1152, A Turn for the Better

d a complex and chilling expression.Although Shen Qingrui couldn't see him, she wore a look of blissful excitement. She respectfully stepped back several paces and turned to leave—before doing so, she...The teachings left behind by the Supreme Daoist Ancestor are profound yet simple to understand.

Perhaps the study of "Dao" can truly only be understood by those who have experienced both worldly and unworldly life, who have traversed the vast changes of time. We ordinary people learn only a superficial layer.

“This mask is indeed a divine artifact for sacrifice. If it weren't for this earthquake that caused the mountain to collapse, this thing wouldn't have been unearthed from the corner of the secret chamber… I wonder which Shaman King discarded the mask in such a hidden place.” Mu Wanchen frowned slightly.

"Can this artifact let you predict the future" I tilted my head, speculating.

Mu Wanchen reached out and tapped my forehead. "The future is always changing, how can you predict it... However, this mask does make me feel something, let's call it a premonition."

"What did you prefeel"

"For example, I just sensed your anxious mood would last for another moment at most, then there would be a result... feelings like that." Mu Wanchen smiled. "I can't explain it to you."

"I get it, I get it. Things that are mysterious and profound can only be understood, not explained, right" I reached out to him. "Let me try it on, is this mask really so magical"

Mu Wanchen smiled and said, "What use is it for you to wear that You'll only feel like your eyes are smeared black."

He said that, but in reality he was holding my shoulders and gently pressing the mask onto my face. He even reached out to help me secure it.

Black eyes

At the very beginning, when I pressed it down, I not only felt a darkness before my eyes, but also a feeling of suffocation.

The design of this mask is probably too bizarre, even the nose area is closed off. If you don't intentionally open a small gap, you can't even breathe when wearing it.

But the mask immediately made me gasp.

It's not dark all around!

Why did Mu Wanchen say I was wearing two black eyes

I saw a vast expanse of twinkling lights... The Milky Way was dazzling, sparkling and flowing.

It was just a moment, so fast it felt like a hallucination.

Mu Wanchen took off the mask and frowned, "This isn't breathable. Don't wear it on your face, how can you breathe if it's stuffy"

"Just hold your breath! It's not a big deal, don't take it off so quickly! I saw something—" I hurriedly snatched the mask and put it back on my face.

But this time there was nothing!

That's true, I can't see anything!

"Why did you take it down so early! Now, we can't see anything!" I stomped my foot at Mu Wanchen, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Mú Wǎn chén looked at me with a face full of suspicion: "What did you see"

"I saw a sky full of stars, but before I could figure out which one, you took it down!"

"How is that possible You must be exhausted and seeing things! This is the mask worn by the Shaman King during his rituals. If anyone could see anything through it, it would be the Shaman King himself, or perhaps he could sense something. In the hands of an ordinary person, this mask is just an ordinary mask."

"I really saw it! A vast expanse of stars, shimmering like a giant vortex sucking in all the stars!" I tried my best to describe that fleeting scene.

Mu Wanchen looked at the mask in his hand, shook his head and said: “ ... Impossible, I'll have someone else try it.”

He didn't believe I saw anything from an ordinary "mask", and to be honest, I don't believe it myself.

This is a mask with an ancient and even archaic design. If I recall correctly, the style of this mask matches artifacts unearthed thousands of years ago in our textbooks.

Grand and ancient, with a hint of obscure and ineffable mystery.

The moment it covered my face, there was a feeling of breathlessness and mind-numbing confusion.

This mask is definitely not simple.

Mu Wanchen had several people try putting on the mask, but no one could see anything.

And it was very strange, everyone was gasping for breath, saying they couldn't breathe, this mask covered their nostrils.

How could I not have such feelings At most, there was a pause in my breath, but then the scene before me took my breath away.

"Can you keep this mask for me" I tried my best to act cute.

Mù Wǎn Chén frowned and looked at me, "What do you want to do"

"Maybe I'll be able to see things again sometime" I said hopefully. "You can have it back when you need it, just let me play with it in the meantime."

Mu Wanchen hesitated for a moment before passing it to me. "Alright, take it... But don't play around, there must be a reason for this, be careful."

I nodded, a feeling in my heart that I could still see something more.

Why would past kings "have their seats empty at midnight and not care for the common people, but inquire about ghosts and gods" It's because during certain periods, the power of ghosts and gods instilled both fear and longing in them.

Both afraid and wanting the protection of ghosts and gods.

This mask was hidden in a place even Mu Wanchen didn't know about, perhaps forgotten by many generations of Great Shaman Kings. This earthquake shattered the secret chamber, only then was this thing discovered. Could there be some connection hidden within all of this

However, when this mask is put on the face, it's quite uncomfortable. The nose area fits very tightly, making it difficult to breathe. If you loosen the mask, light leaks in and you can't see anything at all.

While Mu Wanchen was away, I took the mask and studied it in a quiet place. I tried several times, but I didn't see anything else.

"Bai Ni, you said this thing actually has magic... why isn't it working at all..." I used Bai Ni's body as a pillow, resting my head on its body, basking in the rare sunshine.

Wind, snow, rain, and dew; time and nature's course. Even the Dharma cannot fully shield one from these forces of heaven and earth.

The winter sun warmed me a bit, and the cool, icy scales of Bai Ni pressed against my back. It felt so good that I started to doze off with my eyes closed.

I casually placed the mask over my forehead, using it as a sleep mask.

In my hazy dreams, I once again saw terrible visions—Mrs. Xue's disembodied head appeared, like a soul leaving its body.

That head seemed to be looking at me, its mouth moving as if trying to speak. I wanted to ask what it was trying to say, but the shape of the head dissipated, as if being pulled away by something!

Suddenly, I saw another back, one that looked familiar. She seemed to be preparing to jump into a "hole"

Who is this

At the moment she jumped, the wind whipped her hair around her face. I gasped — wasn't that Senior Sister!

What is she doing Why did she suddenly appear in my dream with Ms. Xue

" giggle..."

With a light thud, the mask slid off my face and landed on the rocks beneath me.

I sat up, dazed. Bai Ni tried to raise her tail to make a makeshift shade for me from the sunlight on my face, and in doing so, knocked my mask off.

... this mask.

This mask, hidden away, forgotten by generations of great shamans, perhaps, maybe there's a reason for that!

It really does show you some things. to lose a lot of yang energy, and I don't know if it damaged his lifespan.He had never been so exhausted, his face was pale, and he still had to muster the energy to preside over things. When grandpa...