The force was so great that it pushed him directly from the door of the hut to the edge of the path.
Just as Fu Mingxu was about to turn around to pull him, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a painting out of the corner of his eye.
A painting that was originally covered in dust was revealed in its entirety by a strong gust of air and hung on the wall in front of the hut.
The young man smiled with his head down, the setting sun casting a soft and warm light on him from behind.
But none of these could compare to the tenderness in his eyes when he looked at the woman in his arms.
Fu Mingxu stood frozen on the ground, forgetting even Han Tao behind him.
Because the young man looked almost exactly like him, undoubtedly resembling his biological father from his memories.
Chapter 96
Fu Mingxu took a moment to determine the appearance of the person in the painting. The young man lowered his head and suppressed his smile, but the face of the person in his arms seemed to be shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see clearly.
But the only person who could be held in his father's arms was probably his mother.
The memories of his childhood have not faded with the passage of time; every moment spent with his parents is deeply etched in Fu Mingxu's mind.
Fu Mingxu's eyes welled up with tears. He took a step forward, wanting to take the painting down and examine it closely.
The moment he reached out, the painting moved without wind and floated lightly into his hand.
He instinctively gripped the scroll gently, but a sharp pain shot through his hand.
The warm blood instantly stained the scene red, and from the once quiet painting came a faint singing voice.
Fu Mingxu felt his consciousness relax, and he involuntarily lowered his head towards the painting. Just then, a gentle force emerged from the painting and gently pushed him.
He was forced to retreat to the door of the hut, where someone steadily supported his waist from behind.
The scroll slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground, sending dust flying everywhere, as if the swirling dust was helping to bury something.
Just as Fu Mingxu subconsciously reached out to grab it, the scroll moved on its own without any wind and hung on the wall again.
It was as if it was rejecting the two of them from getting close.
Fu Mingxu raised his foot to grab it again, but unexpectedly, that force surged forth once more, forcefully sweeping the two of them out the door.
A gentle breeze lifted the blue ribbon in his hair, winding around the dark ends of his hair and passing through it lightly, as if reluctant to let it go, or as if urging him not to go in again.
"How could this be?" Fu Mingxu finally recalled the familiar feeling of the spiritual energy in the wind. "I'm sure this place is closely related to my father!"
In his childhood, his father used his spiritual power to carry him around countless times, while his mother stood by with a smile, and his laughter filled the courtyard from morning till night.
Once, as a child, he believed that life was full of laughter and joy.
The beautiful memories flooding his mind made it increasingly difficult for him to contain himself. Fu Mingxu forced a smile, stared at the tightly closed door of the thatched hut for a long time, and finally couldn't help but open his tightly pursed lips: "Why won't he let me in?"
If that's the case, why leave me the map?
Wouldn't that be redundant?
His shoulder was gripped tightly, and Han Tao's hair fell over his shoulder. When he turned his head, their hair overlapped.
“The most likely explanation is that he has some hidden difficulties.” Han Tao put his arm around his shoulder and said, his golden eyes flashing with emotion. After a moment of thought, he asked him, “Do you want to go in? I’m afraid what’s inside isn’t what your father wants you to see.”
He paused, then added, "It might be related to your mother."
Upon hearing this, Fu Mingxu abruptly looked up at him, a hint of worry hidden in his bright and intelligent eyes, and asked urgently, "What?"
Han Tao didn't answer him directly. Instead, he put his arm around him and turned him around, his thin lips parting slightly: "Look."
Peach blossoms fluttered in the air, and green trees and flowers grew in abundance, creating a scene reminiscent of a paradise on earth.
"Peach trees are shady, while green trees are yang, but when peach blossoms are in full bloom, the trees' growth is robbed of nutrients by the flowers and grasses."
"Yin prevails over Yang, yet life continues uninterrupted."
“Mingxu, this is a Yin-Yang combination array using the blood of a beloved as a guide. It is the gentlest sealing array in the world.”
A seal is a formation designed to completely sever the enemy's life force. Most sealing formations at this time are ruthless, accurate, and stable, aiming to ensure that the sealed person can never leave the world. They gradually erode the life force and soul within the seal, making it impossible for the person to ever return to the world.
However, in Han Tao's eyes, the Yin-Yang Combination Array in front of him had a gentle energy and used spiritual herbs and flowers to nourish its spiritual energy, clearly intended to maintain the life force of the people in the array.
They wanted him to live, but they also didn't want him to come out.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration for Han Tao to call this the gentlest sealing formation in the world.
But Fu Mingxu also knew that sealing was against the consciousness of the person being sealed. If he wanted the person being sealed to remain undetected, he had to use the blood of a loved one as a catalyst, letting the most familiar scent mask the warning signs in their soul.
This idyllic scene, along with the traces of past inhabitants, certainly resembles sweet talk before the plan is implemented.
As for who was banned, the answer was already clear in Fu Mingxu's mind.
What exactly happened between the parents? Why did the father disappear after searching for the mother, and then never return? These are the questions that Fu Mingxu, in both timelines, wants to find the answers to.
His lips were almost pressed into a straight line, and when he spoke again, his tone was stubborn: "I want to go in."
He wanted to find out why all of this was happening.
His intuition told him that if he could find his father, Fu Yangxu, there was a chance that the many questions that had been troubling him could be answered.
Han Tao stared at him for a couple of breaths, then spoke in a calm and steady voice. He didn't even ask many questions, only uttering a single word: "Okay."
A surge of spiritual energy shot out from his palm, splitting into two, one striking the peach tree and the tightly closed door of the thatched hut simultaneously.
With two loud "booms", the peach blossoms snapped and the wooden door exploded open.
Peach blossoms fell like snowflakes, carpeting the ground in varying shades of red.
The door opposite Fu Mingxu had completely disappeared, and even the dust that had been kicked up was cleaned up by Han Tao's thoughtful dust-removing spell.
The automatically suspended scroll floated down.
Fu Mingxu unleashed a burst of chaotic energy and grasped the scroll in his hand again.
The blood that had seeped from his palms had been completely absorbed by the painting, and the painting, which previously only featured the two of them, now showed different colors.
A mirror appeared in his mother's hand.
"This is.."
Fu Mingxu glanced at it twice, and with a slight thought, the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror appeared in his hand.
The Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror was still sealed, but he did not hesitate to cut his finger and then used his bleeding fingertip to forcefully infuse it with chaotic energy.
Han Tao frowned when he saw the blood seeping from his fingertips, but did not stop him. Instead, he grabbed the finger immediately after the chaotic energy was poured into it.
"I'm fine." Fu Mingxu smiled at him.
Then, feeling the warm lick on his fingertip, his smile froze. When he looked again, the wound on his fingertip had become smooth again thanks to the saliva.
The figures in the painting seemed to be watching the two's movements. Fu Mingxu's cheeks flushed slightly as he withdrew his fingers and turned to look at the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror.
The chaotic energy broke the shackles of the Heaven and Earth Mirror, and profound power poured out, flowing into the painting like a river flowing into the sea.
"Pull me in." Fu Mingxu grabbed Han Tao's hand, threw the scroll back to its original hanging place, and followed the flow of Xuan energy into it.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the thatched hut. The peach blossoms, which had already been cut in half, turned into powder in the wind. The green trees, which were surrounded by flowers and grass, seemed to have been given a boost and sprang up wildly. The dense canopy cast a mist that was enough to cover the entire thatched hut.
...
Outside Wuwang Island, Qi Muyuan pointed his sword at Bai Huazhi and said coldly, "Where did you take Master?"
Bai Huazhi stretched out his finger and pressed it against the tip of the sword at his throat, pushing the sword tip two inches away and taking two steps back. "Swords have no eyes. Since we are partners, why ruin our relationship?"
"Besides, what if I don't get my master out of here and he finds out you're here too?" Bai Huazhi's handsome face revealed a hint of wickedness as he deliberately said, "Do you also want to be expelled from the sect like me?"
Qi Muyuan looked at him coldly, "He is no longer your master."
Bai Huazhi sneered in return, "Qi Muyuan, if it weren't for me, could you have become Master's disciple?"
This was the most regrettable thing he had ever done in his life. In order to buy time to escape, he abandoned Qi Muyuan, who had just been thrown out of the sect by the Sword Sect and had his cultivation abolished, on the way to be chased by Immortal Lord Siyang.
Qi Muyuan was young at the time, and he knew that his master was the most soft-hearted and would definitely stop to treat him.
As he expected, his master stopped to treat him, but he did not expect that his master would actually accept Qi Muyuan as a disciple.
Qi Muyuan possessed exceptional talent. Although he had no interest in swordsmanship, he still chose it for the sake of offensive power, eventually rising to the position of sect leader in the Tianyan Sect. Several times, Qi Muyuan had approached the Tianyan Sect, only to be discovered by Qi Muyuan, whose powerful swordsmanship nearly annihilated him.
It wasn't until he inadvertently discovered Qi Muyuan's feelings for his master that the two began their subsequent collaboration.
Qi Muyuan is a cold and ruthless person. He doesn't care about anything in this world. Even the path to immortality is not as tempting to him as being by the side of Immortal Lord Siyang day and night.
Love can make people strong, but it can also easily make them lose their rationality.
Bai Huazhi racked his brains for a long time before finally managing to bring Qi Muyuan into his camp.
Unfortunately, even knowing who was behind him, and despite being offered many benefits, he still wouldn't be controlled by him, focusing solely on achieving his initial goal.
"Today is the night of the full moon for the Witch Clan. You've already obtained the moon core, are you planning to kill me to silence me?" Bai Huazhi said this, but his expression didn't seem worried that Mu Yuan would suddenly make a move.
Qi Muyuan flicked the tip of his sword, aiming straight for his throat.
Bai Hua's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged. "Master is trapped by the Seven Stars. With his abilities, he won't be unable to get out."
Upon hearing this, Qi Muyuan lowered his sword.
“The Moon Core is not safe.” He sheathed his longsword and looked at the bright stars in the distance. “I need the Star Power of the Witch Clan.”
Countless stars dotted the dark night sky, making it look no different from any other night on the Cangling Continent.
But both of them knew that this starry sky was merely a construct of the stellar power of the Wu Clan, an illusion created by the interplay of heaven and earth.
Bai Huazhi did not refuse his request. His gaze remained on the island in the center of the silver light, and he smiled, "The power of the stars is in that Island of Nothingness."
All the power of the stars serves one person. Since Qi Muyuan wants it, then he will show him the way.
Whether he can get it or not depends on his luck.
But Bai Huazhi knew that Qi Muyuan's good luck for today had probably run out.
Qi Muyuan was unaware of his inner thoughts. He glanced at him and then flew towards the island shrouded in intense demonic energy without hesitation.
Bai Huazhi watched all this with a smile, glanced down at what was in her palm, and followed behind him casually.
If Fu Mingxu were here, he would surely recognize that there was a demonic seed in his palm.
After the two disappeared from their original spot, Si Yang stumbled down from the position of the Big Dipper. He looked at Wuwang Island not far away, made a hand seal to deduce the location, and his expression changed drastically after reaching a conclusion.
Si Yang leaped swiftly toward Wuwang Island. Under the starlight, his once black hair, mixed with white, had turned completely silver-white, and his aura became unstable.