soaking the paper red. But now Lin Xun couldn’t attend to this as he could feel that his qi-function was rapidly weakening, and his soul was about to collapse, as if he would die soon.

Why was that?

Lin Xun was confused and startled. Master Lu told him that there lay a shocking secret in the scroll and the pen, which if unveiled, even someone like him, whose Spiritual Vein had been ripped away, would have the ability to defy the god and change his fate.

But Lin Xun never expected that such accident would occur when he began to crack the secret.

He saw those incredible scenes, the terrifying way in which that mighty figure struck the Gate of Stars, the destruction of the heaven and earth with all living creatures incinerated. What a doomsday!

It was also because of it that the Qi and blood throughout his whole body was in turmoil. His soul, as if struck by a thunder, could no longer stop Qi from flowing away from his body.

What on earth was this about?

Was everyone who saw this doomed to die?

No!

Master Lu must have seen all this, but he survived. Why couldn’t I?

At the thought of this, it dawned on Lin Xun that it was all because of his poor cultivation and endurance that he came to death’s door.

The fact was just as he speculated. In the past years, every practitioner who got the scroll and the pen was mighty with strong and transcendent power. These scenes that dazzled Lin Xun would not cause much turmoil in their minds.

This was not the case with Lin Xun, who just reached the second level of Martial Realm, Inner Strong. Worse still, he got weak and sluggish meridians and veins with an indelible injury. It would not be hard to image how big the shock and impact he suffered after witnessing those scenes.

Were it not for his amazing perseverance, he would have crashed down long ago.

Even if he was still alive, he was not far from death.

Lin Xun didn’t panic. It was his habit formed from childhood to regain calmness and ease soon in difficulties. However, it was the same cool head leading him to conclude that he could not stop the passage of life with his present cultivation.

What to do now?

Lin Xun cast his gaze upon the last page of the scroll. Seeing that the weird pattern on the last page of the scroll was soaked red by his blood, he instinctively frowned.

The weird pattern didn’t look like a spiritual tattoo. Fragmentary, dim, chaotic or intricate, it was really hard to find an exact word to describe its weirdness.

Were the scenes he saw a moment ago all deduced from this weird pattern?

Lin Xun couldn’t tell what was happening with him. He was surely dying yet he just couldn’t get his attention from the weird pattern.

“If this pattern is a fragmentary tattoo I’ve never known about, then who inscribed it?”

Lin Xun thought of the bold figure standing alone on the top of the mountains, and then his gaze fell on the cyan inscribing pen on the side of the desk.

Was this the pen that was used to inscribe the weird pattern?

Hard to tell whether it was a whim or a flash of inspiration, Lin Xun grabbed the cyan inscribing pen. Taking a deep breath, he then landed the tip of the pen on the weird pattern while fighting hard to endure the pain and suffering throughout his body.

The tip of the pen was sharp like a blade and dull in color. When the grey black pen touched the weird pattern, nothing special happened.

Just as Lin Xun was feeling slightly disappointed in heart, his pupils contracted all of a sudden. The stains of the blood he coughed up to the last page started wriggling and were silently absorbed by the inscribing pen in his hand.

Clang!

A clear voice appeared like a sword hidden in the abyss suddenly went out of its sheath after a long sleep.

Lin Xun felt stiff all over as if possessed by an irresistible power that took control of his body.

But the cyan inscribing pen in his hand was alive! Glistening with a mysterious sheen, it guided his wrist and fingers to sketch something over the weird pattern…