nucmednet Chapter 368: Church in the Courtyard
Chapter 368: Church in the Courtyard
Xingluo suddenly felt that this was a good idea. Suddenly, the great magician slowly stood up and began to walk outside. Xingluo did not look directly at him, and even the movements of his hands remained unchanged. The wine went down his throat, and the fragrance spread instantly. His mental power also extended over, leaving a wandering little mental snake following him.
Xingluo was enjoying this rare leisure time while drinking. It was rare that he had not practiced, but he inexplicably felt that there was something wrong with this great magician. There was no pure directness for a magician. This was a choice he made after considering many details that the magician had not discovered. It was a revelation brought to him by his subconscious. Xingluo knew that this time he might have unexpected gains.
“If a person meditates all the time and never slacks off, he will easily encounter bottlenecks and it will not be easy to break through. Relaxing during normal meditation will not waste much time in general. On the contrary, he will break through faster than those who meditate every day. Of course, relaxation does not mean relaxing every day. Once or twice occasionally will be enough. Relaxing every day can only be called degeneration.” This is what the old village chief said to him when he was leaving last time. Xingluo still remembered it clearly. He did not expect that the village chief of Luoshen Village could have such knowledge. Even though he has become a mage, he still feels that this sentence is applicable.
Xingluo's mental power fell on the great magician like starlight, but the other party didn't notice it at all. With such a big difference in levels, it was difficult to discover Xingluo's unique mental power. Xingluo was just curious, and his mental power didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He was driving his mental power with intuition at this time, and he simply wanted to see where this person wanted to go after drinking.
Even if Xingluo didn't activate the star formation, he could still do two things at once. He continued to drink and listen to the drunkards bragging while using his mental power to follow the great magician with strange movements. The man didn't walk far before he called a carriage and started to gallop towards the darkness in the city, but Xingluo's mental power covered faster and easily caught up with the carriage.
In the endless darkness, Xingluo entered a deep meditative state, a realm beyond ordinary consciousness. He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the spiritual power within. The spiritual power that had been trained and expanded through meditation came into play at this moment.
Xingluo caught something with traces of the great magician's energy, a strangely shaped ring. This item was like a spiritual link, helping Xingluo anchor to a specific individual. Concentrate your mind and use your spiritual power to sense the energy vibration contained in it.
Once this connection is established, the Stalker can begin to use their mental powers, exploring in the darkness like invisible tentacles. They try to sense the target's mood swings, thought frequencies, and even mental imprints they may have left. This perception may appear as vague images, ripples of emotion, or intuitive guidance.
During the tracking process, the mental power may encounter obstacles, such as strong emotional interference, chaotic energy of the environment, and even the target's own defense mechanisms. Trackers need strong willpower and concentration to overcome these challenges and continue to guide their mental power to track their prey.
As time goes by, the tracker may gradually feel that they are getting closer and closer to the target. Their mental vision may even present a vague picture of the target's location, or feel the target's current emotional state. Xingluo had never used mental tracking so carefully before, and now it is still okay to use, without any jerky feeling. It seems that his mental power has been tempered to be more tenacious, which makes Xingluo feel satisfied.
Xingluo followed the trail all the way down. In the holy city at night, a huge courtyard lay quietly under the moonlight, like a peaceful painting drawn with light and shadow. The courtyard was located in an ancient stone building complex, surrounded by towering city walls, which looked solemn and mysterious under the starlight. On top of the city walls, rows of griffins were watching the night sky, their faces shining with a quiet light in the moonlight.
After the great magician got off the carriage, the carriage galloped away, but it stopped not long after it went away, and stopped forever. Not only the coachman, but even the horse died. Xingluo's pupils shrank slightly. He still underestimated the other party. He actually killed people under the tracking of his mental power, a magician who used poison. Xingluo became more and more curious. This is the disadvantage of mental power. It cannot perfectly present things in the distance in front of the eyes. Slight differences can often lead people to make wrong choices.
In the center of the courtyard, a green lawn was like an emerald carpet inlaid between the stone paths. The breeze blew, and the grass leaves swayed gently in the moonlight, making a rustling sound, as if whispering an ancient story. In a corner of the lawn, a fountain stood, and the water column flashed silver light in the moonlight, and when it fell into the pond, it stirred up circles of ripples, breaking the silence of the night, and Xingluo's spiritual power followed like a breeze.
Around the courtyard, rows of neatly trimmed shrubs and carefully designed flower beds form a beautiful border. Although the flowers of various colors have fallen asleep, their fragrance still permeates the air and drifts away with the night breeze. Along the stone path, several ancient banyan trees stretch out their branches and leaves to form a natural shelter, adding a bit of depth and tranquility to this space.
On one side of the courtyard, a stone staircase leads to a magnificent church, whose majestic columns and delicate reliefs appear even more solemn in the moonlight. The faint candlelight from the church windows shines on the stone steps, adding an eerie tranquility to the quiet night.
The whole courtyard is immersed in the embrace of the night, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the time announcements from the distant clock tower breaking the silence. This is a place that belongs to moonlight and dreams, with every corner exuding the sedimentation of history and a sacred atmosphere, making people indulge in this tranquil beauty.
Xingluo didn't expect that in this holy city, someone actually moved a church into his home. He thought it was some powerful person in the upper echelons of the Holy See of Light. When Xingluo's mental power was about to track it down, he suddenly saw a pattern in the church. He was shocked and almost exploded with all his strength. Fortunately, he forced himself to stabilize his mind and finally regained his calm at the cost of spitting out blood. Although it was only superficial calm, at least his mental power was no longer boiling.
He was too familiar with this pattern. He had fallen asleep on countless nights while stroking this pattern, and his pillow would be soaked when he woke up. This was his secret and a hurdle that he could not cross.