Zhou Xuan fell into a strange state; his soul was knocked out of his body, causing his thoughts to become chaotic, as if he was thinking of everything, yet thinking of nothing.

He had no idea where he was headed, only that his Divine Soul was drifting at the speed of a day trip, crossing countless mountains and several large rivers, finally appearing alongside the rushing waters of a pale yellow river.

Throughout the journey spanning over a thousand miles, Zhou Xuan's soul was constantly followed by that folk Witch—

—To be precise, what followed him was a feather from the black cloak of the Witch.

After the Witch struck Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul out of his body, he plucked a black feather,

placing the black feather in his palm, where the lines of his palm seemed like tiny worms coming to life, burrowing into the black feather.

The palm-line worms became the black feather's veins, then condensed into bone and blood, forming a seed egg.

Once the seed egg broke open, a black raven emerged.

Feather turns into bone and blood, bone and blood form an egg, egg breaks with raven's birth; these complex transformations, took mere moments in the hands of the Witch.

He looked at the black raven in his hand and ordered, "Prince Wuhead, teach that young man what shifting form and shadows mean."

"Caw... Caw..."

After a couple of cries, the black raven spread its wings and flew, constantly circling within the hall of the God Traveling Department, and then bumped into a wall, disappearing without a trace.

Within the God Traveling Department, there was only a solitary black feather suspended in the air...

While the black raven tightly followed Zhou Xuan's day-traveling Divine Soul.

Standing at the shore of the rushing river, the black raven circled several times, emitting annoying cries before its wings began a strange vibration.

This vibration, Zhou Xuan of the past would be unable to perceive its profundity.

But now Zhou Xuan had joined the Dragon Seeking Sensing Sect, capable of sensing geomantic trends.

In his eyes, the frequency of the raven's wing vibrations was not random fluttering; it contained rhythm, harmonizing with the mountains and waters, with Heaven and Earth.

Zhou Xuan observed closely, no longer seeing the black raven, but perceiving the mountain winds howling, the clear springs flowing, the surging river, the mountains rising from the lowlands.

The black raven too became a part of the breath of the landscape.

"Caw... Caw..."

After several calls, the black raven disappeared without a trace, transforming into a black feather, falling towards Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan reached out to catch it.

The feather was warm, feeling as if it was alive, awakening Zhou Xuan's chaotic spirit.

Holding the feather, Zhou Xuan recalled the folk Witch in the God Traveling Department—the one wearing a cloak resembling an Evil Ghost.

"This feather, is precisely the feather from that folk Witch's cloak."

"The black raven is the soul, the feather is its true body."

"After the soul traveled a thousand miles, the soul vanished, yet the flesh arrived... no wonder it's called shifting form and shadows."

Immediately, Zhou Xuan speculated on the whereabouts of the "black raven."

The feather appearing by the Yellow Origin River indicates that the raven's soul and flesh swapped positions directly.

"The black raven" should now be in the God Traveling Department.

...

Just as Zhou Xuan expected, the floating feather in the God Traveling Department disappeared, while the wing-spread black raven circled within the department,

After circling a couple of times, it landed on the shoulder of the folk Witch, softly cawing as if conveying something.

With its cries, the folk Witch blossomed into laughter, and his terrible demeanor softened somewhat with the smile.

He clapped his hands with mirth and said, "The young man is quite brilliant; originally, I thought Prince Wuhead would need to teach him multiple times, but unexpectedly, he comprehended the shifting form and shadows magic skill just by watching once."

"Prince Wuhead, the matter instructed by Golden Bell has been concluded; let's go."

The folk Witch grabbed the black raven, and the lines in his palm danced again; with a few strikes, the black raven transformed into a puff of black vapor and a feather, burrowing back into the cloak.

Both man and raven disappeared,

while the Ancient Tree Golden Bell ceased its resonant hum, its brilliant golden light dimming.

The Golden Bell chimed thrice, the sound waves transforming into Daoist, Demon Monk, and folk Witch; each seemed to fulfill a mission, vanishing once completed.

Yet what those three accomplished was clearly perceived by the painter.

The Ancient Tree Golden Bell serves as the foundation for the God Traveling Departments everywhere,

the God Travelers in each prefecture are spiritually linked to the Golden Bell; should any anomaly occur, the God Travelers instantly sense it.

The Daoist slaying a fox, the Demon Monk cutting down a monk, the Witch striking a soul; the details of these three occurrences were noted by every God Traveler in Mingjiang Prefecture.

Instantly, the entire God Traveling Department fell into disarray,

numerous Hall Secret Letters came rushing in, all inquiring how the painter should proceed.

"I will investigate what happened at West Suburb Temple and Kui Mountain Taoist Temple; all lanterns should orbit the God Traveling Department and guard the Golden Bell."

The painter instructed thusly.

So one Divine Lantern after another began patrolling within several hundred meters around the God Traveling Department.

Just after the painter finished instructing the God Travelers, the next moment, Zhou Xuan's body disappeared,

while Zhou Xuan's soul manifested in the God Traveling Department: "Old Hua, initiate the Space Law, rendezvous at Heavenly Gate Water Village in front of Yellow Origin River."

Upon saying this, Zhou Xuan's soul engaged in another day trip, while the painter used Tao Flame to tear through space, rapidly traveling to Heavenly Gate Water Village using the Space Law.

...

"Boom! Boom!"

Yellow Origin River, a temperamental river, nurturing the beings of a prefecture, yet every few decades, it floods, swallowing countless living beings into its waters.

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