After Transmigrating into an Evil God - Chapter 11

As the seal shattered, a unique spiritual essence spread out from Ding Qin’s eyes. Just as it was about to spread beyond the courtyard walls, it was restrained by an ethereal and steady force.

The Manor Spirit Hou Li materialized in the courtyard, gazing at Ding Qin in amazement.

This world occasionally bestowed special talents upon individual beings. During the Li family’s prosperous times, he had also witnessed such naturally gifted individuals, but none had ever been as powerful as Ding Qin.

This was both a blessing and a calamity.

However… Hou Li glanced at Li Chi sitting in meditation. Having encountered a High God, this little girl’s calamity could be considered past.

Li Chi, seated in meditation, was feeling troubled.

The Crane God’s seal had shattered—by all logic, it shouldn’t have…

Could it be that under the impact of the power in Ding Qin’s eyes, this seal had already reached the brink of breaking, and thus was shattered with just one blow?

It seemed that was indeed the case.

But the Crane God’s seal had completely shattered, and he couldn’t restore it. He would have to do it himself. However, so many different types of seals surfaced in his memory—which would be most suitable?

Li Chi hesitated for a moment, then selected the most foolproof one from among the compatible seals.

Gentle divine power traced out flowing runes, like wind rolling clouds and flying ropes crossing the sky, intercepting the spiritual essence within through a wondrous rhythm.

After the seal was completed, it automatically concealed itself. This was one of the signs of a successful seal, yet the two streams of spiritual essence in Ding Qin’s eyes remained lively and active, not rigid like they had been under the Crane God’s seal.

Could it have failed?

Li Chi sensed around—the spiritual essence floating in the air had been re-contained within Ding Qin’s eyes, so it should still be effective. He just didn’t know why it seemed to produce such a difference from the Crane God’s seal, and whether the effects would be different…

“Done,” Li Chi’s clear voice sounded.

Ding Qin opened her eyes. She looked around and blinked hard in disbelief.

She saw a clear world, saw extraordinary colors, saw the spiritual energy flowing through all things.

She looked at the deity before her, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes.

She saw pure light, not blinding, yet so vast.

“I…” She frantically wiped her eyes, but couldn’t stop the tears.

Li Chi was startled—was there a problem with the seal? He instinctively raised his hand and brushed over Ding Qin’s eyes. His divine power touched the seal, and the hidden seal reappeared. The runes rippled, generating a faint spiritual mist that enveloped the spiritual essence in Ding Qin’s eyes.

Ding Qin opened her eyes. She looked at Li Chi, and no longer saw that vast light.

She could still see those extraordinary colors, could see the spiritual energy contained in all things, could see the spiritual glow on the little mouse, Jin Yan, and Hou Li. Her gaze lingered on Hou Li for a moment—in her eyes, Hou Li was different from other beings. He appeared in a state that was half-real and half-ethereal, as if he didn’t completely exist there, but rather… was distributed throughout the entire manor.

Ding Qin withdrew that bit of curiosity and looked back at the deity opposite her. But she couldn’t see any light on Li Chi, as if he didn’t exist at all.

“What did you see?” Li Chi asked.

“I just saw vast light,” Ding Qin answered, then shook her head. “But I can’t see it now.”

“Your eyes see too deeply, but your own capacity to bear it is still insufficient. Some things are better left unseen,” Hou Li said.

Hou Li was also amazed in his heart—amazed both by the strength of Ding Qin’s eyes and by High God Li Chi’s method of sealing them.

Seal, seal—a seal is power, and sealing its function is called a seal. Sealing such a pair of powerful spirit eyes was already difficult, but High God Li Chi could actually seal only the outward leakage of spiritual energy and essence from these spirit eyes without affecting their function.

If he hadn’t personally witnessed the spiritual essence in Ding Qin’s eyes just now, looking at her clear black and white eyes now, he would at most praise how bright and spirited they looked, never suspecting they were actually a pair of naturally gifted spirit eyes.

And such a pair of powerful spirit eyes had been moved to tears when they saw the spiritual light on High God Li Chi.

Hou Li recalled how he had once measured High God Li Chi against the Flame Lord of the northwestern lands, since the Flame Lord was similarly a deity who could influence his surroundings with his own power. But now it seemed that High God Li Chi’s origins were probably far more impressive than the Flame Lord’s.

High God Li Chi, who was probably far more impressive than the Flame Lord, was now secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

It seemed the seal had no problems—fortunately, he hadn’t damaged Ding Qin’s eyes. He just didn’t know how long this seal could last; it would be better to resolve the issue as soon as possible. Since the Crane God had directed her to seek the protection of a powerful deity in a town, it would be best to follow that guidance.

Li Chi then asked, “Which town do you want to go to?”

Ding Qin wrung her clothes and asked, “Can I stay here?”

Li Chi said nothing.

Ding Qin said urgently, “I want to repay you! Let me be your divine messenger! The Crane God said my eyes are very useful!”

Although Ding Qin didn’t know what use her eyes could be to a deity, she remembered what the Crane God had said at the time.

“Go find a powerful deity and become their divine messenger. Remember to look among the most powerful ones—don’t be foolishly deceived by some minor god. With such talent as yours, there’s hardly anyone who could refuse you,” the Crane God Bai Hong had sighed. “If I hadn’t expected your eyes to develop so formidably, I would have originally wanted you to be my divine messenger.”

Now her eyes would no longer bring trouble, and she wanted to stay and repay the deity who had saved her.

Li Chi looked at the little girl across from him. She was not tall, her features still carried a childish quality, her eyes looked at him earnestly, her clothes still bore the dirt from running through the forest, and her hands nervously twisted at her sleeves.

Still just a child.

Li Chi didn’t answer, only saying to Hou Li, “Fellow daoist, do you still have any clean clothes?”

“I should be able to find a few,” Hou Li replied. Understanding Li Chi’s meaning, he extended his hand to Ding Qin. “I’ll take you to change clothes.”

Ding Qin pressed her lips together and obediently followed Hou Li away.

After they left, Jin Yan asked, “Why not keep her as a divine messenger?”

He quite liked this little girl—she had a resilience in her character. With one arm broken and her ankle twisted like that, she could still drag her foot and move forward step by step.

There were countless cultivators in this world, and without that resilience, what right did anyone have to climb smoothly to the top?

Moreover, the power of those eyes was indeed extraordinarily rare.

Li Chi tapped his fingers, “Let’s wait a few more days before deciding.”

Before long, Jin Yan also left. The little mouse was still foolishly chasing the sycamore seed on the ground.

Li Chi lifted the thread upward—he planned to study this thread further. It was related to healing his divine body’s injuries, so he couldn’t afford to neglect it.

The little mouse thought Li Chi was playing with it and wouldn’t let go, so it was lifted up along with the seed, hanging in the air and spinning around.

Li Chi reached out and plucked the taut thread in the air. A unique humming sound suddenly rang out.

The little mouse, clutching the sycamore seed, immediately released its claws and fell to the ground, curling into a ball and trembling.

Li Chi’s expression also became solemn. In that humming sound just now, he had sensed the power of “fear” among the seven emotions.

He looked at the little mouse—several karmic threads on its body had solidified and were trembling violently, their frequency matching the thread’s vibration.

Li Chi bent down and scooped up the little mouse. Its aura was scattered and unstable due to fear, but gradually calmed under Li Chi’s soothing. Those trembling karmic threads also calmed, but their solidified state didn’t change.

Li Chi frowned and said, “Stay in the manor for the next few days. Don’t go out.”

This thread taken from the karmic line seemed able to trigger karmic threads on other beings through its own vibration. When karmic threads solidified, it meant their fruit was about to ripen. This fine thread’s power was related to “fear,” and the karmic threads that had solidified on the little mouse probably didn’t lead to any benevolent outcome.

It would be safer staying in the manor.

the little mouse nodded in confusion. Li Chi placed it back on the ground and resumed studying the fine thread.

The power of “fear”—was it because of Ding Qin’s terror when facing the wolf demon?

There was another problem: after returning, Li Chi had tried to pluck other karmic threads, but not one could be removed.

So why could this karmic thread from Ding Qin be plucked?

Was it because he had saved her life? Or was there something special about her?

But this plucked fine thread was just one case—he had no basis for comparison or judgment. If Ding Qin stayed, it would indeed be convenient for his research, but his place wasn’t exactly a good destination.

Li Chi shook his head silently.

Let’s observe a bit more.