Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 265 The Peril of the Unprincipled
The river water shimmered silver under the moonlight, and Li Daosheng's fingers dug deep into the mud on the riverbank.

The feeling of impending death pierced his mind like a sharp awl, and blood seeped from the long mark between his eyebrows.

“He’s in the fifth season…” Li Daosheng’s voice was hoarse, his knuckles white from the force, “This time it’s different, he’s really going to die.”

Su Moshi's bronze mirror floated between the two, reflecting Li Daosheng's distorted face—his right eye had completely turned into a texture like bluestone, with fine stone patterns faintly visible under his skin.

"Are you going to find him now?" She pressed down on Li Daosheng's trembling shoulders, her touch as cold as jade.

Li Daosheng nodded, and five magical treasures emerged from his body: the Blood Jade Bead was as red as blood, the Cold Marrow Needle was as blue as ice, the Rose Sword Hairpin was as green as dripping water, the Lifeless Seal was as black as ink, and the Mysterious Heaven Mirror was as clear as water.

They rotated in the night, forming a pentagram array.

I see……

It seems that Wu Dao had planned this all along, sending Li Daosheng to find his magic weapon.

There is a grand formation that Wudao had set up in advance.

The pentagram array suddenly twisted and deformed, and the Blood Jade Bead was the first to burst out with dazzling red light, followed by the resonance of the other four magical treasures.

Su Moshi felt the bronze mirror tremble violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on its surface.

Li Daosheng inserted his hands into the center of the magic array, and the interaction between his flesh and light produced a "sizzling" sound.

He grunted, the bloodstain between his brows gleaming brightly: "Wu Dao opened the door over there, right now!"

Space was torn apart like a piece of cloth, revealing the distorted void behind it.

Li Daosheng grabbed Su Moshi's wrist and leaped in. At the last moment, the bronze mirror turned into a blue light, protecting the two of them.

In the instant of time travel, Su Moshi felt time stretch out into a viscous gel.

Countless fragments of memories peeled away from Li Daosheng and flashed before her eyes—

The valley where the stone spirit was first born, Yunweizi's blood-stained Daoist robe, Xuanyangzi's shattered corpse...

Finally, the image freezes in front of a blurry figure...

"Hold on tight!" Li Daosheng's voice pulled her back to reality.

The two tumbled and fell into the void, the glow of the five magical treasures flickering like a candle in the wind.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Daosheng suddenly pulled her to one side.

Su Moshi felt his body pass through some kind of viscous membrane, and then he crashed heavily onto the hard ground.

She opened her eyes and was immediately stunned by the sight before her—

The sky is a shattered mirror, with twelve moons of different colors hanging at different heights, some as red as blood, others as pale as bone.

The earth is pieced together from fragments of countless worlds: a cobblestone street abruptly connects to the desert, half an iceberg floats above the forest, and further away, there are inverted palaces.

“This is the divine space of the [Fifth Season]…” Li Daosheng propped himself up, his right arm completely transformed into a stone spirit, his skin displaying bluish-gray stone textures, “a stitched-together structure of twelve worlds.”

Tiny golden specks of light floated in the air, just like the primal power they had seen in the Tianque Mountains, only denser here, like golden raindrops flowing in reverse towards a certain central point.

Su Moshi tried to summon the bronze mirror, but found that the magic weapon only flickered slightly.

“The laws here are different,” she frowned, “the flow of magic is obstructed.”

Li Daosheng pointed to a black pyramid floating in the distance: "Wu Dao is there."

He had just taken a step when he suddenly staggered and knelt down, his petrified left knee hitting the ground with a dull thud.

"Your body..."

“It’s alright.” Li Daosheng gritted his teeth and stood up. “Time is running out.”

The two proceeded cautiously forward.

As they ventured deeper, the anomalies of the space became increasingly apparent—not only were the various scenes pieced together bizarre, but the scene itself was also filled with eeriness.

As they passed a lake, they saw several fish suspended in mid-air, their tails swaying but not moving at all; as they turned past a dilapidated clock tower, the pendulum was pointing in twelve directions at the same time, swinging incessantly.

"Watch your step." Li Daosheng suddenly grabbed Su Moshi.

She looked down and saw that the ground had turned into a semi-transparent film, beneath which lay endless void, with countless figures floating and sinking within it, their faces indistinct.

The strangest thing was gravity—when they passed through some invisible boundary, the two suddenly felt their bodies become lighter, then returned to normal after a few steps, and then suddenly became heavier again, as if an invisible hand was arbitrarily adjusting the parameters of the world.

Su Moshi looked up at the sky in shock. A cloud of silver mist was devouring the moon in the sky, and the moon disc that was touched was rapidly damaged as if it were being eaten away by insects.

As if sensing her gaze, a wisp of silver mist suddenly parted and drifted toward the two of them.

Li Daosheng immediately pulled Su Moshi behind a tilted boulder.

The silver mist swept across the edge of the boulder, and neat cuts immediately appeared on the stone surface—not physical cuts, but the eerie absence of that part of the stone that "never existed".

“The memories left behind by Wudao say that the thirteenth month and the fifth season are the yin and yang sides of His soul, and the eighth day of the week is His last rationality…” Li Daosheng’s breathing was heavy. “This ‘He’ may be an alien god, or some other strange thing. He wants to be resurrected, and what he needs is the power of the world’s origin.”

"That's why we've experienced all of this."

After continuing for quite some time, the black pyramids were now very close.

It hovered ten feet above the ground, with a thick, black liquid constantly dripping from its bottom, which quickly dissipated after landing.

Li Daosheng suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Someone's coming."

Twelve black-robed figures emerged from the void, just like the ones they had encountered in the Tianque Mountains, except that the symbols on their masks were more complex.

Instead of attacking immediately, the figures formed a circle and surrounded the two.

Li Daosheng raised his petrified right hand, and the halos of the five magical treasures swirled in his palm.

The men in black robes raised their hands simultaneously, and the symbols on their masks glowed with a scarlet light.

Su Moshi felt a wave of dizziness, and countless unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind—

She saw herself standing on the ruins of the Supreme Heaven of Separation from Hatred, holding a blood-stained longsword; she saw Li Daosheng turn into a stone statue, weathering away in the river of time; she saw all twelve moons fall simultaneously, and the world collapse in silence…

wrong……

These bizarre people can manipulate consciousness!
Su Moshi's bronze mirror magic weapon immediately burst into light, forcing the black-robed man back several steps.

Taking advantage of the moment, Li Daosheng grabbed Su Moshi's hand and rushed towards the bottom of the pyramid.

"Jump!" Li Daosheng leaped up with her.

Just as they were about to touch the base of the pyramid, a suction force pulled the two of them into it.

The interior space is much larger than the exterior, like another small world.

On countless floating stone platforms lay all sorts of people, each one bound by golden threads, the other ends of which all converged toward the central throne.

A figure leaned against the throne—Wu Dao.

He was paler than Li Daosheng had imagined, almost blending into the stone seat beneath him.

Wounds of varying depths covered his body, each slowly oozing a golden liquid rather than blood.

The most shocking sight was in his chest—where a crystalline fragment was embedded, like a piece broken off a mirror.

"You've come." Wu Dao opened his eyes, his voice so weak it was almost inaudible.

His face was exactly the same as Li Daosheng's, only much more weathered, with the crack between his brows now fully open, revealing the golden light pulsating within.

Li Daosheng staggered forward, the petrification having spread to his chest; he was turning into Wudao.

A quiet gaze lingered between the two.

"I am coming."

Li Daosheng said.

(End of this chapter)