Chapter 979: The enigma of the Perplexing Butterfly Illusion (2/2)
“In other words, Poison lass and Bai Yanqing aren’t just descendants of the Poison Sect, but Snow Wolf Clan as well!” Gu Qishao exclaimed.
“Obviously,” Long Feiye didn’t like the fact that Han Yunxi and Bai Yanqing hailed from the same ancestors.
Gu Qishao suddenly gave a start. “That’s not right! If the Snow Wolf Sect had descendants who didn’t marry into the Poison Sect, they could still pass on the poison storage space!”
His words reminded Long Feiye and Han Yunxi that it was a real possibility. If Han Yunxi and Bai Yanqing were each either a Poison Sect heir or Snow Wolf Clan descendant, they might not be blood-related at all.
“I hope so,” Long Feiye nodded in a rare moment of agreement with Gu Qishao. Although this was just a guess, it was better than nothing!
Gu Beiyue called back everyone’s attention to something more important. “Princess, Your Highness, look at this part.” His finger gently pointed at a section of painting depicting the wordless stele. A mess of words surrounded the picture, strangely shaped and impossible for Han Yunxi to read.
“What kind of characters are these?” Xu Donglin had never seen such words before. Neither did Baili Mingxiang, who only shook her head.
“This is ancient Sanskrit,” Gu Qishao might look like the careless type, but he was full of knowledge.
Without a word, Long Feiye had long started reading the lines. They detailed the secrets of the wordless stele. In the past, the Snow Wolf Clan had a Great Priest who cultivated to the third level of the poison storage space and kept going higher. Unfortunately, he ran astray in his cultivation and soaked the wordless stele in blood before dying at its side. Bizarrely enough, his poison storage space didn’t disappear with his death, but remained attached to the wordless stele. Anyone who possessed the bloodline of the priests were capable of entering the space through a door in the wordless stele. As it turned out, the poison storage space past the third level was nothing but a sealed stone room with nothing to do with toxins.
“You mean, here?” Han Yunxi couldn’t believe it.
Everyone else wanted answers too. Was this stone room none other than part of the dead Great Priest’s poison storage space?
“It should be here?” Long Feiye remarked.
“It’s definitely here,” Gu Beiyue affirmed.
When the Snow Wolf Clan later combined with the Poison Sect, they buried their past and changed their names in fear of being noticed by the person who had wiped out the snow wolves. All of their history and origins were recorded into this poison storage space in hopes that people of the future wouldn’t forget them. Naturally, only those of the priests’ bloodline could unlock the space using their blood as the key. Even then, not everyone was guaranteed a pass inside.
Multiple descendents of the priests’ bloodlines had ended up trapped by illusions of their attachments for seven days and seven nights before they were kicked out of the space. None of those had ever made it to this stone room. Those who did only had to leave a drop of their blood behind to re-open the door in the wordless stele.
“Attachments…” Han Yunxi muttered to herself.
She reviewed all the illusions. At first, she, Long Feiye, and Gu Qishao had all fallen prey to their own attachments and met with illusions. She and Long Feiye broke through it on their own, but not Gu Qishao. If they hadn’t woken him from his daze, he might have been trapped for seven days and nights before being kicked out. But whose attachments had created the mirror maze and the deep sea serpent?
Still, Han Yunxi figured that whatever the case, at least they’d broken through to this place now. There was plenty of information here, but also too many questions. They hardly had enough time to consider it all and chase after the details. The most important thing was to figure out everything on the walls first.
The group next moved to Baili Mingxiang’s wall in the east. She had already reviewed it once, but it was very simple and had no words. The only picture was of a person sitting in cultivation in front of the wordless stele.
“That’s it? What does it mean?” Gu Qishao asked curiously.
“Who’s that cultivating?” Gu Beiyue’s question was more pertinent.
The Poison Sect’s poison skills were gained through practical practice, not cultivation, so the subject of the painter had to be training the poison storage space. Was the painting telling them to pay attention to the meditation positions? Or the person in the painting? Or maybe the entire topic of cultivation?
Since the walls had recorded information about the Poison Gu humans, that meant people had still entered this space to leave historical accounts after the Snow Wolf Clan and Poison Sect joined as one. Had the work stopped after the Poison Sect was destroyed? Was that why this wall was so bare?
Han Yunxi’s group looked around for secret switches or triggers, but found none. Nor did they find any hidden messages. This was all they could learn from the stone room, even if it brought them more questions.
Long Feiye intoned, “Let’s leave first and discuss this later. It should be getting dark out.”
Han Yunxi understood. It really was time for them to leave…