Chapter 911
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Chapter 911 Bloody Mural
Lin Qiye and Jia Lan walked to the entrance of the broken palace. After hesitating for a moment, the former stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Jia Lan asked puzzledly when she saw Lin Qiye stop.
“Jia Lan.” Lin Qiye turned around, his eyes fixed on Jia Lan’s, and spoke solemnly, “Promise me.”
“Pro… promise what?”
Jia Lan was stunned, and as if thinking of something, her cheeks flushed red.
“In the future, without my permission, never transfer [Immortality] to me arbitrarily.” Lin Qiye’s eyes were full of seriousness.
Jia Lan, who had been full of anticipation, heard these words and the light in her eyes dimmed, seeming somewhat disappointed.
“Also, even if [Immortality] is transferred to me, if I ask you to take it back, you must take it back… understand?”
Lin Qiye’s expression was extremely serious.
Although they had left the fishing village, it didn’t mean that Lin Qiye had forgotten what happened after the time erasure began…
Lin Qiye could accept dying in battle, but he couldn’t accept surviving alone through the sacrifice of his teammates. He absolutely wouldn’t allow Jia Lan to transfer [Immortality] to him in times of crisis, protecting his life while putting herself in danger.
He didn’t want his closest people to give up their chance to survive because of him.
He had to establish ground rules with Jia Lan.
Jia Lan looked at Lin Qiye’s determined eyes and tentatively asked: “What if… I don’t agree?”
“…” Lin Qiye was stunned, stammering, “If you don’t agree, I’ll… I’ll…”
He really hadn’t thought about what he could do if Jia Lan didn’t agree.
Expel Jia Lan from [Night Curtain]? That seemed too harsh… Beat her up? Don’t joke, in a real fight, Lin Qiye would probably be the one getting beaten…
After thinking for a long time, Lin Qiye couldn’t come up with a good punishment method.
After stammering for a while, Lin Qiye seemed to make up his mind, looking into Jia Lan’s eyes and saying word by word: “If you don’t agree, from today on… I will not actively communicate with you, nor will I respond to any of your words, nor will I react to any of your actions.”
Jia Lan blinked, and after processing for a while, replied:
“Are you trying to say… if I don’t agree, you’ll ignore me?”
“…Yes.”
Jia Lan: ヾ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ
Looking at the extremely serious Lin Qiye before her, Jia Lan somehow found him inexplicably cute.
“Alright, I promise you.” Jia Lan stuck out her tongue.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye nodded slightly and turned to walk into the broken palace.
Though called a palace, what stood before Lin Qiye now was just several broken walls barely forming a circle, collapsed pillars and dome shattered into stones all over the ground. Standing inside the palace, one could see the red moon in the sky without any obstruction.
“There seems to be nothing here…” Jia Lan looked around and asked puzzledly, “Why did Uncle Merlin ask us to come here?”
Lin Qiye’s gaze also swept around, and after hesitating for a while, he released his spiritual power.
Soon, he fixed his gaze on the scattered stone blocks beneath his feet.
“It’s here.”
A streak of night color spread out from Lin Qiye’s body, like ink, quickly dyeing all the white stone fragments black. His fingertips lifted slightly, and countless fragments flew up into the air.
On the ground of the broken palace, murals drawn with crimson strokes were grotesquely exposed before the two, as if sketched with blood.
“This is…” Jia Lan stood frozen.
“These are murals about the divine war in Takamagahara from over fifty years ago,” Lin Qiye’s gaze swept across the ground as he spoke thoughtfully, “During the battle of the gods, some deity must have barely maintained consciousness under the red moon and recorded everything with their divine blood…”
Lin Qiye crouched down and began carefully observing from the beginning of the murals.
In the first painting, crude blood strokes depicted countless divine shadows standing in mid-air, seemingly looking up at the sky. Above them, a red moon hung silently in the sky. Among these rough divine shadows, three figures standing at the top were particularly prominent.
One divine shadow had a sun drawn on its forehead, one had a moon, and one had a wave.
“Who are they?” Jia Lan pointed at the three shadows and asked curiously.
Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, “In Japanese mythology, the father god Izanagi first gave birth to three children: Amaterasu who ruled the sun, Tsukuyomi who ruled the moon, and Susanoo who ruled the ocean. These three deities led Takamagahara and held positions above all other gods.
If I’m not mistaken, these three figures represent them.”
Lin Qiye’s gaze moved to the next mural.
In this mural, among the three divine shadows, the one symbolizing the moon suddenly changed direction. He stood under the red moon, holding a weapon that pierced into Amaterasu, who symbolized the sun. This painting deliberately enlarged his eyes, with crimson blood heavily layered several times in his pupils, appearing almost black and extremely eerie.
“The traitor was him?” Lin Qiye exclaimed in surprise.
Jia Lan examined it carefully, “Does this painting mean that Tsukuyomi, who symbolizes the moon, sided with the red moon and unexpectedly stabbed his weapon into Amaterasu?”
“Yes.” Lin Qiye thought seriously for a moment and continued, “This makes sense, I should have thought of it earlier… Among the three supreme gods of Takamagahara, Tsukuyomi extremely revered the power of the moon, and his divine power was closely connected to it. If the moon was corrupted by the Cthulhu gods, he would definitely be the first to be affected.”
Jia Lan thought for a moment, “Like Chen Yangrong in the fishing village?”
“Probably.” Lin Qiye pointed to Tsukuyomi’s eerie eyes in the mural, “His eyes and frenzied expression look very similar to Chen Yangrong’s… If I’m not mistaken, he must have also heard the whispers of the red moon and completely succumbed to the brainwashing of the Cthulhu gods.
I’ve always had a question: with so many divine realms in the world, why did Cthulhu specifically target Takamagahara…
Now it seems, besides the fact that Takamagahara was isolated and the red moon’s descent wouldn’t attract attention from other divine realms, Tsukuyomi’s existence was also a crucial factor. After all, other divine realms didn’t have supreme gods who worshipped the moon.
Having Tsukuyomi as a card they could control at any time meant they could unexpectedly control another supreme god, greatly reducing their resistance in conquering Takamagahara.”
Lin Qiye walked to the third mural and looked down again.
