After groping for half a stick of incense in the dark, his eyes suddenly lit up. Meng Huang looked at the lightless stone chamber in shock. The stone chamber was ten feet in diameter. The ground was as flat as a mirror, and it was covered with extremely complicated and fine fluorescent lines.

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In the middle, there is a regular pool that is one foot wide and two feet long. The base is black about a foot below the surface of the pool. It is obviously different from the gray-brown rock mass around it. It is not clear what it is used for.

Opposite this large circular stone cave from the entrance passage, there is a smaller circular stone chamber connected to it. The ground is also densely textured. In the middle is a three-foot square stone platform, with an oval-shaped irregular stone the size of a basin placed on it.

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Meng Huang took out a yellowed scroll of unknown animal skin. After studying it carefully, he took out a dagger and cut his finger open. Blood dripped on the ground in front of the stone room at the end of the corridor.

Meng Huang watched helplessly as his blood was being sucked into the ground. The blood that was dripping quickly was no longer absorbed, and he hastily stopped the bleeding. Only then did he realize that his vision was much clearer now than before.

Slowly walking to the middle pool, he saw clearly that the pool was not solid but liquid. He wanted to touch it but was blocked by a transparent mask.

The unknown stone in the middle of the smaller stone chamber over there is also blocked by the light mask.

Meng Huangyi did not test it again. Testing was just a curiosity that everyone would have. He came in just to get familiar with the place and to find out the steps by comparing it with the scroll. There was no chance of any mistakes. He was an immortal. It would not be a blessing to be self-defeating.

But it is the disaster of annihilation.

seven days later

After declining Princess Wei'er's following, Meng Huang led Wei Meng into this strange space left by his ancestors. Wei Meng always felt familiar as he stared at the lines on the ground.

Meng Huangyi also noticed Wei Meng's abnormality, and his thoughtful expression made him feel relieved.

"General Wei, please take off your clothes and lie down in the middle pool."

Meng Huang interrupted Wei Meng who was in deep thought, and Wei Meng walked into the middle step by step. The light shield that blocked Meng Huang's exploration had no effect on Wei Meng, so he walked in easily.

Meng Huangyi, who had always been a little nervous, finally put aside his thoughts of making the wrong person. As soon as Wei Meng approached the edge of the pool, he suddenly felt comfortable, an indescribable feeling of comfort coming from the depths of his mind.

His head, which had been aching a bit, seemed to be relieved. Without hesitation, he jumped into the black liquid. The liquid level was at the level of his chest. When he jumped in, the liquid did not splash out like water.

The intoxicating feeling of comfort became even stronger. According to Meng Huang's instructions, he was submerged into the black liquid with his head.

Meng Huang stared at the black pool with some confusion.

"Wei Meng doesn't need to ventilate? Is this the ability of an immortal?"

This liquid is so viscous, no matter what, the immortals have their own abilities, which are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like us.

He retreated to the entrance of the corridor and cut his finger with the dagger again. This time the blood dripped on those dense lines. As soon as the blood dripped on it, all the lines on the floor of the entire stone room became bright.

There was a buzzing sound, and Meng Huang, who had no time to move away, was gently pushed away a few feet by a powerful force. The light suddenly increased, and Meng Huang's eyes instantly went into a state of temporary blindness, and he hurriedly turned his head.

After a while, the light in the corridor became very steady and soft. Meng Huangyi, with hazy eyes in tears, looked back at the stone chamber again. It was like water waves swaying, and he could no longer see anything.

Meng Huangyi stepped forward again, inspected it carefully, and then exited the cave with a complicated expression on his face. He didn't know how long it would take, so he could only wait with Wei'er.

Tiande Zong on Qingming Peak.

The scenery remains unchanged, except for the addition of a burly man. The hostess is lying lazily on the edge of the balcony on the second floor, closing her eyes and enjoying the comfortable time just like when Duan De first met her.

The difference is that one of the original rooms behind him has been demolished and is now a platform. On the platform, a tall man is concentrating on a long workbench and calculating something.

This kind of workbench and working methods were learned from my late disciple, Duan De. The same messy manuscript papers were everywhere, and they were even blown downstairs by the wind. There were also many in the pool in front of the house. The master and apprentice

There are indeed similarities.

A gust of breeze blew, blowing the skirt and black hair of the fairy on the balcony. A piece of manuscript paper swirled in the air for a long time, and finally covered Qing Ming's beautiful sleeping face. It seemed that the wind did not want to indulge.

In this peerless appearance, it was deliberately blocked.

The fairy didn't pay attention and continued her sweet dream willfully.

Soon, the burly Qingyun woke up from her calculations, her thick black eyebrows raised, her serious face softened, it was obvious that she had gained something, and she turned to look at her sleeping lover, her firm lips forming a happy angle.

After hundreds of years, the two finally achieved perfection. Their relationship was as strong and mellow as honey. Then they looked away and looked into the distance, feeling a little lost. If it hadn't been for his matchmaking, would the two of them still have remained the same?

This kid really liked him, and he knew in his heart that he was not a good master. He was the one who brought him here, taught him how to get started, and then stopped caring about him.

He had always thought of letting him develop on his own, and he did indeed do very well, beyond his imagination for a time. Although the road went a bit wrong, he did not remind him. This kind of thing will be more convincing only if he wakes up. At the same time, he can

I gained a lot of rare experience from it.

Now that all hope has been shattered, his hundreds of years of planning have been in vain, and all the sacrifices he has made for this matter have been in vain. In a waning mood, he returns here to stay with her day and night, no longer preparing to take on the world.

Doing what he wants to do, the joy he gets makes him addicted, and the leisurely life sublimates him.

"That kid's idea is really amazing, haha!"

Looking at the drawings she had just made, Qingyun almost laughed out loud.

Cultivators, you have a long life and have experienced countless things in your life. You don’t know how many people you will pass by. Ordinary people will forget many things, many people, let alone them?

The same goes for people who have been in contact with Duan De. Few people will care about him disappearing again. Just like last time, he may suddenly appear again one day, but most people will just recall it and interact with him.

The days spent with him were used as conversation materials with relatives and friends after dinner.

The secret cave in the back mountain of the imperial capital of Zhangwu Kingdom.

The black pool where Wei Meng was lying had lost all traces of liquid. Wei Meng, who was lying peacefully at the bottom of the pool, was like a corpse about to be buried in a pit. The formation still isolated the inside and outside.

Wei Meng's 'corpse'-like eyes struggled for a while and finally opened. He was no longer confused as before, and his eyes were as clear as a newborn baby.

After a long time, he grinned and muttered: "Haha, it's interesting. It turns out that I am so fragile. I really have nothing to say about myself without those external objects. The despair and helplessness the moment the external force disappears... really scares me.

So it turns out that I’m not afraid of death?”

"I wonder what happened to Yingying? There is also that strange little girl. There is something wrong with this little thing. It is not just an ordinary problem. How can a mortal child resist the palm power of the Mahayana stage? Have I been tricked again?
Chapter completed!