Daily life of a cultivation judge

Chapter 688 The urn that echoes with legacies

"Did the voice, describe anything more about the human he fought against?" asked Yang Qing. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

Various events and information suggested that something was brewing in the Deer Mountain Kingdom, and whatever it was, it was likely, not good considering someone there wanted to trigger another battle by sending the four organizations to rob the graveyard torch to help them in their attempt to break through to the palace realm, afterwhich they would be invited to join the Deer Mountain Kingdom.

Had the plan succeeded, the Deer Mountain Kingdom would have seen itself facing another spirit beast tide. They were already despised deeply as it stood, add to that the violation of their sacred ground, any and all spirit beasts would immediately attack them, regardless of the risks. Who knows it could even draw the attention of the other spirit beasts who had left the forest to temper themselves, or pull others out of seclusion.

The amount of bloodshed and lives that would be lost, would be astronomical, which was what Yang Qing assumed the schemer was after. Anything that required so much bloodshed and lives, would be anything but simple.

"He did say something, I don't know how much help it is, but he did keep mentioning the eyes, the human had eyes that seemed to be like the windows of the abyss. The eyes filled him with dread which sapped away his resolve while eroding his mind. He felt like he was slowly being swallowed into the world within those eyes.

That dread was still evident in his remnant spirit, it was from that sensation that I was able to infer that he saw the same thing as me.."

"Let me replay it for you.." she added as a flamed gold rune appeared on the tip of her index fingers.

"The spell is called?the urn of echoes of legacy. It's something I created during my stay here. It doesn't have much use other than preserving the voices of those seniors.." she softly explained as the gold-flamed rune rotated together to form a gold urn with intricate designs forming on its surface.

The urn rotated slightly as the image of a crane was slowly engraved on it with every rotation. It wasn't long before it was completely formed.

"It's an amazing art.." Yang Qing said with genuine praise as his eyes glittered in interest at the urn before him.

The urn was a masterful work of art. Yang Qing wasn't sure if a seasoned craftsman who had 10,000 years of experience under their belt would be able to create an urn like the one he was seeing.

Everything from the outline to the markings, to the design, to the aura that surrounded it made it seem like it had come from some heavenly treasure hold.

Gu Xing smiled slightly as she saw Yang Qing absentmindedly muttering to himself while admiring the urn.

His gaze then fell on the crane. Yang Qing's gaze widened as he could feel the crane though was but a drawing on the urn, felt alive and breathing. He could feel its presence. A daring, contemptuous, cold, and tempestuous presence.

Its feathers were a mixture of dark grey and silver luminescence. It looked like they were made of dark clouds covered by the radiance of the moon. Yang Qing could even hear a storm brewing within its feathers. The crane was a lunar fury crane. It could draw storms and thunder with the movements of its wings.

Gu Xing gently passed her index finger at the mouth of the urn which triggered a reaction from it, as the crane burst with a golden light, a second later a voice came from the urn.

That thing wasn't human! I have seen a great many deals, but that, but that!.. Those eyes..Those eyes... just a glance was enough to sink my mind into an endless abyss of dread. My body ...alone in a swirling ocean filled with wails and horrific fears that sapped the will to live out of me.

I don't know how I left alive.. Did I even live alive? Fear, always afraid, from morning to night, all I had since that day for company was that fear, up until I came here. The torch of the seniors before me gave me refuge from that torment.

Please stay away from those eyes, stay away from that human with that gaze, if he is human. That incarnation of horrid death... No matter how fearless you think you are, stay away, if you see him, run, I hope these broken insights of mine can aid your escape. Those two eyes...

"That's it.." Gu Xing said as she waved her hands, causing the urn to disappear in the process.

Yang Qing remained still, ruminating over the words spoken. Gu Xing's urn of echoes of legacy art was truly wonderous. Yang Qing could indeed feel the intense emotions of the lunar fury crane. He could feel the dread he had as if he was sharing senses with it.

"The eyes..." Yang Qing muttered.

"A physique or something else.." he added lost in the vortex of extrapolating guesses.

"Can your art exist outside for long?" asked Yang Qing.

While he could maybe replicate the features of the urn of echoes of legacy, it would lack the intrinsic rawness contained within Gu Xing's art, which was something Yang Qing felt could play an integral part when searching for clues.

"You want to take it out of here to investigate?" asked Gu Xing.

"Mmmh..though if it's too much trouble, it's okay to refuse.."

"Ideally, it would last for two months before it dissipates without me there to feed my qi into it, but I could make it last longer, at least for a few years, five.." Gu Xing muttered as she reformed the urn.

After it formed, she nicked one of her fingers with her silver-

polished nail. A gold droplet that contained the vibrancy of the sun with a dense sacred aura was produced from the shallow cut.

"Gu Xing, there's.."

Yang Qing had just started to protest Gu Xing using her blood essence when she shook her head with a smile.

The drop fell on the urn which quivered in excitement as it blazed like it was being crafted using the flames of the sun. A minute later the flames subsided and the urn looked the same as before, except there was now a miniaturized image of the celestial sacred swan etched covertly inside one of the patterns that decorated the urn.