Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 390 - 341 Flying up the Sky

Chapter 390: Chapter 341 Flying up the Sky
Li Hui smacked his lips.
He shared the same parents as Li Leqing, and seeing her sorrowful expression, he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Do you think you’re not worthy?" Li Hui scratched the forehead of his handsome, chubby face. "Worried that your life is short and that your death will make him sad?"
Li Leqing didn’t answer, merely looking down at the tips of her shoes.
"You, you are just too kind." Li Hui sighed deeply and said earnestly, "You need to learn to care about what’s in your heart. You’re happy with Li Ang, aren’t you? Then don’t worry about what will happen later. Fortune and fate, life and death, are all determined by Heaven. Live well, so your journey to this world is not in vain."
He paused for a moment and said with a joking laugh, "Besides, you were born into the Emperor’s family. If you can’t do what you want or have the love you desire, wouldn’t that be a waste of the painstaking effort it took to be born into this life?"
"Brother!" Li Leqing cried out coyly and stomped her foot; the troubled expression on her face faded away.
Li Hui isn’t wrong. If I don’t express my feelings tonight, I’ll surely feel some regret...
Li Leqing took a deep breath and nodded. "Then I’ll go to Golden City Square now..."
"Take my carriage. The city is very crowded right now. Also, Mom asked me to bring this to you so you could take a look." Li Hui took an octagonal, ancient-looking wooden box from his robes, opened it, and inside was a finely woven, delicate white spiderweb. A small, non-toxic spider lay quietly in the center of the web.
"This is the spider you put in yesterday." Li Hui smiled, closed the lid, and said, "Such a neat and dense web, according to legend, will receive the blessing of the Weaver. Go on now, don’t be late."
"Okay!" Li Leqing’s lips curved into a smile. She called her female official and hurried towards the carriage shed by Qujiang Pool.
Under the twilight sky, fireworks glittered brilliantly.
「————」
BANG!
In the dimly lit cave, a fist slammed into the mountain rock, smashing a huge hole into the thick rock wall and kicking up Flying Sand and Stone.
Li Ang’s eyes were bloodshot, his face marked by bulging veins. His condition was not good; it was dreadful.
Masses of Mo Si extended from his skin, wildly stretching out, searching for the scent of special metals, much like the spiderweb in a Qiqiao box.
But inside his body, the situation was even worse. The once calm and submissive strands of Mo Si had become extremely greedy and bloodthirsty. They were spreading upwards, invading every organ, gradually corroding bones, blood vessels, and tendons, and slowly creeping towards his brain.
The Mo Si was consuming him.
When you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
This phrase inexplicably flashed through Li Ang’s mind.
The Academic Palace’s books had countless times warned to treat Mutated Objects with caution. The masters of the Academic Palace had repeatedly admonished not to try to understand Aliens, nor to mistakenly believe them harmless or assume personal control—countless sages and predecessors had died from their arrogance and pride.
The only lesson humanity ever learns from history is that humanity never learns from history.
Li Ang silently smirked to himself; he was already feeling much less pain—the Mo Si had gradually severed the sensory nerves in the eroded areas.
He had to lean against the wall to barely stand.
Now, he had three choices.
First, immediately head to Chang’an, find the Mountain Master, and seek help from the Academic Palace. This would be difficult. It was uncertain if the Academic Palace even had a way to deal with the mysterious Mo Si. Moreover, even if he managed to reach Chang’an, in his current state, he would likely be killed by the garrison’s Array at the city gates.
The second option was to extract all the Mo Si. Considering the current degree of erosion to his organs by the Mo Si, this would undoubtedly be fatal. The only benefit was that it would allow him to die as a human, rather than as a demon and Alien.
Li Ang looked down at his palm. He could still operate his Qi Sea and release Telekinesis; this was his last chance.
I still have unfinished business, unfulfilled ideals, and so many people I care about. Dying unknown in a cave is not an option.
So, there was only one option left: to re-tame the uncontrollable Mo Si.
Li Ang took a deep breath and used Telekinesis to retrieve the Sumeru Hourglass placed in a groove on the distant stone table.
The hourglass inverted, and the flow of time around him slowed instantly. The erosion by the Mo Si also slowed considerably. Li Ang ignored the floating and solidifying dust and sand around him, his thoughts racing.
Why exactly did the Mo Si become uncontrollable? After the trial ended, I didn’t feed it Fine Gold or other special materials, nor did I come into contact with other Mutated Objects. The most likely possibility is that back in the Jialan Sect ruins, I allowed the Mo Si to devour the sect’s centuries-old wealth, and it achieved an unprecedented evolution. Perhaps that evolution altered the external form of the Mo Si and shattered the ’barrier’ that had prevented it from following its instincts.
The initial Mo Si had little ability to move freely, so it needed to find a host to parasitize. The Mo Si helped the host, enhanced the host, and the host would collect gold and silver for it, allowing it to evolve. This cycle continued until the Mo Si grew strong enough to gain autonomy. Then, it could devour or reverse-control the troublesome host...
Li Ang speculated on the origin of the Mo Si, his vision mostly obscured by the dark, stringy threads. He looked at the stone box on the cave’s stone table, which had previously sealed the Mo Si.
The previous owner of the Mo Si was a Sword Immortal. Although I don’t know if he was ever parasitized, he was certainly very aware of the Mo Si’s potential dangers. That’s why he must have set up the Tomb of Clothing, to seal it away.
The Mo Si was indestructible and could regenerate continuously. With Li Ang’s current means, it was impossible to harm it without killing himself in the process, let alone achieve suppression.
What to do?
Li Ang desperately recalled the process of obtaining the Mo Si: Jiao Cheng, the Gang Wind Trap, the underground palace, the stone box...
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.
The heavenly Jade Capital, twelve towers, and five cities. The Immortal touched my crown, binding my hair to grant me eternal life...
Perhaps, this is the only way.
Li Ang held the Sumeru Hourglass in his right hand and braced his left on his knee, slowly standing up. The dark threads around him moved with him. He took a few steps forward, walking to the giant rock blocking the cave entrance, and used Telekinesis to slowly shift it.
CRACK.
As the giant rock moved, the rising moonlight pierced through the dense forest, shining down at Li Ang’s feet.
Telekinesis, released.
Li Ang’s form began to float, moving slowly at first, then rapidly, towards the sky. The dark threads surrounding his body, as if sensing something, shot out tendrils, trying to grab the surrounding trees to anchor themselves and prevent Li Ang from ascending.
However, under the time-slowing effect of the Sumeru Hourglass, all tendrils were a beat too slow.
Li Ang accelerated towards the sky: a hundred meters, a thousand meters, two thousand meters...
The air grew thinner, yet the roaring wind grew louder around his ears—it was the invincible Gang Wind, originating from Heaven and Earth.
CLANG!
A violent swipe of Gang Wind slashed through, cutting a deep mark on the surface of the Mo Si.