Novel Full Chapter 248 His Spirit Sword is Surprisingly Large And Heavy
Chapter 248: Chapter 248 His Spirit Sword is Surprisingly Large And Heavy
Meanwhile, inside a sealed chamber aboard a flying boat, a woman sat in the lotus position, her figure calm and unmoving like a statue carved from jade.
The room itself was silent, isolated from the outside world by layers of restrictions that shimmered faintly along the walls.
Around her, thousands of cards floated in the air, circling slowly as if guided by an invisible current.
Each card emitted a faint glow, their edges flickering with strands of spiritual energy that intertwined like threads of fate.
“Flap!”
Without warning, the entire formation shifted.
The cards began to reshuffle, their movements accelerating as they spun around her in a widening vortex.
The air grew heavy, and the faint hum of spiritual power deepened into a low, resonating pulse.
A dozen breaths later, a single card broke away from the swirling mass and drifted toward her.
It hovered just inches from her face before flipping open.
On it was the image of a woman who was blindfolded, gagged with cloth stuffed into her mouth, and with her ears tightly wrapped, cutting off all senses.
She looked utterly isolated, severed from sight, sound, and speech.
The woman’s brows furrowed slightly.
Then…
“Flap! Flap! Flap!”
One after another, the remaining cards snapped open in unison.
Every single one displayed the exact same image.
The blindfolded woman.
The sealed senses.
The absolute obstruction.
A suffocating silence filled the chamber.
“No matter how I try… I cannot discern Lin Feng’s true identity or his future,” the woman murmured, her voice low and tinged with frustration.
She was none other than Tang Aining.
Her usually composed expression now carried a rare trace of unease.
For the past day, she had secluded herself here, pouring all her energy into divining the threads of fate surrounding Lin Feng.
Again and again, she had cast her cards, probing the heavens, seeking even the faintest hint of truth.
Yet every attempt led to the same result.
Blindness.
Severance.
Nothingness.
It was as if Lin Feng did not exist within the flow of destiny… or worse, as if his existence had been deliberately erased from it.
Tang Aining slowly raised her hand, and the floating cards trembled before collapsing inward, gathering neatly into a single stack that descended into her palm.
Her gaze darkened.
“For all intents and purposes, his future is completely obscured…”
There were only two explanations she could think of.
Either Lin Feng possessed an extremely powerful treasure… one capable of shielding him from even her level of divination or…
He himself was a master of the Dao of fate, someone who could manipulate and conceal the secrets of the universe at will.
Her fingers tightened slightly around the deck.
If it were the former, then the treasure he carried was nothing short of heaven-defying.
But if it were the latter…
A faint chill ran through her heart.
“To hide so thoroughly from the heavens themselves…” she whispered.
That was no ordinary cultivator.
Tang Aining exhaled slowly, forcing her mind to calm.
The cards in her hand dimmed, their light fading as the room returned to stillness.
Yet the unease within her only deepened.
For the first time in a long while, she felt as though she had touched something… untouchable.
And that was what truly frightened her.
Tang Aining tried several more times, yet each attempt ended in the same failure.
No matter how she altered the question, no matter how carefully she adjusted the flow of spiritual energy, the result never changed.
Lin Feng’s fate remained sealed.
It was as if an invisible hand had erased him from the river of destiny itself.
A faint crease appeared between her brows, a rare sign of frustration.
She had not encountered such resistance in years.
Even those protected by powerful treasures or hidden by great sects would at least reveal fragments and broken threads, distorted signs, something she could piece together.
But this…
This was absolute.
Slowly, she exhaled, her chest rising and falling as she calmed her thoughts.
“If I cannot observe him… then I will approach him.”
Her eyes sharpened with resolve.
With a slight flick of her wrist, the scattered cards surged back into motion, rising once more into the air.
They circled her in a vast formation, layers upon layers overlapping as faint golden lines connected them, forming a complex divination array.
“How can I get close to him?” she asked softly.
The cards trembled.
“Should I become a teacher at Spirit Spring Academy?”
The moment the question formed, the formation reacted violently.
A single card shot forward.
“Flap!”
It opened before her, revealing the image of a towering structure… ancient, cold, and impossibly tall. Its peak vanished into dark clouds, its gates firmly shut.
The Tower.
Tang Aining’s frown deepened.
“A dead end…”
A path that led nowhere. No matter how far she walked, she would never reach her goal.
She waved her hand lightly, and the card dissolved back into the formation.
“How about another way…”
Her voice remained calm, but there was now a trace of persistence within it.
Again, the cards moved.
Again, one flew forward.
“Flap!”
The Tower.
Another question.
“Flap!”
The Tower.
Again.
“Flap!”
This time… Death.
A skeletal figure cloaked in shadows, its presence cold and absolute.
Tang Aining’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she did not stop.
“Not this… then what?”
The questions continued, one after another, each cast like a stone into the depths of fate.
The answers came just as relentlessly.
Tower.
Tower.
Death.
Tower.
Failure.
Rejection.
Danger.
It was as if the heavens themselves were warning her to stay away, to abandon this path entirely.
Hours passed.
The spiritual energy within the chamber grew dense and turbulent, the once orderly formation now trembling under the strain of repeated divinations.
Even the glow of the cards had dimmed slightly, as if they too were being exhausted.
A faint sheen of sweat appeared on Tang Aining’s forehead, sliding slowly down her temple.
Yet her posture remained straight.
Her gaze remained unwavering.
“I refuse to believe… there is no path forward.”
Her voice was softer now, but it carried a quiet, unyielding determination.
Once more, she asked…
And this time, the reaction was different.
The entire formation shuddered.
Not violently… but deeply, as if something far beyond her reach had stirred.
Then…
“Flap!”
A card surged forward with overwhelming force, faster and brighter than any before it.
The surrounding cards were pushed aside as it claimed the space before her.
It stopped.
Hovered.
And slowly opened.
Light.
Brilliant, radiant light burst forth, filling the chamber and washing over her figure.
At its center…
The Sun.