Divine Beast Creator

Chapter 1868 - 1869: Scouting the Path

Unable to understand, Feng Yuan didn’t continue to speculate. After all, whatever came mattered little to him. Glancing at the rows of shelves, Feng Yuan noticed that besides mechanical parts, there were many metal-crafted organs. Through the shelves and with the aid of the pale light, Feng Yuan roughly estimated that the area covered by these shelves was quite large.

As for whether this place was a warehouse or had another purpose, Feng Yuan wasn’t too sure. Xiao Ji, closely following behind Feng Yuan, occasionally looked around in confusion. This place felt a bit strange to it, like someone was constantly watching.

Flapping its wings, Xiao Ji let out a cry, but it recalled that it couldn’t look back in this place, so it immediately rubbed its head against Feng Yuan. Hearing Xiao Ji’s cry, Feng Yuan asked in puzzlement,

"What’s up? Xiao Ji, did you find something?"

Letting out another cry, Xiao Ji hadn’t actually discovered anything. Feng Yuan didn’t mind, examining the shelves on both sides, but felt this place was a bit odd.

"A fork in the road?"

After walking for a while, they came upon a crossroad among the shelves, which made Feng Yuan frown in thought. He quickly turned back, but found that the expected faceless metal being hadn’t appeared.

"So, there’s no restriction to not turning back here?"

Scratching his chin, Feng Yuan bent down to rub Xiao Ji’s head, and said. Locking eyes with Feng Yuan, Xiao Ji waved its wings and made some noises. Although Feng Yuan couldn’t directly understand Xiao Ji’s language, combined with its gestures, he could guess its meaning.

Standing straight, Feng Yuan scanned their surroundings warily and said,

"Something is watching you? But... it seems I don’t sense that, Xiao Ji. Try using the Fog of Death, see if you can flush out any spiritual bodies or ghost series spirit beasts."

The shelves here held various things, and Feng Yuan was unsure what would happen if he disturbed them, so he didn’t let Xiao Ji use the Wind of Death, opting instead for Fog of Death, which specifically targets spiritual bodies and ghost series spirit beasts.

Of course, Feng Yuan wasn’t sure if Xiao Ji had mastered this ultimate move, but he guessed it probably could, since the difference between Wind of Death and Fog of Death was just in the way the Power of Death spread.

Xiao Ji didn’t disappoint him. Surprised, it glanced at Feng Yuan, unclear how he guessed it knew the ultimate move, but still flapped its wings to release a black mist.

Although the Fog of Death affects all living beings, this ultimate move could still differentiate between friend and foe, so standing in the black fog, Feng Yuan felt little discomfort.

However, unexpectedly, the Fog of Death didn’t reveal any spiritual bodies or ghost series spirit beasts. Xiao Ji looked around in confusion; the feeling of being watched still lingered. In fact, due to the presence of the Fog of Death, the atmosphere became even more eerie.

"Good thing the Fog of Death isn’t jaundiced, otherwise this would be a little creepy."

Saying this, Feng Yuan nonetheless surveyed his surroundings seriously. He didn’t think Xiao Ji’s perception was an illusion. This indicated that there was a presence nearby watching Xiao Ji, which wasn’t a ghost series or spiritual body. But, why was it ignoring him?

Normally, a beastmaster is easier to deal with than a beast tamer, which is why beastmasters in the wild leave a special beast to protect themselves. But now, the situation is unusual. The presence seems to ignore the ’weaker one’ and, instead, is harassing Xiao Ji.

"Surveillance camera?"

Thinking of something, Feng Yuan frowned. If that thing was causing Xiao Ji’s abnormal feeling, it wasn’t impossible, but he felt like he was overlooking something. Picking Xiao Ji up and holding it in his arms, Feng Yuan snorted coldly.

The nine small shields hovering around him instantly transformed, with The Black Scythe floating behind him, and a cloaked figure shrouded in the black cloak slowly emerged, gripping The Black Scythe and following behind Feng Yuan. The nine small shields rotated around Feng Yuan, shifting into the form of short swords.

Looking ahead, Feng Yuan said to Xiao Ji in his arms,

"How do you feel now?"

Shaking its head at Feng Yuan, Xiao Ji chirped several times. It still had the feeling of being watched, yet, even so, Feng Yuan didn’t sense that it was focusing on him.

However, because he was holding Xiao Ji, Feng Yuan could sense that something indeed was watching Xiao Ji. The gaze that skitted across his arm felt hot and frenzied...

"Targeting the spirit beast?"

Putting down Xiao Ji, Feng Yuan roughly guessed the target selection of the presence. He took out a walkie-talkie and said,

Feng Yuan: "Stay alert, everyone. After passing through the passage here, something is watching Xiao Ji. This checkpoint might be targeting spirit beasts, Yang Hongzhi, keep Xiao Hei close."

Yang Hongzhi: "Xiao Hei and Najia also have a similar feeling. I thought it was just a peculiarity on my side."

Veronia: "Why don’t I have it? It’s really troubling. If it dare show up here, I’d love to pull it out!"

Najia: "It’s very challenging. Although I sense it too, I can’t track the source of the gaze."

Yang Hongzhi: "By the way, what’s the situation where you are? I seem to be in a file room, but the files can’t be pulled out. Ugh, this damn place fits the so-called madness by placing metal organs on shelves. I really wonder what the mastermind was thinking."

Veronia: "What a coincidence. It seems I’m in a dissection room; the metal organs don’t seem out of place at all."

Feng Yuan: "There are many shelves here as well. I’m not sure if it’s a warehouse or another place yet, but there’s also plenty of metal organs here."

Najia: "Those things might not just be for decoration. Perhaps they hold a special meaning."

Feng Yuan: "It’s best not to destroy those things for now. Don’t forget this space isn’t very stable."

Veronia: "I understand that. If it weren’t for the restriction, I would’ve dismantled this place already~"

...

Putting away the walkie-talkie, Feng Yuan sighed. On the shelf next to him, a metal heart lay quietly. Feng Yuan furrowed his brow and picked it up, examined it for a while, and then placed it back. Was this thing merely a decoration?

Feng Yuan wasn’t quite certain, but at least for now, he didn’t know what this object truly represented.

Advancing along the aisle, Feng Yuan didn’t find anything particularly strange until the road ahead was blocked by a metal wall, forcing him to turn back.

"It seems there’s indeed no such mechanism here."

Without bizarre things popping up from behind, Feng Yuan sighed. Before, the hallway forbade turning back; there must be some special taboo here too. Yet, whether picking up aisle items or running around, he seemed not to trigger any special reactions.

Could there be no taboos here?

Remembering the notice at the entrance, Feng Yuan felt this possibility wasn’t high, but for now, he couldn’t determine if a taboo had unknowingly been triggered.

"Strange, is this place a dead end?"

After wandering about, Feng Yuan found that the shelves were neatly arranged. Aside from the strange items on the shelves, there seemed to be no other issues.

As for the exit? He hadn’t found any signs of it despite wandering for most of the day.

Xiao Ji seemed to observe something, and chirped in Feng Yuan’s arms, using its head to signal. Puzzled, Feng Yuan looked in the direction indicated, realizing he hadn’t been there. Could there be something odd?

Though planning to inspect systematically, since Xiao Ji noticed something, Feng Yuan didn’t mind leaving a marker to check out that place first.

"Hmm... a laboratory?"

Surprised, Feng Yuan glanced at Xiao Ji in his arms. He hadn’t expected it to find an exit. Due to the circular path, Feng Yuan had left a mark at the entrance, confirming that this place absolutely wasn’t the entrance,

Moreover, this door was deliberately hidden within the unusual patterns formed by the metal grooves. These grooves perfectly concealed the seams of the alien door; the door’s shape was designed bizarrely to ensure the grooves could fully obscure it.

"Hidden so well, yet they left small inscriptions marking what’s ahead; it’s so contradictory."

Gazing at the inscriptions on the wall, Feng Yuan murmured to himself with a strange expression. He truly couldn’t understand what was going on in this place.