Spirit Vessel

“This place is the resting place of the ancestors with many vestiges left behind, you best be careful.” Dongfang Jingyue carefully pushed an old wooden door open. An ancient and sad aura slammed their face - one from several thousand years ago.

It was as if the temporal planes of the past and present were colliding.

Feiyun also felt a strange aura as if he had been here before. However, it was buried in his memories, unable to come up with something concrete.

“An illusion crossing through the spatiotemporal fabrics; looks like there is really something in there that is connected with me.”

The surrounding was quiet so they could hear their own footsteps. Of course, Jingyue’s sweet scent was also lingering in the air.

She brought him to a simple and natural room with an aged painting hanging on the wall. It has been corroded by time so the outer frame was peeling.

“It’s this one.” Her soft lips slightly moved as she gazed at the painting.

Feiyun also took a look - the sceneries here looked just like Duo - a simple village with green farms and rivers, lush thickets and beautiful mountains.

Seeing this made them recall the terrifying night in the past, causing them to palpitate.

Duo has already been drowned in time and had disappeared. Perhaps it wouldn’t disappear again after the white vessel had left the shrine. It had lost its meaning for existence.

Beneath the painting were the words “Duo Village” written in an ancient style. The calligraphy was gentle and full of dao rhythm.

Feiyun was especially attentive about these words and heaved a sigh of relief after finding that it wasn’t Shui Yueting’s handwriting.