Chapter 594 - 555: The Soughing Cry of Xi Wu, Where Are the Ancient Tones Now?

In the Vast Sea Building, beneath the massive Ancient Divine Insect Corpse.

Song Ciwan’s heart was in turmoil, her emotions rising and falling like immense waves.

She knew with perfect clarity that this was likely the closest she had come to the true essence of these creatures since first learning of the Ancient Divine Insect Race!

The Ancient Divine Insect Race was strong—exceptionally so. Even though this one had been dead for who knew how many years, and even though what was bound in midair was merely the corpse of a semi-mature specimen, the lingering Bad Luck it exuded was still potent enough to have a powerful impact on a Human Race expert of Song Ciwan’s Cultivation.

From this small glimpse, one could imagine the true power of the Ancient Divine Insect Race.

However, as strong as the Ancient Divine Insect Race was, it was not invincible!

After all, if they were truly unbeatable, where had this corpse come from?

She could only wonder what price the ancient inhabitants of this Heaven-Reaching City had paid to secure this corpse within the grand hall of the Vast Sea Building.

And why had such a magnificent Sky City, along with the Ancient Starry Road, fallen into ruin and remained desolate to this day?

Where was the Ancient Starry Road itself truly located?

Was it truly in the Void Beyond the Heavens, keeping company with the members of the Ancient Divine Insect Race that roamed between the Void and the Abyss?

Song Ciwan had countless questions. One thought gave rise to ten thousand more.

But her thoughts moved as fast as lightning. At the same time, Song Ciwan knew with certainty that she would never find the answers to these questions through idle speculation alone.

If she wanted answers, she had to seek them out herself.

Wasting no time, Song Ciwan operated the Heaven and Earth Scale, attempting to sell the one mace of Bad Luck she had just collected.

[You have sold one mace of Bad Luck from the death of a semi-mature Ancient Divine Insect. You have obtained one stick of the Gradeless Marvel, Worship Incense.]

Worship Incense: Light this incense and pray devoutly for a chance to receive the Divine Thought of an Ancient Divine Insect. This event is known as a Divine Descent.

After a Divine Descent, a mortal can become Extraordinary, their strength and physique will surge, and their lifespan will greatly increase. The effects are similar for a Cultivator.

Note: The Divine Descent will end after three quarter hours. The consequences are unknown.

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Reading this, Song Ciwan inwardly cursed. ’What awful luck.’ It truly was Bad Luck. She’d sold Bad Luck, and the item she’d received in exchange seemed pretty unlucky itself.

But soon after, Song Ciwan noticed a tiny annotation beneath the main text: Should a Human devour the divine, their own spirit will gradually transform, their Power will advance, and they will achieve their own form of divinity.

’Is this... another way to use the Divine Descent?’

Song Ciwan’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t rashly light the Worship Incense to explore the taste of this so-called ’Devouring God’.

Instead, she quickly memorized all the annotations and moved the Worship Incense to a specially marked spot in a corner of the Heaven and Earth Scale.

At the same time, Song Ciwan tapped her toes lightly on the ground and leaped a hundred feet into the air.

She had discovered that while Flying Magic was ineffective in this Heaven-Reaching City, Lightweight Body Techniques were not restricted at all.

In fact, for that hundred-foot leap, Song Ciwan hadn’t even used a Cultivation Technique. She had relied purely on her physical abilities, so naturally, she faced no restrictions.

The moment she reached a height of a hundred feet, Song Ciwan’s gaze was level with the Insect Corpse.

She reached out to touch the Insect Corpse, intending to store it in the Heaven and Earth Scale.

The next moment, Song Ciwan’s palm passed right through the Insect Corpse. ’This corpse is also an illusion?’

At that exact moment, a sharp, ice-cold glint of white light shot out from an angle, hurtling toward Song Ciwan with a powerful, chaotic, and distorting force.

An Attack!

Still in midair, Song Ciwan immediately turned her head and executed Upright Shadowless.

With Upright Shadowless active, though the vicious white light seemed to strike Song Ciwan, it merely hit an illusion. The light passed through the phantom figure with a WHOOSH, stirring up a howling gust of wind.

THUNK!

Finally, the white light landed, embedding itself deep into the floor of the Vast Sea Tower Library’s First Layer.

Song Ciwan focused her gaze and finally got a clear look. It wasn’t a flash of white light at all. It was an incredibly sharp... fork!

Yes, a fork.

A small, five-inch-long fork—the kind one holds to spear and eat food.

The fork was embedded an inch into the ground, its handle still trembling slightly. That was nothing special. What was interesting was that the fork was actually able to damage the floor here!

After all, Song Ciwan had previously even tried to pry up the floor tiles—not for any particular reason, other than to see if there was anything in this ancient city that she could take into her Heaven and Earth Scale and sell.

She had discovered that, apparently, nothing could be taken.

Nothing in this Sky City, whether it was the withered plants or the scattered bricks and stones, could be touched or collected by Song Ciwan.

Except for... the Bad Luck of the Ancient Divine Insect Race!

In short, the rules here were bizarre, making it difficult to distinguish reality from illusion.

As Song Ciwan’s gaze fell upon the fork, a gray figure suddenly leaped out from a broken window on the side of the Vast Sea Tower Library.

The figure was as quick and nimble as a mouse. It leaped forward with a clear objective: to retrieve the fork from the floor.

Song Ciwan immediately understood his movements and guessed that this was the person who had just attacked her with the fork.

’If he’s an enemy, then there’s nothing more to say.’ Song Ciwan took a step out of her Upright Shadowless state and executed her Lightweight Body Technique: Close But Far Away.

The next moment, despite having moved second, she arrived first, reaching the fork even faster than the gray figure.

Her Qi Absorption Technique seemed to be malfunctioning, as Song Ciwan couldn’t retrieve the fork from a distance. But with a light kick of her toe, the fork was instantly dislodged from the ground. It flew backward and landed in Song Ciwan’s hand!

"Xi Wu!" An angry shriek echoed through the air. The gray-clad figure pressed forward, shooting toward Song Ciwan like an arrow released from its bow.

He swung his fist, trying to snatch the fork from Song Ciwan’s hand while spouting a stream of gibberish: "Yoo gib me bak my fork... Dat’s mine!"

At first, Song Ciwan didn’t understand, assuming it was just some strange language of an Alien Race.

However, the cry of "Xi Wu" he had shouted in anger felt rather familiar. She had heard this "Xi Wu" many times before in the grand ruins of Illusory Nether City.

Even back then, she had felt that the sound "Xi Wu" was rich with meaning, so she had firmly committed it to memory.

But soon, Song Ciwan put "Xi Wu" to the back of her mind. She suddenly realized that the gibberish the other party was spouting wasn’t some bizarre language of an Alien Race. Of course, it wasn’t the language of the Great Zhou Human Race either. It was—

The Huaxia Language!

Yes, the common tongue of Huaxia.

It was genuine Huaxia Language. Song Ciwan hadn’t recognized it at first for two reasons. First, the possibility was so unexpected that it hadn’t even crossed her mind. Second, the person’s Huaxia accent was bizarre and far from standard.

It was only natural that, on first hearing it, Song Ciwan had mistaken it for some strange, alien tongue.

It was only after hearing a few more phrases that she suddenly realized the truth!