socalfunplaces Chapter 1064 Vague Information
Chapter 1064 Vague Information
thump.
thump.
thump.
As the thumping sound spread, the runes on the hall floor brightened by one degree. The silver-white halo also expanded outward by half an inch.
Su Wanwan stared wide-eyed at the scene—she really was repairing the seal.
Her cultivation was filling the crack left by the moonlight every minute and every second.
She wanted to be happy, but she didn't have time.
Because outside the aperture, those black things started attacking.
The first wave of attacks came suddenly and fiercely. The largest ball of black mist contracted abruptly from three zhang outside the light circle, then shot out like a cannonball, crashing into the silvery-white light barrier. The light barrier flashed violently, and the black mist was bounced back, reforming outside the light circle. It was a third smaller than before, but quickly absorbed new power from the surrounding mist and slowly recovered.
Chu Yang stood at the edge of the circle of light, watching this scene, his eyes darkening.
"Can't they break through the aperture?" he asked.
Bai tide's voice came from somewhere, as if through a thick layer of water: "It can't be broken through. But the aura will deplete. Every impact will consume the Moon Core's energy. What you need to do is block those things before the aura runs out—before the Moon Core's energy is used to maintain the seal instead of defense."
"How do I block it?" Sun Wukong had already reached the edge of the light circle, his golden cudgel held horizontally in front of him.
"Go in and block them," Bai tide said. "You all stand outside the light circle and scatter those things before they hit it."
Sun Wukong glanced at Chu Yang.
Chu Yang nodded.
Without saying a word, Sun Wukong stepped out of the halo.
The air outside the aperture changed immediately.
Like sharks that have smelled blood, the black things instantly abandoned the aura and surged towards Sun Wukong. Dozens of large and small black mists rushed towards him from all directions at an astonishing speed, causing the air currents they created to make his blue short jacket flutter loudly.
Sun Wukong chuckled.
It wasn't the polite kind of laugh; it was the kind of laugh that said, "Finally, this is getting interesting."
He gripped the golden cudgel in one hand, drawing a circle in mid-air. Wherever the cudgel swept, the air was torn open, emitting a sharp whistling sound. The first few wisps of black mist, struck by the cudgel, vanished silently without a sound or scream, like water poured into a fire, disappearing with a "whoosh."
But more black mist surged up.
They have no intelligence, or at least they don't seem to. They don't dodge, they don't turn, they just charge straight at you, crash into the golden cudgel, dissipate, and then the ones behind continue to surge forward. Wave after wave, without end, like a tide.
Sun Wukong stood three feet outside the circle of light, sweeping his staff back and forth. His movements were slow, but each strike perfectly blocked the direction from which the black mist was rushing towards him. His expression slowly changed from "interesting" to "annoying".
"That's it?" he muttered. "This kind of stuff?"
"Don't let your guard down," Bai tide's voice came through again. "This is just the appetizer. The real trouble is yet to come."
As if to confirm her words, the largest black wolf skeleton deep in the hall suddenly trembled.
The black mist seeping from the gaps in the runes suddenly stopped surging, as if receiving some command, and froze in place. Then, they began to merge. Dozens of small wisps of mist gathered into one large wisp of mist, which then merged with other large wisps of mist, finally becoming three enormous black wisps of mist that almost filled half the hall.
The three wisps of mist slowly deformed in the air, gradually coalescing into a shape.
The shape of a wolf.
Three giant wolves formed from black mist stood outside the circle of light, their six dark red eyes fixed on Su Wanwan inside.
Their bodies weren't solid, but their outlines were clearly defined—pointed ears, long snouts, thick necks, smooth backlines, four long, powerful legs, and a slightly drooping tail. Each one was as big as a calf, twice the size of a real wolf.
They opened their mouths.
The silent howl rang out again, but this time, Su Wanwan not only "heard" it, she felt it—the howl contained anger, resentment, and a deep-seated hatred for Yuehua that had been sealed away for countless years.
And now, she is surrounded by the aura of moonlight.
The three fog wolves moved at the same time.
Instead of charging straight at them, they spread out, flanking from three different directions. The one on the far left leaped onto the wall of the hall, running on the vertical stone surface with the same stability as walking on flat ground; the one in the middle charged forward, so fast that it left a black afterimage in the air; the one on the far right disappeared into the runic cracks in the ground, passing underground and leaving only a raised mark on the stone slab.
Sun Wukong frowned.
The attack methods of these three wolves were far superior to those of the mindless charging black mist from before.
He switched from wielding the golden cudgel with one hand to using both, spinning it in front of him and creating a whirlwind of silvery white light. He glanced at Chu Yang, who was standing at the edge of the circle of light: "Brother, keep an eye on things. I, Old Sun, will test the waters first."
After saying that, he faced the fog wolf charging head-on from the middle.
The moment the golden cudgel collided with the mist wolf, Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed slightly.
The staff pierced through the mist wolf's body, but the feeling was off. It wasn't hitting a solid object, nor was it hitting air; it struck something in between—there was resistance, but it was soft, like inserting the staff into a large lump of sticky glue. The golden cudgel tore a gash in the mist wolf's body, but the gash was quickly filled by the surrounding mist, like ripples disappearing and returning to calm on the surface of water.
"Not affected by physical attacks?" Sun Wukong muttered.
Taking advantage of his distraction, the mist wolf opened its mouth and lunged at him. The instant the wolf's mouth opened, Su Wanwan saw what was inside—not teeth, but a thicker, darker cloud of black mist, with something swirling in the center, like a tiny black hole.
Sun Wukong turned his head to dodge, and the black mist flew past his ear and crashed into the light barrier behind him, causing the light barrier to flash again.
"Watch out, Monkey King!" Su Wanwan couldn't help but shout.
"Sit still," Sun Wukong said without turning his head.
He took a half step back and re-examined the three mist wolves. The one on the left was still running along the wall, while the one on the right emerged from underground, forming a triangular formation with the one in the middle that surrounded him.
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, the base of the cudgel striking the bluestone slab with a dull, metallic clang. His eyes lit up, not with reflected light, but with their own light shining through—golden light, like two small lanterns.
"I, Old Sun, don't care who you are," he said slowly, his voice not loud, but it resonated throughout the hall. "Anyone blocking my way will have to leave."
The runes on the golden cudgel lit up.
Not all of it, just a small part, but that small part was enough to make the staff glow like a golden band. Sun Wukong gripped the staff with both hands, pivoted on his left foot, and spun around like a top, the golden cudgel drawing a perfect golden circle around him.
The rings spread outwards, sweeping across the entire hall like ripples on water.
The mist wolf on the left wall was struck by the ring, letting out a silent scream. Its entire body began to shatter from its head, spreading rapidly like cracks on porcelain, before exploding into countless tiny black fragments. The fragments floated in the air for a few breaths before completely dissipating.
The mist wolf on the right, which had just emerged from underground, was also struck in the hindquarters; its two hind legs were gone, and it turned into a cloud of mist. It crawled a couple of steps on its front legs, its body slowly reforming, but much more slowly.
The mist wolf in the middle that was hit head-on by Sun Wukong suffered the worst—its entire body was split in two by the ring, and the two halves struggled a few times before dissipating at the same time.
The hall fell silent for a brief moment.
Su Wanwan's mouth was open, and she forgot to close it.
Chu Yang stood at the edge of the halo, glanced at Sun Wukong, and showed a hint of approval in his expression.
But Bai tide's voice immediately poured cold water on the situation: "Don't be happy. They will regenerate. As long as that wolf king is still around, these mist wolves will keep regenerating."
As if to prove her words, the two dark red lights on the largest black wolf bone suddenly flashed, and the black mist in the hall that had not completely dissipated was pulled back by an invisible hand, gathering and condensing again.
The three-headed mist wolf stood unharmed in the same spot.
Sun Wukong clicked his tongue, slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder, and glanced back at Chu Yang: "Brother, looks like it's your turn. I, Old Sun, will take a break first."
Without wasting any words, Chu Yang stepped out of the halo.
The moment he walked out, Su Wanwan's heart clenched.
It wasn't because she was worried Chu Yang couldn't win—she knew Chu Yang could. It was because she suddenly realized that after Chu Yang left, she would be the only one left inside the circle of light.
She sat beneath the moon's center, with surging silvery-white liquid above her head and silvery-white light walls all around her. Outside the light walls were three menacing mist wolves, while Chu Yang walked toward the three wolves with his back to her.
She didn't have time to think about it.
Because the lunar energy has started to flow again.
She closed her eyes, drawing her attention back to her body, and guided the lunar energy through her meridians, storing and releasing it according to the methods of the "Lunar Breath Guiding Technique." With each breath, a wisp of lunar energy overflowed from her body and was absorbed by the moon's center above her head. Each time it was absorbed, the runes in the hall brightened a little, and the silvery-white halo expanded outwards slightly.
She's fixing it.
Chu Yang is fighting outside.
Sun Wukong rested to the side, but his eyes were always fixed on the three-headed mist wolf, ready to attack again at any time.
Tang Sanzang stood at the edge of the halo, his hands clasped together, his lips moving slightly—Su Wanwan didn't know if he was reciting scriptures or praying, but she noticed that he never took a step back.
An attack from three directions, three mist wolves—Chu Yang alone is enough.
He didn't use a weapon, or rather, his weapon was his hand. When the first mist wolf pounced from the front, Chu Yang dodged its attack by sidestepping, and with his right hand, he lifted it from below, his palm touching the mist wolf's lower jaw—or rather, the location of the mist wolf's lower jaw. Something flashed in his palm, not light, but an indescribable force, like a stone thrown into a mud pit—not powerful, but terrifyingly precise.
The head of the fog wolf exploded in his palm.
It didn't disappear entirely; only its head exploded. The headless mist wolf spun twice in place before slowly regrowing a head, but this process took at least three times longer than before.
Chu Yang didn't give it a chance to fully recover. He followed in, his left hand forming a fist, and his fingertip touched the mist wolf's chest—if the mist had a chest. This wasn't as powerful as the previous palm strike, but the effect was more thorough. Starting from the point of impact, the mist wolf's body melted rapidly like ice meeting fire, stopping halfway through melting. The remaining half of its body twitched a few times on the ground before becoming completely still.
It didn't dissipate, it "died".
Su Wanwan opened her eyes a crack and just happened to see this scene.
She had only one thought in her mind—just how much more was this person hiding?
But she didn't have time to look at it much, because the menstrual flow had started again.
Cultivation, meditation, guidance, overflow.
Cultivation, meditation, guidance, overflow.
Back and forth.
She didn't know how much time had passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps two—Su Wanwan had completely lost her sense of time. Her consciousness, washed clean by the moonlight, became both blurred and clear—blurred in her perception of the outside world, clear in her control over every meridian and every breath within her body. She could feel her dantian expanding, the moonlight flowing faster through her meridians, and her body being gradually "transformed" by the moonlight—not in a brutal, tearing way, but in a gentle, silent, permeating way, like water seeping into stone, slowly and irreversibly changing its texture.
She felt that she had changed.
It wasn't just that she became stronger—at least not just stronger. She felt more "complete." Before, she always felt there was something empty inside her, like several rooms in a large house with locked doors. She knew those rooms existed, but she couldn't enter. Now, those doors were opening one by one, revealing what was inside—not gold and silver treasures, not some amazing magic, but simply her own things, things she should have always had but had never been developed.
This feeling made her want to cry.
But she didn't cry, because she felt a hand.
It wasn't a real hand, but a touch of breath. That hand reached out from the center of the moon and gently, slowly, placed itself on her head, as if stroking a child's head. That hand had no warmth, no shape, but Su Wanwan clearly felt its presence.
It is the moonlight.
It wasn't Yuehua's soul—Yuehua's soul had long since dissipated. It was a wisp of Yuehua's will remaining in Yuexin's heart. That wisp of will was awakened during her cultivation, and it peeked out from Yuexin's heart to confirm who the little fox who was cultivating was.
Once the confirmation was complete, that wisp of will was withdrawn.
But before she could take it back, Su Wanwan sensed a vague message.
It wasn't language, it wasn't writing, it was a thought. That thought was so faint, so faint, that Su Wanwan almost thought she was dreaming, but it had indeed existed. (End of Chapter)