"Qing Mo? Demon of Emotion? What a strange name, but its abilities are truly bizarre."
Looking at the empty space, Yang Hong strode towards its boundaries.
The moment the thought arose, his figure was already pressed against the walls of the space.
He didn't need to walk; his will was enough to transport him.
Through the boundaries in all directions, Yang Hong could see countless spheres, large and small, stretching infinitely, beyond count.
The colors of those spheres were not just gray, but a myriad of hues.
They were resplendent and beautiful, yet who would have imagined that this was the Q ing Mo space that killed without a trace?
Each sphere represented an emotional space, a fatal killing intent.
Every emotion could lead to death, silently and without warning.
After studying this space for a while, Yang Hong had a rough understanding of the Q ing Mo space's general function.
"How do I leave this space?"
As soon as this thought formed, Yang Hong felt a wave of dizziness. When he regained his senses, he felt the power of his heartbeat.
His consciousness had returned to his body.
"The Sixth Prince has a heartbeat!"
"The Sixth Prince's pulse has returned!"
"The Sixth Prince has opened his eyes!"
"Excellent, the Sixth Prince has come back to life!"
Amidst the joyful shouts of a group of imperial physicians, Yang Hong opened his eyes and sat up.
"Young friend, you are awake. Can you tell this old Daoist what you experienced?"
Before Yang Hong could speak, the imperial physicians beside him were pushed aside by an invisible force. Li Lianshan, the Director of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, appeared directly before Yang Hong.
He tightly grasped Yang Hong's hand, and gentle true essence began to circulate within Yang Hong's body as he examined him.
Yang Hong was not surprised by Li Lianshan's presence. With the Crown Prince dead in the Great Sui dynasty, it would be dereliction of duty for the guardian not to conduct an examination.
"Senior, I am also unsure what happened. I just had a dream. In the dream, I was inexplicably agitated, and the agitation persisted. Then I began to self-harm in various ways. It wasn't until I was on the verge of death that a golden light shone upon me, and then I woke up."
Yang Hong spoke with seven parts truth and three parts falsehood.
"A dream? Golden light?
Could it be that a demonic beast, a nightmare, has entered the Great Sui?
But nightmares shouldn't be able to cast spells without approaching a person, and I haven't detected any demonic energy here."
As he examined Yang Hong's condition, Li Lianshan muttered to himself.
Yang Hong did not reply. His status prevented him from correcting Li Lianshan's speculation.
Suddenly, he felt a coolness on his head and instinctively reached up to touch it.
"Holy hell! Where are my hair? Where is my head of jet-black, lustrous hair!"
"Which bastard shaved my hair!"
Yang Hong had always been confident in his appearance. Being the number one handsome man in the Great Sui Dynasty contemporary was no joke.
His long, jet-black hair was also one of his prides.
He would wash it every three days, unfazed by the effort of styling.
Even as a cultivator in the Fusion realm, he was immaculate.
Now, all three thousand strands of worry had been gone.
"Young friend, you needn't worry. Although your hair has all fallen out, as long as you break free from the nightmare, it will grow back in no time."
Seeing Yang Hong's apparent concern for his hair, Li Lianshan offered a casual reassurance.
However, he did not withdraw the hand he had placed on Yang Hong.
He discovered that Yang Hong's physical condition was even weaker than when he had been unconscious, which was highly illogical.
Therefore, his true essence continued to circulate within Yang Hong's body.
"My hair fell out on its own?"
Yang Hong touched his bald head and then recalled the events in his dream, shuddering. He was filled with trepidation.
In the dream, he had pulled out his own hair and even the scalp.
"Senior, my hair should... still be able to grow back, right?"
"Young friend, rest assured, since you have woken up, it will definitely grow back."
Li Lianshan smiled and comforted him. Seeing how Yang Hong cared about his image and that there were no traces of internal energy or true essence in his body, not even residual demonic energy from a beast's invasion, he finally withdrew his hand.
However, he did not move away. He continued to gaze intently at Yang Hong, a faint white light flickering in his eyes.
Yang Hong knew that Li Lianshan was observing him with his pupil technique, so he became even more cautious about concealing his aura.
"Young friend, it is likely that your awakening, protected by golden light, signifies great fortune.
Then, have you gained any insights?"
Li Lianshan asked it as a question, but his tone was exceptionally confident.
Clearly, he had already detected something unusual about Yang Hong.
Yang Hong was startled, then deliberately avoided eye contact, looking around while his mind raced to devise a strategy.
He understood now that he must have revealed something unusual during his unconsciousness.
Seeing Yang Hong's evasive gaze, Li Lianshan naturally assumed he had obtained a great fortune but was unwilling to speak of it.
"Young friend, I have a 'Body Nourishing Pill' here. It is highly effective for mortals in regulating their bodies and enhancing their physique. Allow me to give it to you to help you recover."
"Ah, thank you, Senior."
Yang Hong immediately accepted the pill offered by Li Lianshan and then looked at him with expectant eyes, .oΓg
as if asking if there was anything else.
In his mind, he was already formulating a preliminary plan to deceive him, which he was refining.
"I imagine you must have been quite frightened. I also have two 'Spirit Returning Pills' here.
These are medicines used by genuine cultivators. For mortals, they not only sharpen the senses but also increase wisdom."
"Thank you, Senior. In that dream, I seemed to hear chanting. Perhaps I can recite it for Senior."
Yang Hong knew that it was best to seize the opportunity and had already devised his explanation.
"Haha~ Junior Brother indeed possesses great fortune. To hear chanting even in a dream is truly extraordinary."
"Heh heh~ It's just luck. But I don't understand the meaning of this scripture.
I still need Senior to ponder it."
Yang Hong inwardly scoffed when he heard Li Lianshan address him as "Junior Brother."
Was this a case of "money makes the world go round"?
"Junior Brother, come with me."
Without waiting for Yang Hong's agreement, Li Lianshan channeled a surge of true qi and they vanished from the room.
As for the cause of Crown Prince Yang Yong's death?
What did that have to do with him!
Upon arriving at the Grand Hall of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, Li Lianshan looked at Yang Hong eagerly.
"Junior Brother, please begin?"
"Then I shall begin."
Yang Hong felt a faint pressure of presence and no longer delayed.
"Supreme stars, responding without pause.
Expelling evil spirits and binding demons, protecting life and body.
Wisdom clear and bright, mind serene and tranquil.
Three souls eternal, spirit unlost and undestroyed..."
What Yang Hong recited was no longer the "Heart Sutra," but the Daoist "Wuliang Duren Jing,"
fully titled the "Lingbao Wuliang Duren Shangpin Miao Jing."
Of course, as a science-minded otaku, Yang Hong couldn't possibly remember the entire text.
However, when his grandfather passed away, he had diligently recited the ten great divine spells for salvation within it.
Now, as a cultivator in the Fusion realm, his past life memories were clear, and he could recite it completely.
Li Lianshan, standing opposite him, was dumbfounded.
As Yang Hong began to recite, a faint golden light, invisible to himself, emanated directly from his body.
That was merit!
He couldn't see it himself, but Li Lianshan, who had his pupil technique active, could.
"Lingbao Heavenly Venerable, comfort my form. Disciple's soul and spirit, the five viscera profound and hidden.
Azure Dragon and White Tiger, forming a formidable retinue. Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise, guarding my person."
As Yang Hong recited, his voice, amplified by an inexplicable power, slowly spread out but was also contained.
Only within three zhang of Yang Hong could the pronouncements, as vast as thunder, be heard.
Simultaneously, a dense golden light of merit shone brilliantly within the three zhang radius.
Li Lianshan felt his very soul being cleansed and purified.
"Heaven~ Heaven~ Heavenly grade!"