darknovel Chapter 205 There are motion-sensor lights in the forbidden cultivation area?
Chapter 205 There are motion-sensor lights in the forbidden cultivation area?
Mo Chengyue stood at the entrance of the secret passage.
The Azure Spirit Sword only revealed a finger's width of its blade.
The pale green light barely illuminated an area of two or three zhang beneath their feet.
Beyond that was utter darkness.
The rotating wall behind them fits perfectly.
You can't even insert your fingernail.
He did not rush to take a step further.
Instead, he first squatted down and gently rubbed the surface of the stone bricks under his feet with his fingertips.
The material, temperature, and texture are exactly the same as the white marble in the outer side hall corridor.
He quickly analyzed the current situation in his mind.
The road back is blocked, and the road ahead is unknown.
A dozen or so Core Formation Peak cultivators were still fighting amongst themselves above their heads.
Two frozen bodies awaited his rescue in the storage bag.
There is only one conclusion—we cannot be reckless.
But we can't just not go in.
He straightened up and began rummaging through his storage bag.
He rummaged through the pile of debris he had collected while looting corpses along the way to find his exploration tools.
Mo Chengyue took out seven empty pill bottles and more than thirty low-level sensing talismans.
He poured a wisp of true essence into the first elixir bottle.
The bottle glowed with a faint light like fireflies.
Then squat down and push hard along the ground.
The elixir bottle rolled forward, skimming along the stone bricks.
The glimmer of light shrank smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the darkness at the edge of the field of vision.
There were no explosions throughout the entire process.
A flash of inspiration unrestrained.
Not even the slightest abnormal fluctuation of spiritual energy was reported back.
He then placed the remaining six pill bottles in turn.
Push them to the center of the aisle, against the walls on both sides, and into the wall recesses at different heights.
At the same time, the sensing talismans are launched in batches using a finger flicking motion.
Some were pasted on the left wall.
Some are stuck to the right side of the dome's arc.
Some landed at ground nodes ten, fifteen, or twenty feet ahead.
The coverage area is three-dimensional with no blind spots.
He sat cross-legged on the spot.
He closed his eyes and waited for a full thirty breaths.
Feedback signals from the thirty talismans were transmitted back one after another.
They all yielded the same result.
There were no fluctuations in spiritual energy, no array nodes, no remnants of restrictions, and no signs of living beings.
Mo Chengyue opened his eyes.
He muttered something under his breath.
"The cost of exploring new avenues has already exceeded the budget."
"I'll have to put it on the two senior sisters' tab later."
After confirming safety.
Mo Chengyue got up and walked forward slowly.
The Azure Spirit Sword was pushed back into its sheath, leaving only a gap.
Control the brightness of the light source.
His steps were extremely light.
Before each step, touch the stone bricks with your toes to make sure there are no loose or mechanical parts.
Then shift the focus there.
I've just taken the third step.
A faint, crisp sound came from the sole of the shoe.
He looked down.
A thin layer of almost transparent dust crystals was crushed underfoot.
These crystals are formed from trace amounts of spiritual energy and mineral dust in the air.
It was formed naturally over an extremely long period of time.
Based on his understanding of the laws governing the extraction of spiritual energy.
It would have taken at least... thousands of years to form this thickness.
This passage has been untouched by any living creature for thousands of years.
This idea had just taken shape in my mind.
He was about one person's height above the right wall.
A stone lamp lit up without warning.
There was no crackling sound of flames dancing.
There were no energy ripples triggered by spiritual power.
A faint, warm yellow light appeared out of thin air inside the lamp.
It bloomed silently.
Like an eye that has been closed for ten thousand years suddenly opening.
Watch him quietly.
Mo Chengyue's reaction was to draw his sword instantly.
The Azure Spirit Sword was drawn three inches from its sheath.
The emerald green sword light illuminated half of the wall.
The Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique scans that lamp at full power.
Result: No offensive spiritual energy output, no restrictive effects.
The lamp holder has a microscopic array pattern embedded inside that he cannot recognize at all.
Its operating mechanism does not belong to any array system he is familiar with.
The only certainty is that it sensed the presence of a "living object" and then ignited automatically.
Mo Chengyue stared at the lamp for five breaths.
His right hand remained loosely gripping the sword hilt without letting go.
After confirming that it has no additional functions besides lighting.
He tentatively took two steps forward.
Sure enough, the second wall lamp, located three zhang ahead, also lit up.
A warm yellow light silently emerged from inside the lamp.
This peels another section of the corridor away from the darkness.
He took two more steps.
The third one.
The fourth lamp.
Each advance is approximately three zhang (about 10 meters).
The next lamp will light up automatically.
Like a sleeping dragon being awakened section by section.
The warm yellow light stretched out in sections before him.
The complete darkness is peeled away layer by layer.
With continuous lighting, the light of the Azure Spirit Sword is no longer necessary.
He pushed the sword back into its sheath.
Keep your hands free to be ready to react at any time.
He muttered something under his breath.
Automatic sensor lights.
"The taste of the ancient powerful beings was not bad."
But there was not a trace of ease in his tone.
The phrase "automatic welcome" itself.
It has a chilling quality that makes the back of your neck feel cold.
A secret passage that has remained untouched for thousands of years.
The moment he entered, he began to light the lamps one by one.
It was not a triggered trap.
It is a welcome that has been awakened.
Whose guest is he?
Who is waiting for him to arrive?
The wall lamps lit up one by one.
The walls on both sides of the secret passage were fully illuminated.
Mo Chengyue noticed it immediately.
The walls here are no longer the pristine white ones found in the side hall corridors.
The walls on both sides are covered with murals.
The murals he glanced at out of the corner of his eye in the side hall corridor.
It features grand scenes and a grand narrative, with tens of thousands of people fighting and the sky and earth collapsing; the style is magnificent yet blurry.
To record the full picture of a specific war.
The murals in the secret passage before us are in a completely different style.
The lines are extremely archaic and concise, bold and powerful.
Each painting uses only the fewest brushstrokes to depict the core image.
The pigments are also completely different.
The paint on the murals in the side hall has long since faded to grayish-brown.
The murals here, however, are a dark gold color deeply embedded in the texture of the stone wall.
It was as if molten gold had been poured directly into the capillary pores of the stone.
Countless years have passed.
The lines are still as clear as if they were just drawn yesterday.
Mo Chengyue slowed his pace.
He didn't want to waste his attention on the murals.
That's what he did in the side hall corridor.
Out of the corner of my eye, I scanned the images and stored them in my mind; one image after another kept appearing.
But the murals in this secret passage exude an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Each painting possesses a primal, pioneering spirit in its composition.
It forces your gaze to be drawn involuntarily.
The first mural is on the left wall.
It occupies an area of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).
In the center of the image is a giant whose size is beyond the norm.
The giant was surrounded by chaotic energy of indistinct shape.
He held a giant axe high in both arms.
The moment the axe blade fell was frozen in time forever.
In the center of the image, chaos splits open from the middle.
A ray of light rose above, while endless darkness sank below.
An ancient light burst forth from the crack.
It illuminated the entire wall.
Mo Chengyue paused slightly in his steps.
He felt the composition looked familiar.
It looks familiar.
But "familiar" is a vague feeling.
He didn't investigate further.
I forced myself to look away and keep moving forward.
The second mural is on the right wall.
A slender woman squatted by a winding river.
Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders and trailed to the ground like an inky waterfall.
Her fingers were kneading something in the mud by the river.
The dark gold lines delicately depict the movements of her fingertips.
They are small, human-shaped clay figurines.
The clay figurine slipped through her fingers.
Upon touching the earth, it transforms into a running little person.
They scattered in twos and threes in all directions.
Mo Chengyue paused for a moment.
The brows behind the mask furrowed.
This time it's not "somewhat familiar".
It means "very familiar".
It was so familiar that it made his scalp tingle.
But he still didn't stop.
Gritting his teeth, he walked toward the third picture.
My heart started racing.
The third mural is not on a particular wall.
Instead, it spans the walls on both sides of the corridor.
It forms a giant panoramic view.
In the image, the sky is shattered into countless pieces.
A massive crack spread outwards from the center of the sky in all directions.
Countless pebbles fell from the crack.
The land was engulfed in raging floodwaters.
Mountains and rivers collapsed.
And in this place where the sky and earth are collapsing.