Where am I?
Wasn't she following Mo Yan?
Why did she suddenly appear here out of nowhere after a flash of white light?
And why did she turn into the appearance of her past self?
Could it be...
Is this just a dream?
Zhao Shuning pinched herself hard, almost crying out in pain.
This wasn't an illusion?
Then where was this?
Thankfully, the previous tinkling sound hadn't attracted any attention. Zhao Shuning finally had the time to take a good look around the place she was in.
This place...
It had an extremely large space.
The room was vast.
It was dozens of meters high.
The whole room was circular in shape.
The four walls were very simple, without excessive decorations. Zhao Shuning looked around the room.
The frown on her brow deepened.
This room...
On the walls...
There were full of portraits.
Moreover...
The people in the portraits were obviously herself.
Or was it Luo Qiu?
The woman in the paintings had a bright smile and twinkling eyes.
Her fair face had extremely delicate features.
Each painting showed a different expression.
She was like a little elf, lively and active.
There were portraits of her in a blue shirt, a purple dress, a white robe, and most of them were of her in a crimson sheer veil.
Was this...
Mo Yan's room?
Where exactly was the space connected by the mysterious stone before?
At this moment...
There came a creaking sound.
Zhao Shuning held her breath.
A pair of feet appeared in her sight.
It was Mo Yan.
She hadn't gambled wrong. After entering this passage, she hadn't lost Mo Yan.
After Mo Yan entered the room...
Looking at the portraits all over the room, his expression couldn't help but turn a bit solemn.
The Jieshi Mountain in the Eastern Continent was adjacent to the mysterious stone of the Ghost Realm.
No one knew about this.
Even his own son, Mo Bai, Mo Yan hadn't told him just in case.
Luo Qiu would never have thought that he had left so many clues, making them all think that the souls were hidden somewhere in the land of the Eastern Continent. Even Mo Bai thought so.
Mo Yan did this just to deceive others.
Actually...
The real place where the souls were stored...
Was the Ghost Realm.
It was this painting room.
Normally, Luo Qiu was afraid of getting sad when seeing these things, so she rarely stepped into this painting room. She never approved of Mo Yan's actions.
This also became a point for Mo Yan to scheme against Luo Qiu.
The reason why Zhao Shuning had changed her appearance after falling into this space was that there were a huge number of powerful souls hidden in this room.
Mo Yan used his spiritual power to seal countless souls in each painting here. This painting room...
Had formed a natural spiritual energy magnetic field.
Luo Qiu was born to look exactly like Yan'er in her previous life, so even if she stepped into this place, she wouldn't notice anything abnormal.
But if other women stepped into this place, their figures would be significantly changed under the influence of the powerful spiritual energy magnetic field.
Mo Yan looked at the paintings all over the room.
The frown on his brow never loosened.
"Yan'er, if you hadn't chosen him back then and had always stayed by my side, you wouldn't have ended up vanishing into thin air."
It seemed like regret.
It seemed like blame.
Mo Yan always had a sense of debt towards Luo Feiyan.
For the cruel and ruthless Lord of Loulan, this was the first time, and also the only time.
"Don't worry. After I unify the Nine Provinces, the flags of Loulan will be planted in every corner of the Nine Provinces. By then, no matter how much it costs, I will bring you back to life."
Come back to life.
We will join hands and share the prosperous era I've planned for you.
Zhao Shuning scoffed in her heart.
She knew...
Mo Yan had feelings for Luo Feiyan.
He always thought that there should be no one in this world who loved Luo Feiyan more than him. During the days they spent together, as Luo Feiyan, she was naive and only regarded his love as that of a father.
She had never thought that Mo Yan had always had a different kind of feeling for her.
But so what?
Luo Feiyan was never Mo Yan's top priority.
Even the portraits of her all over the room were just used to seal the souls in order to avoid Luo Qiu's notice.
Mo Yan...
On one hand...
He said how deeply in love he was with Luo Feiyan.
On the other hand...
He took advantage of the deceased Luo Feiyan and Luo Qiu's yearning and guilt for Luo Feiyan to fulfill his own ambition.
In his eyes...
Everything...
Could be used.
"After tonight, you will all be liberated."
The resentment in the room was extremely heavy.
Zhao Shuning had been suspicious before.
More than five hundred years ago, there were so many powerful experts. The teachers in the academy where she taught were all quite capable. They were alchemists, and it shouldn't have been difficult for them to live on in this world.
But why...
Five hundred years later...
Such powerful experts...
Were still so rare?
Now...
Zhao Shuning thought she should have found the answer.
Because over the past few hundred years...
Those powerful experts...
Had all been schemed against, attacked on all sides, and killed by Mo Yan one by one.
Then he had obtained their souls.
Brought them back.
Sealed them in these paintings.
There were thousands upon thousands of portraits in this room.
One could imagine that over the past few hundred years, countless high - level alchemists and spiritual herb masters had died at Mo Yan's hands.
When they died...
They should have all been full of unwillingness.
So...
That was why there was such a powerful resentment in this painting room.
The resentment had formed a spiritual energy magnetic field. Under the influence of the portraits, any woman who stepped into this place should turn into the appearance of the woman in the paintings.
Even though Zhao Shuning was now a ninth - rank alchemist.
She still couldn't resist the spiritual energy magnetic field formed by hundreds and thousands of huge souls, and her appearance and figure were changed by it.
Back then...
Mo Bai's mother was also mistaken for Luo Feiyan by the drunken Mo Yan right after he had finished a painting.
Zhao Shuning didn't dare to act rashly at this moment.
She knew...
If so many resentful spirits were released recklessly, the consequences would be immeasurable.
Throughout history...
There had never been such a precedent.
Zhao Shuning didn't dare to take the risk.
She could only wait and see.
Mo Yan closed his eyes.
From between his eyebrows...
A lightning - shaped scimitar flew out.
And there was actually a crimson lotus pattern engraved on the scimitar.
He murmured something.
It should be some kind of incantation.
Zhao Shuning had learned thousands of mental techniques and knew countless incantations, but she had never heard the one Mo Yan was murmuring. Presumably, it should be a forbidden incantation.
When she was Luo Feiyan back then...
Mo Yan had been particularly interested in collecting this kind of thing.
Sure enough...
The originally restless souls...
Under the coverage of this incantation, actually began to calm down slowly.
The magnetic field in this painting room was still strong, but it no longer made Zhao Shuning feel restless.
Mo Yan suddenly opened his eyes.
He shouted.
"Enter!"
Under this angry shout...
Hundreds and thousands of souls all rushed out from the crimson lotus between the eyebrows of the girl in the paintings and then rushed towards the scimitar.
Countless forces were injected into the scimitar.
The scimitar became even more dazzling.
Finally...
Mo Yan made a hand seal and introduced all the energy into the scimitar.
The light faded.
The crimson lotus mark on the scimitar...
Became even more obvious and dazzling.