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Since being knocked unconscious and left here by the Master of the Mountain Water Maze, two full days had passed according to the rise and fall of the sun and moon. Qian Mo had tried various ways to escape this place, but, without exception, all had ended in failure.
The only consolation was that he didn’t seem to feel hunger here. Qian Mo was well aware that everything before him was merely an illusion. After all, if a Specter could truly be powerful enough to disrupt time and space, sending a promising Embalmer back to the ancient Wilderness, then that being would likely be close to becoming a deity. Why would it go through the trouble of creating illusions just to conceal its feeding?
However, even illusions came in different grades. Basic illusions primarily served to confuse the mind; they were simple constructs without any legal principles behind them. They mainly focused on bewilderment and lacked much offensive capability, serving only as auxiliary tools.
Higher-level illusions incorporated changes—be it through mysterious arts or the transformations of the five elements. They aligned with the profound truths of heaven and earth, harnessing celestial powers to evolve into illusions capable of taking lives. In Qian Mo's judgment, the Mountain Water Maze, which could lead one astray, actively attack its prey, and even dissolve those who entered it to strengthen itself, was undoubtedly a pinnacle creation of such illusions.
Before entering this Wilderness, Qian Mo had thought that the Maze Master was merely a character with a long lifespan. Now he understood just how wrong he had been. The ability to project scenes from before recorded history—and the fact that he knew they were false yet still found himself believing them—was truly the apex of illusion!
“I still can’t summon the Otherworldly Ink Pen; an ordinary Embalming Brush simply cannot withstand the immense spirit force I used when opening Embalming's Gate. It cannot connect with the Embalming Coffin Realm, meaning I’ve lost at least sixty percent of my strength!” As he walked toward the distant peaks, Qian Mo gazed at the Wolf Hair Brush in his hand, muttering to himself as if resigned to his fate.
Years ago, when Xuanyuan was on his deathbed, he granted five trusted confidants a cultivation method that allowed them and their descendants to become Specters and Embalmers for the world. Over time, these five clans became known as the Yulian Five Families. For thousands of years, although some circumstances led to a loss of transmission for certain cultivation methods, it was widely acknowledged within the Embalmer community that the most powerful legacy resided within the Yulian Five Families.
Qian Mo was the eldest son of the Qian Family—the foremost among the Yulian Five Families. At twelve years old, during his awakening ceremony as an Embalmer, he opened the gate to another realm and manifested his heavenly eye. His talent was rated as Primeval level, astonishing the entire Embalmer community. Shortly thereafter, half a month after his awakening ceremony, he gained recognition from the strongest Embalming Brush—the Otherworldly Ink Pen—passed down from his ancestors in the Qian Family. From then on, he was revered as the Qilin Child of the Qian Family.
However, regarding this title, amidst all the miraculous tales circulating outside about him, Qian Mo wanted nothing more than to shout: “To hell with being called a Qilin Child! This Otherworldly Ink Pen is far too proud; signing a contract filtered my spirit attributes! Other Embalming Brushes won’t even let me use them! Simple operations are fine, but when I tried using an ordinary Embalming Brush to connect with the Embalming Coffin Realm, I nearly blew myself up!”
This damned Maze Master made Qian Mo increasingly furious as he cursed inwardly. At this moment, the strange runes concealing his Golden Patterned Jade Brush on his hand had completely dimmed as if some binding force prevented him from using it. It went without saying that this was undoubtedly a cruel trick by that Specter!
Yet there was one thing that offered him slight psychological comfort: he could still use his standard equipment as an Embalmer. Some ordinary cultivation methods could still be executed through this standard gear.
Moreover, for some reason, Qian Mo had an inkling that perhaps the Otherworldly Ink Pen wasn’t truly unusable. It seemed like the Maze Master was deliberately guiding him toward a specific location where power restrictions might not exist…
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