Novel Full Chapter 479
Chapter 479: Chapter 5: Bizarre Script, Connecting Past and Present Chapter 479: Chapter 5: Bizarre Script, Connecting Past and Present “`
The so-called “secret realm,” with “secret” signifying the unknown and “realm” representing an independent space.
Most secret realms were established by predecessors, some for trials, others for hiding treasures, and still others for military purposes.
No matter the purpose, they are ultimately meant for outsiders to enter, so their mechanisms tend to follow certain logical patterns.
However, there also exists a minority of secret realms that are naturally formed.
These types often defy logic, with bizarre mechanisms so outlandish that they are incomprehensible.
For example, cultivators could usually summarize after a few attempts that the Pavilion Secret Realm of the East Sea had six challenges, each testing different things.
But in naturally formed secret realms, it is much harder to generalize-everyone who enters the relic encounters different things, so how could one summarize?
Unpredictability, unexpectedness, riskiness-these epitomize the Innate Relics.
Three days later, everyone followed the beautiful island mistress to the pinnacle of the central mountain range on the island.
Besides the ancestries of the Demon Race, numerous younger demons, both transformed and untransformed, of both large and small sizes, representing a variety of races stood here, a veritable dance of demons.
Qin Ye and Gui Ling’er stood quietly beside him, whispering introductions of the various demon races to Long Long:
“You see that fat one?
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He is from the bovine tribe of Central State, named Meng Yi.
He isn’t too bright and is prone to rage, so it’s best to avoid him,” Qin Ye explained.
“That tall woman over there is from the Kun Race of North State.
Can you guess her real form?
Hehe, actually, it’s a pangolin.”
“The long-haired man on the far edge is from the Leopard Clan of West State, known for his cruel and murderous nature.
We don’t really like him over here,” Gui Ling’er remarked.
Qin Ye and Gui Ling’er gave remarks about each person, and Long Long carefully memorized their appearances and corresponding names.
Finally, as the crowd began to step back, it signified that the secret realm was about to open.
The ground beneath their feet suddenly trembled, and soon the entire mountain split apart on both sides, revealing a massive and terrifying fissure in the middle.
Without hesitation, the beautiful island mistress stepped forward into the rift and fell downward.
Everyone else, unwilling to be left behind, jumped into the fissure as well.
Since Long Long had entered the Transformation Rank, he naturally became the leader of this small group, leading the other four into the depths of the abyss.
As they rapidly descended, the rock walls around them rose swiftly, and the light quickly grew dim.
After a brief estimate, Long Long confirmed that they had descended below sea level.
They continued to fall aimlessly, and after an indeterminate amount of time, Long Long suddenly felt someone push him from behind.
He stumbled and, unable to regain his balance, fell into a certain space.
Regaining his senses abruptly, Long Long saw himself seated lazily on an imperial throne, body tilted to one side, chin propped up by one hand.
Beside the emperor’s throne was a slightly smaller empress’s throne, where a fully mature Long Hu sat upright, hands placed properly on her knees.
The leaders of the Demon Race stood below in five rows, each clad in armor and exuding fierce energy.
Long Long’s gaze swept over them and spotted the bewildered Gui Ling’er and the chieftains of the Kun Race standing in one row, while the serious-looking Qin Zhou and Qin Ye siblings stood with the leaders of the Scaled Clan in another row.
“Leader of the Turtle Clan,” one of the Scaled Clan members looked at Gui Ling’er with an unsavory expression and darkly asked, “Do you have anything to say?”
“What’s going on here?!” Seeing everyone’s gaze shifting toward her, Gui Ling’er called out in confusion.
As soon as her words fell, the scene before everyone’s eyes went dark.
When they woke up again, the scene had not changed.
Long Long was sitting on the throne, Long Hu by his side, while the rest of the vassals stood in five rows sorted by scales, fur, horns, Kun, and feathers, their expressions ranging from serious to indifferent to suspicious, each with their own individual demeanor.
“Leader of the Turtle Clan, do you have anything to say?” The same Scaled Clan member from before hissed again, repeating his question.
“I…” Gui Ling’er hadn’t yet grasped the situation and hesitated before saying, “I don’t know…”
Before she could finish, it all went black once again.
Returning to the same scene for the third time, the Scaled Clan leader once again asked the same question.
This time, Long Long, Long Hu, and the Qin sisters all began to surmise the mechanism of this puzzle.
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Frankly, this should be a story with a scripted plot, demanding that everyone follows the script closely in their performance.
If someone acts incorrectly, they have to “start over.”
Gui Ling’er, this silly turtle, also realized something was amiss and thus simply kept her mouth shut.
“Why does the Xuanwu Clan Leader not answer?” the Scaled Clan asked again.
Gui Ling’er remained silent, and then…
everything went dark before her eyes.
On the fourth restart, Long Long suddenly remembered something and hastily asked the Kunlun Mirror in his mind:
“Ah Jing, this seems a bit like the previous Queen Mother of the West’s Secret Realm!
Take a look around, are there any fragments of you here?”
“I’m scanning now!” Kunlun Mirror excitedly responded, “Even if they aren’t my fragments, it must be something related to the great Time-Space Path.”
“Mm, I can’t confirm it right now, you go ahead and figure out what the script is.
I’ll continue to scan and see.”
What script?
There are absolutely no clues, how am I supposed to figure this out?
Long Long complained inwardly and then saw Gui Ling’er looking at him with tearful eyes, begging for help.
This turtle girl really doesn’t have a good head on her shoulders, no wonder the Xuanwu Immortal specifically instructed me to lead her…
Long Long thought to himself with an inward chuckle, saying authoritatively:
“Xuanwu Clan Leader, by your expression, do you perhaps have objections?”
“I do…” Gui Ling’er was also confused and could only reply instinctively.
No reset occurred.
Which means that the Xuanwu Clan Leader she was portraying did indeed have a dissenting opinion in the script.
As for whom she opposed and on what issues, she had no idea.
But how could this possibly trouble me?
Long Long thought with inward scorn, and then turned to the Scaled Clan member who had just questioned Gui Ling’er, speaking deliberately:
“It seems some ministers still do not understand, or perhaps I wasn’t clear enough before?
Repeat it once more for her.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” the Scaled Clan member immediately said excitedly, “Let me emphasize again: the best time to counterattack the Mortal Realm is now.”
“The Human Race has been in internal chaos for years, with the Great Sects attacking each other, and on the whole, they have already become very weak.”
“If we miss this time window, a great power will surely arise and unify the fragmented Human Race.
By then, it will be too late to counterattack the Mortal Realm!”
The Scaled Clan member spoke with great vigor, and everyone finally understood the general idea.
In other words, Long Long, portraying the Emperor, wanted to conquer the Mortal Realm and was currently attempting to mobilize ideological support internally.
Gui Ling’er, playing the Xuanwu Clan Leader, along with the forces she represented, opposed the Emperor’s war plans.
Gui Ling’er had an epiphany, only to hear the Scaled Clan member ask her coldly:
“Does the Xuanwu Clan Leader now understand?
Or do you have any better suggestions?”
Just as Gui Ling’er was about to speak, Long Long, afraid she might blurt out something inappropriate again, immediately interrupted:
“What about the others?
Qilin Clan Leader, it seems like you have something to say?”
The Qilin Clan Leader with the long horns let out a deep sigh before speaking in a deep voice:
“Since Your Majesty has asked for my opinion, I can only speak the truth: having only a favorable opportunity, but neither the geographical advantage nor the support of the people, rashly attacking across realms is a path to disaster!”
The ministers immediately stirred upon hearing this.
Long Long also pretended to be suddenly furious, slamming his hand down heavily on the armrest of the Emperor’s throne.
Hmm?
This sound seems familiar…
He suddenly realized that the old Qilin, whose voice buzzed as if echoing from his chest, seemed to be the same Qilin who slept all day at the entrance to the Divine Palace in the Southern Border’s Eastern Emperor Path Gate Sect Residence!