Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1469: 795: The Overlooked Details

One, two, three...

Without their knowledge, eight Immortal Ruins Guests had revealed who they really were, not even realizing it themselves.

Over this period, Su Heihu sacrificed countless human lives to force death upon one particular Immortal Ruins Guest, thereby uncovering the hidden truth of "murder to unlock."

Overcome with wild delight, Su Heihu hurriedly withdrew to the entrance of the hall, poised to unleash a slaughter the following day.

Meanwhile, it looked like Lin Heng had stumbled upon a fresh revelation, immediately drawing Zhao Sheng's focus.

Nobody could have foreseen that the killer would boldly come back to the crime scene right after the deed, showing unbelievable nerve.

But that's precisely what happened!

Amid the profound hush of the night, a shadowy figure silently emerged within the chaotic, eerily quiet study room.

Keeping his cool, Lin Heng stepped over to the bookshelf, extended his hand to grab a volume, and began idly leafing through its contents.

Having gone through just a handful of pages, he shut the book, replaced it, and promptly yanked out a different one to keep perusing.

The second volume got only a quick look before he returned it, then he extracted the following book and started thumbing through it again.

It was clear he hunted for a specific item, rapidly scanning the volumes lining the shelf.

Seemingly unsuccessful in his search, Lin Heng wrinkled his forehead and shifted to a different bookshelf, resuming his examination of the books.

Right then, Zhao Sheng had stealthily positioned himself overhead of the Chen Mansion.

Watching Lin Heng's odd conduct, Zhao Sheng felt a wave of astonishment, covertly monitoring what he did.

A short time later, Lin Heng broke into a grin, whispering under his breath, "Found it!"

With those words, he held the book firmly in his grasp, pivoted around, headed to the desk, settled into the chair, and laid the book out flat upon it.

"...Indeed, one should not underestimate anyone!"

Suspended in the air, Zhao Sheng's gaze sparkled intensely as he "watched" the recognizable script across the book's leaves, a rush of elation welling up uncontrollably within him.

"...Peering through the ruins, he saw a vicious ghost, its face green, teeth jagged like saws. It spread human skin upon the couch, wielding a colorful pen to draw upon it; then, casting aside the pen, picked up the skin, shook it like a garment, and wore it, transforming into a woman..."

What caused this burst of elation? The script in that volume matched exactly the crimson inscriptions from earlier incidents.

Therefore, this particular book had to link directly to that enigmatic being.

A fierce glint erupted in Zhao Sheng's eyes, his impulse to strike and claim the prize surging, but in the very next beat, he reined it in, opting to keep surveilling from the shadows.

Unable to hold back his thrill, Lin Heng raced through the whole book before hastily flipping to a specific section that detailed an eerie tale titled "Ghost Gate."

Following that, Lin Heng extracted a scroll from within his sleeve, gradually unrolling it; sure enough, it turned out to be the Yellow Springs Other Shore Painting.

Having cross-checked it multiple times against the narrative in the book, Lin Heng's face grew exceedingly grave, and with a sudden twist of his right hand, he produced a small, jet-black dagger no bigger than his palm.

The very next moment, the blade sliced swiftly over his left palm, slicing open a cut that soon spilled fresh blood.

Lin Heng's expression stayed steady, as he balled his left hand into a fist above the inkstone, letting the blood drip steadily inside until it gathered into a basin of crimson ink shortly thereafter.

After pulling back his left hand, he retrieved a 错 gold pen from inside his robes.

Although this pen looked much like an ordinary writing brush, its handle was elaborately entwined with countless golden strands, which subtly shaped an Immortal Seal Tao Pattern, giving it an air of opulence and majesty.

Lin Heng clasped the pen with his right hand, gently immersing its pale tip into the blood ink.

Afterward, he positioned the 错 gold pen over the Yellow Springs Other Shore Painting, dashing off a series of rapid strokes.

Immediately, a splendid and massive blood-red gateway materialized at the terminus of the Yellow Springs Road.

With the gateway taking form, the Other Shore Map erupted in dazzling light, as the surrounding world rapidly dissolved away, giving way to a barren, hushed wasteland and a twisting path of earth stretching off into the horizon.

A colossal blood-red gateway loomed at the horizon's edge, while throngs of spectral beings floated along the Yellow Springs Road, heading toward the far-off entrance.

Right then, Lin Heng materialized at the conclusion of the Yellow Springs Road, confronting the imposing and splendid Ghost Gate.

"Haha!" Lin Heng squeezed the 错 gold pen hard in his right hand, bursting into sudden, hearty laughter.

With his chuckles resounding across the Yellow Springs Death Domain, Lin Heng marched forward with daring steps toward the blood-red gateway, passing through it in a flash, his form engulfed by the immense crimson void.

Outside.

The instant the blood-red gateway emerged, all of Mingxi Town came to a standstill, as time itself came to a screeching halt right there.

Once that instant elapsed, Mingxi Town resumed its usual rhythm.

...

As soon as he opened his eyes, a torrent of recollections flooded into Zhao Sheng's thoughts.

Zhao Sheng bolted upright, staring at the well-known environment around him, his mind reeling from profound shock.

"Clearly... Oh no, could Lin Heng truly have found the Life Path?!" A whirlwind of ideas raced through Zhao Sheng's head, leaving his emotions tangled in utter turmoil.

Even with such a tremendous edge in hand, the foe had snatched it away too soon while fleeing to security.

The crushing weight of failure hit him like a storm, causing deep anguish.

The second after, Zhao Sheng's face twisted abruptly, and he cried out, "No, wait!"

His outburst jolted the young girl from her sleep in an instant.

"Master, you've finally woken up! Wonderful, I'll go tell the master and mistress." The young girl exclaimed with glee, leaping to her feet and dashing from the chamber.

By now, Zhao Sheng had collected himself, sensing that something didn't add up.

Mulling over one potential scenario, he swiftly threw on his robe and rushed outside...

...

Roughly an hour afterward, Zhao Sheng hastened to the Ten Kings Temple, making his way into the East Hall.

Adjacent to the East Hall stood the West Hall.

In mere moments, he toured the ten halls, at the same time verifying that the ten Hell Creatures Paintings now held seven additional "ghosts."

Aside from the five he'd slain himself, the remaining two had fallen prey to someone else's hand.