452 Corpse Face! (2/2)
”This is the responsibility of the Dark Sect—rebirth!” The elder's calm voice rang out. Wang Baole had long since been blown away by the sight before him. He stared with wide eyes and an open mouth until the boat entered the planet that was the size of the Solar System. He then saw countless vast mountains and rivers on the surface of this planet. There was also… a palace that stretched endlessly into the horizon!
In the distant lands, he could see miles and miles of beasts. They didn't seem violent at all. They appeared to be peaceful beasts, and they were aiding the cultivators in constructing… a majestic stone monument!
The stone monument seemed to be in the beginning stages of construction. Despite that, it already seemed to stretch into the skies. It was a spectacular sight!
Countless Dark Sect cultivators wandered the planet and in the field of stars. Everything felt strange and unfamiliar to Wang Baole, but he kept telling himself that these were all familiar to him. The two vastly different feelings clashed inside him. His breathing grew uneven, and he felt lost and confused most of the time.
Finally, his master's boat brought him to the highest mountain range on this planet. Palaces were in groups, spanning the entire width of the horizon with no end in sight. It wasn't only the land that was littered with countless grand halls and cultivators; the skies were the same. Countless palaces floated in the skies, and countless cultivators made their way around them. Enormous, Kun Peng-like beasts swam in the skies.
Every single thing sent waves of intense emotion through Wang Baole. He didn't even notice that his master had landed the boat outside a palace and had left him. It was only when a voice protested in his ear that Wang Baole finally returned to reality.
”Why are there so many this round? We're going to be so busy. Baole, why are you in a daze? It's not like you haven't seen this before. Quick, come over and help me!” It was a youth who spoke to him. He wore black robes, and there were freckles on his face. The expression on his face was one of exasperation. He stared at the sky and at the wide river formed from the great crowd of souls that Ming Kunzi had ferried over and sighed.
Wang Baole turned his head hastily. A familiar feeling rose from his memory as he looked at the youth. He could tell that this was his senior brother, so he hurried over. Only, he didn't know what to do. After some hesitation, he asked, ”Senior Brother, what should I do?”
”Are you trying to shirk your duties again? Baole, there are too many dead souls this round. Your senior brother won't be able to handle them all, so you can't sneak off again this time!” The youth grabbed Wang Baole's arm and pulled him into a great hall that was half the size of a city. It was expansive, and it had nine statues erected inside, one of which was a statue of Ming Kunzi!
It was clear that the other eight statues held the same status as Ming Kunzi… they were of the other Grand Elders of the Dark Sect!
In the center of the nine statues were bronze mirrors the size of a man. There were countless mirrors—at least a million of them. Before every bronze mirror sat a Dark Sect cultivator, who drew continuously in front of the mirror…
Amongst the million or so bronze mirrors, two mirrors stood out. They were not only bigger, but they were of a different color. The rest were all bronze while these two were purple. They seemed to be the primary mirrors!
Wang Baole was yanked along by his senior brother. They swept past the greetings from the rest and arrived before the two main mirrors. His senior brother seemed determined not to let him escape.
Wang Baole's head swelled. Everything around him seemed foreign yet familiar, but he really didn't know what he was supposed to do next. He scratched his head and asked again.
”Senior Brother, what exactly should I do?”
The youth with freckles on his face gave Wang Baole a deep, long look. He asked softly. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
”Baole, don't you know how to draw the Corpse Face?”
Corpse Face! Wang Baole shuddered. He stared at the purple mirror before him. He could see a soul forming in the mirror. It cupped its fists towards Wang Baole, and its face was formless and without features…
”Baole, don't do a hasty job. When souls arrive here, the faces of their past lives would gradually fade away. You have to listen to the guidance of the Heavenly Dao and draw them a new face. What you draw will determine what they will be born with in their next life!” Having said that, the youth ignored Wang Baole. He used his finger as a brush and painted the face on the dead soul in the mirror.
Wang Baole's breathing grew uneven. He naturally knew how to perform the Dark Corpse Face Art. What he didn't know was whether he had originally known how to do it, or if he had learned it in his dream. His memories were in a mess. He could see the dead soul waiting, so he set his thoughts aside and lifted his right hand. He shut his eyes. The Dark Corpse Face Art, which he had learned, appeared in his mind.
First, the Corpse Eyebrow, then the Corpse Eyes, followed by the Corpse Nose and the Corpse Lips, finally forming… the Corpse Face!
A moment later, Wang Baole opened his eyes. Just as right index finger was about to land as he began to start painting, a sudden consciousness descended in his mind. He could somehow see a baby girl being born on a planet. He could see her entire life, from birth to death…
This wasn't the soul's past life, but that of its next!
He couldn't clearly discern its fate, but he could see what it was supposed to look like. Its face… etched itself into his mind as a force guided his hand. Slowly, he began to draw…