One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 358 Chapter 359: Polar Night Fire

There are no four seasons in the night, so the wind has fewer names.

Winds without names are just wild winds, blowing randomly, because no matter where they blow, there are no poets to describe and record their words and deeds.

It’s just a sentence: The wind blows in the night, life and death are in the hands of God.

Zhao Fuyun was walking on this dark land. When he looked up, he saw black without any stars. This was very strange. He had an urge to fly upwards continuously. He wanted to see if he could fly out of this land.

When he thought of this, he immediately jumped up and turned into a ray of golden light and flew towards the sky. A ray of golden light crossed the dark night, and under the attention of countless creatures in the darkness, this ray of golden light went straight up into the depths of darkness.

No one knew whose escape light this was, but someone in the darkness was laughing and saying to those around him, "I don't know who has mastered such a dazzling escape technique and actually wanted to fly out of Old Black Heaven."

How high is the sky? There have been explorers for a long time, but no one has the answer, because when they fly to a certain height, they will find that everything in front of them is hazy and they can't tell up, down, left, or right.

They couldn't even tell where the earth was. Some said it was chaos, others said there were actually powerful restrictions at the edge of the night. If one could understand the method of the restrictions, one could uncover the essence of the night. However, no one had figured it out over the years.

The people below could hardly see the golden light clearly. It looked like a star hanging high in the sky.

It's not that there are no "stars" in the polar night, but these "stars" will fall, just like the escaping light that Zhao Fuyun transformed into at this time.

What he saw in front of him was not only darkness. His eyes were shining with golden light. He wanted to see clearly the fog in front of him, but the fog seemed to have penetrated into his eyes and he could not see clearly at all.

The fog not only entered his eyes, but also seemed to enter his brain, making his thoughts chaotic. When he realized it, he understood that he could not get out of this darkness no matter what, so he relaxed his mind, restrained his thoughts, and fell towards the ground.

After he felt the wind, golden light appeared on his body again and he fled downwards.

The people below saw this scene as if they had seen a falling meteor, except that the golden light only crossed half of the sky before disappearing into nothingness.

Zhao Fuyun fell to the ground again. His mind was clear. He couldn't help but recall the situation he had just experienced in the sky. He felt that the fog in the darkness was somewhat similar to the Yun family's restriction.

He was confused, but no one asked him.

At this moment, he was standing on a vast expanse of land, looking up at the sky, and couldn't help but ask in his heart: "How high is the night sky? Is there a boundary? Is the boundary fog related to the Yun family's cloud ban method?"

He had no answer in his heart, and no one could answer him.

Walking forward, the sky is dark and the ground is flat. It is a wasteland.

As he walked along, he discovered that there were actually quite a few people living in this wasteland.

These people are not pure humans, but human-like creatures. They also have human habits, live in associations, and have formed large and small villages in this wasteland.

These people all have their own abilities and methods of cultivation, but most of these methods are formed into rituals for worshiping ghosts and gods.

Moreover, in these villages, the most common ones are various statues of ghosts and gods, which are used to suppress the four directions and guard the villages. When Zhao Fuyun approached, he could clearly feel the divine power emanating from the statues of ghosts and gods standing on the four sides of the village.

When the people in the village saw the people outside surrounding and observing the village, they were also alarmed and looked alert.

Zhao Fuyun wanted to find someone to communicate with, but they obviously didn't want to. In their eyes, Zhao Fuyun was just a demon who was spying on the village.

The Orange Robe Demon, this was the name given to Zhao Fuyun by the people in this area after he circled all the major villages in this wasteland.

Zhao Fuyun discovered that some of the stone statues standing outside the villages and the statues carved on wooden stakes were the same while others were different, each with its own style.

One of the villages raised something like a ground-bound spirit. They buried a dog in the ground, and then used rituals to make it into a powerful spirit. When Zhao Fuyun approached, the dog spirit rushed out from the ground, first barking loudly with a loud voice.

When Zhao Fuyun heard the voice, he actually felt a little intimidated, as if the dog spirit was ready to pounce on him at any time and devour his soul.

He stood there without approaching or leaving. Someone in the village was awakened. Zhao Fuyun saw a wooden sign hanging above the village, which read: "Dog Barking House."

As the barking of dogs outside continued, the barking of dogs began to be heard inside the village. At the same time, the barking of dogs began outside again. It was in the darkness, and it seemed that there were dogs barking everywhere. They came in groups and surrounded on all sides.

The sense of intimidation became stronger and stronger, and slowly turned into biting and pouncing. The dog spirit in front of Zhao Fuyun had become extremely ferocious, with fangs bared and front legs lying on the ground, as if it was ready to pounce at any time.

Some people in the village had already come to the edge of the wooden stake and were looking outside. The moment the people inside saw Zhao Fuyun, they immediately shouted, "The Orange Robe Demon is coming."

Zhao Fuyun didn't want to break into other villages, so he retreated.

He continued walking forward and saw another village, which also had a wooden fence surrounding a piece of land.

But this village is very strange. There is a shrine built with rocks outside the village, and a human head is placed inside the shrine.

The hair on the head was already white, and its long hair was spread out. When Zhao Fuyun approached, the head suddenly opened its eyes, and the eyes emitted a faint green light.

Its white hair fluttered up in an instant and turned into strange silk threads, stabbing towards Zhao Fuyun. Those silk threads seemed to be able to penetrate the void, making Zhao Fuyun feel as if these hairs were about to drill into his scalp.

His eyes stared into the void, and flames suddenly appeared in the void. Flames also appeared on his body. The hair in the void was instantly burned out, and the flames rolled back and burned towards the old man's head.

The old man sensed the danger of destruction, and flew up, carrying flames, flying in the dark sky, and shouted loudly: "Someone is breaking into the village, someone is breaking into the village..."

As it shouted, it was completely burned by the flames and fell to the ground with a thud.

Just as this one head fell, hundreds and thousands of heads flew up in the village.

Each of these people had a different expression. Zhao Fuyun saw clearly that their faces were full of rich and lifelike expressions.

Their hair flew together and connected into pieces, like clouds, connecting the void and darkness. Zhao Fuyun felt that their mouths were brewing terrible spells, so he stepped back and disappeared in just two or three steps.

They came across another village, which looked ordinary, but there was a willow tree at the entrance of the village. Half of the willow tree was dry, and new buds were sprouting from the roots. However, when Zhao Fuyun looked at the new buds and branches, he felt that this willow tree was very special, even a little scary. The name of this village was Liuyou Village.

So he quietly retreated. After he retreated, an old man in the village came to the side of the willow tree and looked in the direction where Zhao Fuyun disappeared. He knew that the Orange Robe Demon had arrived at his village. There were naturally passages connecting the villages on the wasteland.

The news that an orange-robed demon had appeared in the wilderness from nowhere had already spread. Fortunately, this orange-robed demon seemed to be extremely cautious. After being discovered and sensing the village's defenses, he would leave.

After Zhao Fuyun stepped back, he continued to move forward.

Then he saw a fire.

Flames are common, but in this darkness, flames are the rarest thing to see.

He walked towards the ball of fire, and then he found that there were strange moths and butterflies flying towards the fire in the darkness, and there were also some other strange things gathering towards the darkness.

When you get closer, you will find that these flames are actually fire pits. From a distance, they look like a ball of fire. The flames are connected into one, burning the strange moths and butterflies that fly into the flames into ashes. Some strange things are also burned by the flames.

In front of each fire pit, there was a person sitting there.

They seemed to be meditating or praying. Zhao Fuyun could see that they were full of anger, which had already penetrated into their bones and blood.

They were actually practicing fire magic. Of course, some of them still had black air coming out of their bodies, which was the most common feature of creatures in the polar night. Some of them used the light of the fire to change the characteristics of their magical powers.

In the darkness, a demon rushed in. A humanoid fire man jumped out of a fire pit and entangled with the demon.

The flames intertwined, and the demon was quickly burned to death. Its bones were thrown into the fire pit and became fuel for the flames.

These fires were actually sacrificial fires fueled by the skeletons of demons in the darkness.

Zhao Fuyun stood there and watched for a long time, then slowly walked over. His figure was revealed in the flames. Someone immediately spotted Zhao Fuyun and looked towards him.

This was an old man with red hair and a very hot temper. Zhao Fuyun felt that he was the leader of this group of people.

The clothes of the other people and the elderly looked very simple and worn, and some were covered with animal fur.

When Zhao Fuyun walked over, the old man looked at Zhao Fuyun, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he actually stood up.

Then he bowed to Zhao Fuyun and said, "Your Excellency has a strong fire aura, are you a member of the Red Flame Divine Religion?"

The others also looked towards Zhao Fuyun, with different colours in their eyes. Some recognized the extraordinary robe Zhao Fuyun was wearing, and also felt Zhao Fuyun's ethereal and elegant aura, which was highlighted by the flames of the sacrificial fire here.

Zhao Fuyun shook his head and said, "I am not a member of the Chiyan Divine Religion, but I know a few friends who worship Chiyan."

The old man sighed and said, "I never thought that someone like you who carries the red flame aura is not a member of the Red Flame Sect. What is your name?"

"I'm Fuyun, and my master is from Tiandu Mountain. Nice to meet you, fellow Taoist." Zhao Fuyun said.

The old man's expression straightened up and he said, "So you are Taoist Fuyun, a high-ranking cultivator from Tiandu Mountain. I am Huo Miaozi, from the Puzhao lineage of the Red Flame Divine Sect. I am following the leader of my lineage to pass on the fire in this polar night. Nice to meet you, Taoist."

Zhao Fuyun looked at the old man in front of him, then at the people sitting around him, and his heart moved. He realized that although the other party spoke politely, they were actually still on guard against him.

He also understood that in this polar night, one should be extremely careful, so he said, "I also know a friend from the Chiyan Puzhao lineage. I once borrowed his temple to offer sacrifices and discuss the Dharma with him, and I benefited a lot from that."

"Oh, I wonder what your friend's name is?" Huo Miaozi asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"His name is Zhu Ke. We met in Guangyuan Market in Guangyuan Prefecture." Zhao Fuyun said.

When Zhao Fuyun said this name, he keenly noticed that the emotions of the people present had changed slightly.

However, the faint wariness on Huo Miaozi's face suddenly relaxed and turned into enthusiasm.

"It turns out that the Taoist priest knows our leader. What a fate. The leader came here a few days ago to teach us and guide us to perfect the Yuan Fire Gathering Formation." Huo Miaozi said.

"It has been decades since we parted in Guangyuan Prefecture. It turns out that he has come here to practice his teachings. The fire is shining everywhere. Where can it be better than this darkness?" Zhao Fuyun said with some emotion.

He still clearly remembered the temple priest named Zhu Ke.

Huo Miaozi had never heard his pulse master talk about the person in front of him, but he knew some of his pulse master's experiences, including that he had practiced in Guangyuan Prefecture for a period of time.

"The leader of the vein said that only by dispelling the darkness can the world be illuminated again, so we will light up this land piece by piece." Huo Miaozi said.

Zhao Fuyun was standing at the edge of a fire pit array. Huo Miaozi did not lead him into the array, and everyone still kept a certain distance.

It is dangerous for a person to enter someone else's formation, but it is not good to rashly invite others into the formation, so the two of them talked at the edge of the fire pit formation.

Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but ask after hearing what Huo Miaozi said, "But this darkness is so vast and boundless. If you keep lighting it piece by piece, when will you be able to dispel the darkness?"

"So we need to spread the word and the fire. We have only been in this wasteland for a short time. There are many villages in the wasteland. We hope to provide them with shelter with our sacrificial fire. As long as the fire is big enough and covers the whole wasteland, those evil things will have no place to stay."

Zhao Fuyun felt that his ideal was good and great, but difficult to achieve. He just respected the other party's behavior in realizing his ideas.

At this moment, a long horn sounded in the darkness. Huo Miaozi's face changed and he said, "It's them again."

As the horn sounded, wind blew in the darkness and rushed towards the flames, as if trying to extinguish them.

"Who is it?" Zhao Fuyun asked involuntarily.

"Of course, these slaves of darkness cannot stand the sight of fire. Wherever there is fire, they will attack." Huo Miaozi said with some resentment.

　The May Day holiday is almost over, I will adjust myself and then it will be time to work hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)