High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1485: Chapter 229 Real Vision

In his dizziness, a bizarre tableau slowly unfolded in front of Zheng Qing.

It was a tableau based in black and white tones.

In the top left corner, a conspicuous sixteen-pointed star was connected to a figure in a long robe with no visible face, as if it were his head or a pattern masking his face.

This nameless entity had both hands shaped like claws, reaching out from the wide sleeves. The left hand held a crystal ball, and the right gripped a scepter, with the sleeves interwoven with mysterious spells. Behind him, a huge Phaeton Wheel filled with odd runes. Just a peripheral glance made Zheng Qing feel dizzy and slightly out of control.

He hurriedly averted his gaze.

But his consciousness inevitably became somewhat chaotic.

Around the Phaeton Wheel, there were several celestial bodies of varying sizes resembling ’meteorites’. They were called such because these bodies were covered with pits like those on meteorites, or similarly, traces like lunar craters.

Then, under the most prominent ’meteorite’, Zheng Qing saw a line of tiny characters—THE MOON.

It was the Moon.

Indeed, it was the moon, the warlock stared at the name for quite some time, until the chaos in his mind slightly receded, and he slowly realized what that line of text meant.

Looking again at the big and small spheres around the huge Phaeton Wheel, Zheng Qing belatedly reacted, understanding that the upper left part of the painting depicted the appearance of the starry sky.

All sorts of planets.

The large ones in the picture were as big as bottle caps, with craters on the planets clearly visible; the small ones were just the size of pinheads, hanging inconspicuously against the dark background. Some planets had star rings, some had coronas, arranged near and far, each with different forms.

With this realization, when the warlock’s gaze moved to the right half, seeing the undulating mountains, winding coastlines, shadow-filled border areas, neatly arranged small cities, sky-reaching towers and peaks, and the tiny islands like specks of sand, he finally realized what this painting depicted.

It depicted everything in the Dreamland.

From top to bottom.

From the skies to the depths of the earth.

The Abyss, stone-filled deserts, Lomar, Cardas, the cold plateau, Zien Cave, Seraphis, Uubos Lake, Naz Canyon, East Waste, Central Ocean, South Sea, and so on, each place marked with tiny black letters.

Zheng Qing saw everything in Dreamland in this scroll.

He saw giant purple spiders residing in the northern highlands on the map, with a huge luminous tower obstructing their descent.

He saw giants covered in black hair, swinging limbs with huge forks, living in Stone City, offering their piety to this nameless being.

He saw enchanting forests, those referred to as ’Zu Ge’, with brown outlines and glossy fur, beating their chests, flourishing in dense oak forests with several particularly ancient oaks, cracked open, with the term ’passage’ marked next to it in tiny tadpole-shaped script—Absolution Hunting Team came to Dreamland through these cracks.

He also saw the blue Sky River.

Zheng Qing’s gaze followed the river, extending all the way until he saw Uubos City—the most prominent symbol on the map being a cat’s head, hanging on top of several sharp roofs.

Seemingly aware of the warlock’s gaze, the ears on the cat’s head quivered and tilted its head up, glancing upwards with a look filled with curiosity.

This was a living map, Zheng Qing understood internally.

Immediately, he realized that perhaps through this map, he could find the whereabouts of the Faceless Demon—just as this thought emerged in his mind, his field of view abruptly shifted, and colorful, blurred blocks once again filled his consciousness.

When those blocks dissipated and everything in his sight became clear again, Zheng Qing saw the blue Sky River, undulating hills, small patches of farmland, cooking smoke, fences, and winding roads.

Then he saw a troop advancing on the road.

A huge and bizarre troop composed of Zu Ge, Ancient Leather Giant, Shatake bird flock, and Ghouls.

In the center of the troop, there was a litter carrying a small figure; next to the litter was a tall figure, riding on a giant purple spider.

The spider’s eight slender and sharp claws moved wantonly, occasionally trampling a Zu Ge to death. Those brown little creatures carefully beat their chests to convey their sorrow, then buried their companions, allowing new members to join the troop to continue marching forward.

Seemingly noticing the spying gaze.

The tall figure on the spider raised its head, looking towards the sky, revealing a pair of crimson eyes.

Almost simultaneously, the small figure sitting on the litter also raised its head and looked upward. Then Zheng Qing saw a face that was familiar yet strange.

Familiar because the face belonged to Zhu Si.

Strange, because the eyes on that face had turned crimson.

The warlock cried out loud, his vision darkened, and he felt a strong sensation of falling—like the feeling of falling from the sky when getting off the plane on his entering school flight.

Crash. Crash.

The sound of glass shattering and falling to the ground resounded again in the warlock’s ears.

Chaotic, irregular blocks of color refilled his vision, like a cocktail being mixed. Intense and chaotic. The world spun and shook, all tending towards darkness amidst the shattering.

The end of the darkness was a silence.

At the end of the silence, a beam of light appeared.

”Wake up!”

”Wake up quickly!”

A familiar and urgent voice echoed around Zheng Qing’s ear, he strained to open his eyes, the light slightly glaring causing him to involuntarily raise his hand while trying to tilt his head to one side.

”He’s awake too!”

The familiar voice became clearer, and Zheng Qing’s chaotic thoughts took a good while to realize, this voice belonged to Jiang Yu.

Thinking of Jiang Yu, the warlock remembered that their group was visiting Elder Atar in the Wusa Temple.

Then he remembered the spinning top, the bizarre scenes after the top stopped, chasing the Faceless Demon, and seeing that troop and the small figure within it.

Those crimson eyes.

The warlock’s eyes suddenly widened, he suddenly sat up, his face pale, his eyes showing terror.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the witch.

”Drink it.”

Jiang Yu twisted off the cap of an Ampoule Bottle, brought the neck of the glass bottle to the warlock’s lips, and said with a tone of command and explanation, ”Don’t speak! You just came out from ’Real Vision,’ what you need most right now is this!”

The glass bottle contained a pool of transparent liquid emitting white light, and one could vaguely see golden specks undulating and settling in the liquid.