Walk-in Heart Genesis’ Aura
Ju Mang directed, “I need you to find something. I don’t know what it is specifically, but I know that it will sustain their consciousness and that it’s in this tower. You can protect the souls if you get your hands on it.”
“I thought you didn’t want to protect the souls,” Mu Yu responded.
“I thought you wanted to rescue them.”
Mu Yu shrugged. “Everyone, I will find a way to get you out of here. To do so, I need all of the information on this place that you can provide me with. Do you know what in this tower helps you maintain your consciousness?”
“Yes, the strange water they pour on us.”
“Yeah, that.”
Mu Yu went to the centre of the eighteenth floor to find the basin used to collect their blood as the souls informed, and it was still spitting some sparks of ghost flames. The basin was where the screams of the souls were converted to blood to feed. The pool of gravity water beside the basin was essentially piled up bones.
This gravity water is different to the one outside, Mu Yu noted, gently stirring the gravity water with Wood Spirit.
There’s something familiar about this one in addition to something else being added… Oh, Walk-in Heart Genesis’ aura! Wait, why is Walk-in Heart Genesis here? Did Ghost Gate take it back? Does that mean mishap has befallen Reverend Nilei? No, no, the teenager told me he’s been tortured while conscious for over three hundred years, which means Walk-in Heart Genesis should’ve been here for, at least, three hundred years, yet Ghost Gate lost Walk-in Heart Genesis thirty-ish years ago. What the heck?”
Mu Yu asked, “Ju Mang, you know what Walk-in Heart Genesis is?”
“Something on par to Revealing Cauldron and Formation Palace,” Ju Mang answered.
“You sure?”
“More than I can be. Try finding it. If I’m not wrong, Walk-in Heart Genesis has two parts. Rather, it’s damaged. Ku Mu only took one half of it.”
“Are you saying I can help Dad if I find the Walk-in Heart Genesis here? All I see is hideous artwork around the pool, though. Let’s try something else.”
Mu Yu carefully extended a branch from Wood Spirit into the bloody basin to see where it led to. He learnt that it was a winding tunnel and that gravity did not apply to the gravity water inside the tunnel. Some of the water flowed up, while some of it flowed downward, suggesting it had a mind of its own. As he kept prying, he found that the exit ended on the seventh floor.
“Wait for me here,” Mu Yu instructed. “Do not run outside, or the water will pool you down and kill you.”
“Where are you going?” inquired a middle-aged soul.
“Down to hell… to save hell.” Mu Yu jumped into Wood Spirit to slide down to the seventeenth floor.
Besides the souls on the seventeenth floor sounding in agony, Mu Yu also heard, “Lowly human, how dare you ruin my work?! I will kill you!”
“Someone must be bored out of his skin,” Mu Yu slighted.
“Get out now and I’ll keep your death intact. Lowly hum-”
When Mu Yu relieved the souls of their pain, thereby ceasing their growls, Ghost Ancestor stopped spitting threats. “I see why your voice sounds so damn irritating now. Your voice is a combination of all of their cries. If they don’t scream, you don’t even have a voice. All that hala bala and you don’t even have a voice.”
Going down the floors started to feel mundane, especially with Ghost Ancestor proving he was not an innovator when it came to verbal warfare. Mu Yu would have had to rescue souls of various races and then explain what he did back on the eighteenth floor to advance to the next floor.
“Patient people like me deserve an award,” Mu Yu uttered to himself. “If one soul has been tortured since five hundred years ago, that means this place has existed for half a millennium already.”
“Hurry up. I’m sure it’s below this floor,” Ju Mang urged upon reaching the first floor.
Mu Yu went up the next basin of blood to find out where it led…
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