Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 263 Returning to the Old Road
The Xuan Tian Mirror floated in Li Daosheng's palm, its surface rippling like water.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror—the long scar between his brows had become a tangible feature, shining like a third eye.

"Are you alright?" Su Moshi's voice came from beside him.

She lightly touched the edge of the bronze mirror with her fingertips, and the blue light and the white light of the Xuan Tian Mirror intertwined to form a net, enveloping the two of them.

Li Daosheng closed his eyes and felt the surging power within his body.

The four magical treasures—Blood Jade Bead, Frost Marrow Needle, Rose Sword Hairpin, and Lifeless Seal—had merged with him, and Wudao's vast, ocean-like memories were now washing over his consciousness like a tidal wave.

“I saw many things…”

He opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars flowing in the depths of his pupils: "Wu Dao has traveled to every corner of the Mountain and Sea Realm, always searching for the source of the loss of the world's origin."

Su Moshi frowned slightly.

She noticed that Li Daosheng's tone had become more composed, and his gestures showed a newfound calmness.

"And... what about you?" she asked softly.

“I want to go too.” Li Daosheng turned to look at her. “The origins of the other worlds have been stolen. Only the Huangzhong World, which is divided into the human world and the mountain and sea worlds, still retains the power of the general origin.”

Li Daosheng ran his fingertip across the Xuan Tian Mirror, and the image of the Mountain and Sea Realm immediately appeared on the mirror.

In the image, dozens of locations are flashing suspicious red lights.

“These places suffer the most severe loss of spiritual energy,” he pointed to a mountain range in the northwest corner, “explore them one by one, and seal them off.”

That is... a place lacking heaven and earth.

Su Moshi recognized the location within the Xuan Tian Mirror.

“So…” Su Moshi looked at him, “Wu Dao knew long ago that [Thirteen Months] was stealing the source power of the twelve worlds?”

“It’s not the thirteenth month,” Li Daosheng shook his head. “The fifth season, the eighth day of the week, and the thirteenth month are essentially the same.”

"Create a realistic deception to capture the world's protagonists, who are entangled in karma. By controlling them, we can steal the world's origin more quickly."

"I understand."

Su Moshi stopped speaking.

The bronze mirror transformed into a blue light, carrying the two of them away through the air.

During the flight, Li Daosheng continuously processed Wudao's fragmented memories.

The images flashed by like a revolving lantern.

The wind howled, and Li Daosheng remained silent.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Su Moshi suddenly asked.

Li Daosheng was taken aback, then shook his head: "It's too complicated... I'm worried that I'll be completely overwhelmed by Wudao's many years of memories."

"That……"

"But it's alright, I can handle it." Li Daosheng smiled.

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Three days later, the two arrived at the Tianque Mountains.

The once vibrant forests are now lifeless, with withered trees and dried-up streams.

Even more bizarrely, tiny golden specks of light floated in the air, slowly rising into the sky, like golden raindrops flowing backwards.

“This is…” Su Moshi reached out and touched a point of light, but the light continued to rise through her fingertips.

“The power of travel,” Li Daosheng said in a low voice, “is being eroded from the very foundation of the Mountain and Sea Realm.”

He formed a hand seal, and the Xuan Tian Mirror floated up, its surface projecting a beam of light that shone into the depths of the mountains.

Wherever the beam of light passed, countless fine golden lines, as thin as hair, appeared in the void, all pointing in the same direction.

"over there."

The two followed the golden thread deeper into the mountains. The further they went, the more severe the withering became.

Towering ancient trees turned to charcoal, and the remains of mythical beasts piled up like mountains.

Finally, they arrived at a circular valley—in the center of which was a pitch-black void a hundred feet in diameter, from which countless golden threads were being sucked in.

“An outer rift…” Li Daosheng’s expression was solemn. Wudao’s memories told him that this was definitely not formed naturally.

Su Moshi summoned the bronze mirror, and the blue light surged toward the black hole like a tide.

However, the light was twisted and swallowed up the moment it touched the edge of the crack.

“I can’t sense it,” she said, frowning. “There’s an external force interfering with this rift.” Li Daosheng approached the rift, knelt on one knee, and placed his palm on the ground.

The magical power of the five treasures flowed down his arm into the earth, and a complex array immediately appeared on the ground.

Neither Li Daosheng nor Su Moshi could understand the text that appeared above.

however……

The memory of Wudao came into play once again.

“This is its mouth,” he murmured.

Just then, the black rift sword suddenly made a whooshing sound.

Su Moshi reacted extremely quickly, and the blue light from the bronze mirror transformed into a barrier to block the three incoming black rays.

"Who goes there?" she shouted coldly.

A group of black-robed figures, their bodies twisting and undulating, emerged from the void, each wearing a mask engraved with strange symbols.

It's hard not to associate them with the law enforcement officers of "The Eighth of the Week" given their appearance.

However, there are differences in the details.

Clearly, these "people" are trying to stop Li Daosheng and Su Moshi.

Without any dialogue, a group of black figures launched an attack.

As the figure moved erratically, countless cracks appeared in the ground, and pitch-black tentacles surged out.

Su Moshi flipped the bronze mirror, and a blue light, like a sword, severed the tentacles. At the same time, his figure floated back.

“Be careful, these things don’t seem to be flesh and blood,” she warned.

Li Daosheng stood still.

Just as the tentacles were about to touch him, a bright light shone from between his brows.

He raised his hand and made a grasping motion; all the tentacles instantly froze and then turned to ashes.

efficient……

The five magical treasures left behind by Wudao contain power that is very effective against these things!

"Whom do you serve?"

Taking this opportunity, Li Daosheng asked in a deep voice, his voice seemingly carrying an imposing aura.

A group of figures stood still, their eyes behind the masks devoid of any emotion, yet they seemed to be wondering why Li Daosheng was able to deal with those tentacles that were completely outside the "rules" of this world.

"No answer, or you die."

As soon as Li Daosheng finished speaking, the Xuan Tian Mirror shot out, its light enveloping all the men in black robes like a prison.

However, in the next instant, these people's bodies suddenly swelled and twisted, and then exploded at the same time—the blood and flesh did not splatter, but turned into black mist and were sucked into the central rift.

Ran?

Both Li Daosheng and Su Moshi were taken aback.

The two stared at the black rift, as if... someone on the other side of the rift had already noticed them.

Li Daosheng rapidly changed hand seals, and five magical treasures flew out simultaneously, swirling above his head.

"go."

With a flick of his finger, five soft rays of light spread out, slowly enveloping the rift that was constantly absorbing the world's essence.

“This seal cannot erase it, but it can prevent the source power from being extracted and slow down the rate at which spiritual energy is lost,” Li Daosheng said.

A scene suddenly flashed through Su Moshi's mind.

and many more……

The place where the Evil Eye was suppressed before the Supreme Heaven of Separation from Hatred seems to have been sealed in the same way?
Could it be that……

"Is this a sealing technique you learned yourself, or..." Su Moshi asked.

“The memories from Wudao were created by him,” Li Daosheng said without hiding anything.

It's truly wicked...

Su Moshi was stunned.

So it is true that Wudao was the first to discover the anomaly and the first to implement the seal, without anyone else knowing.

(End of this chapter)