"Calm down your emotions."

"Let your soul and soul break free from the shackles of the body and spread the wings of freedom."

"To carefully feel the life elements in the soil and air, accept them, and integrate into them."

There was a vague murmur in Fenglan's ears.

The sound is somewhat like a bell carrying ancient vicissitudes, traveling through eternity.

Feng Lan gradually focused on it, and gradually felt the gravel flowing between his fingers, which was no different from the statue's hands inserted into the earth.

But, he couldn't feel anything.

After a while, the whole person seemed to be on top of the surging waves. The more he dived, the higher the waves rose towards the sky, getting closer and closer to the sky.

At some point, a tree root appeared between his hands, and the roots grew out to string together the gravel between his hands, and the person together as a whole.

The energy in Fenglan's body continued to be injected into the roots, and slowly, the soul dived downward along the roots of the tree that spread underground.

It seems that when you take the first step, it is natural and natural to go further.

The soil, gravel, tree roots and roots become more and more part of the body, and one can truly feel the life force in the earth.

Feng Lan felt that he was walking into a dark forest, and the roots of all the trees he encountered seemed to be extensions of his physical body.

The woods are alive, full of vitality, and full of lively atmosphere of cheers. The life elements hidden in the woods are accepting the arrival of new members.

The low singing that came to my ears seemed to have come through a prehistoric tunnel, and also seemed to be spreading into the unknown void.

The wind stopped for a moment, and I held on to a small withered tree and breathed softly.

The withered sapling, the soil at its roots loosens, clouds float, the roots continue to absorb nutrients from the soil, a green leaf bud slowly grows, and soon the second, and the third, a green sapling grows in the blink of an eye.

become.

Lifelike furry faces appeared on the leaves, staring at the strange human faces holding the small tree.

Feng Lan suddenly felt that there were pairs of eyes on his body, following the roots of the growing trees, diving deeper into the mountain.

All the hard rocks encountered are penetrated by the roots of the trees and softened, becoming soil which is an excellent source of nutrients.

Fenglan no longer had any distracting thoughts, just let nature take its course, following the roots of the trees, crossing land after land.

Occasionally, the sound of waves coming to his ears would make him stop and listen.

Sometimes, you can really feel the scars deep in the earth, or it is ravaged by high-temperature lava, or it is crushed and broken by the violence of powerful crustal movement.

Sometimes, the roots of the tree have to take a detour into unfathomable dark caves, and Fenglan can control his curiosity and not take a look.

However, a huge cave shaped like a lamp blocked the way.

Even the roots of the tree have no way to retreat and no way to move forward.

Feng Lan slowly took out the orange giant sword from the sword case, took a breath, broke away from the pull of the tree roots, and stepped into the huge cave.

In the cave, you can't see your fingers.

The blade of the immortal giant sword occasionally made a clanging sound, which seemed to be a warning from the guardian of the divine sword.

Feng Lan hesitated a little, but still didn't stop and continued moving forward.

He was determined that this was where he had to come.

"Archmage!"

A voice carrying earth-shaking power penetrated from the cave wall and enveloped the wind and waves.

"Time has passed for a long, long time!"

The voice that contained terrifying power whispered.

Feng Lan walked towards the place where the sound came from, eager to find out what was going on.

His eyes gradually adapted to the darkness of the cave, and he could clearly see the uneven walls of the cave, the cracks like wounds as deep as bone marrow, and the faint movement in the depths.

There was no road ahead, so he naturally walked in along the widest wound.

Feng Lan suddenly noticed that his legs, body, arms, and even his head were being recast by the melted sand. A colorful crystal stone was embedded between his eyebrows, and his two eyes were blind.

Phew~, Fenglan screamed strangely, making a dull and hoarse sound of mud and sand.

Feng Lan thought: "My soul has been reshaped into this weird and deformed image. It is no longer a human image."

"Arch Mage, do you still remember the contract we once read together at Fentian?"

The voice that contained terrifying power asked leisurely.

"I don't remember." Feng Lan said honestly, "Who are you?"

"Uh~", the voice was very helpless and paused for a moment, "You are too weak. What can you do if you are here?"

Feng Lan couldn't figure out the truth. He gradually felt the changes in the cave through the huge figure reshaped from soil and gravel. It was a real feeling of flesh and blood being connected.

In other words, Feng Lan's mysterious figure has long been integrated with the cave.

He kept moving forward until he saw a group of white clouds floating continuously. There seemed to be a person standing inside the cloud, with his hands behind his back, staring at the wind.

When Feng Lan was approaching, the white clouds rolled back, revealing a mysterious-looking humanoid creature in front of Feng Lan.

This humanoid creature looks like a paper figurine made of white paper. It has silver hair that floats in the wind, and the tips of its hair look like clusters of fine arrow clusters.

"They look really alike." The white paper man said with a much gentler voice, "The old Dragon King allowed you to come here without any dissuasion. Does it want you to end my life and make me fall into reincarnation?"

The man on the white paper thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't see the slightest possibility."

"Who are you?"

"You'd better control your curiosity and don't let yourself continue to devour and control forces that should not be controlled by you.

It's a power completely beyond your comprehension."

"What should I do? I can't help myself."

"The Archmage's habitual stupidity always brings unreasonable disasters."

Feng Lan slowly raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the white paper, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"This sword is made from the blood of the ancient god king.

I have the same origin and substance as the sword, and I share the same origin with heaven and earth.

The 'Tai Cang Soul Stone' on your body will continuously nourish the sword, causing the sword's soul power to corrode you and control you.

What you get is not a gift, but a curse of flesh and blood.

Only by signing the treacherous contract and fulfilling the sacred and lofty mission of the Archmage can you save yourself and live as long as heaven and earth."

"I want to be free."

The giant sword in Feng Lan's hand pierced the heart of the white paper man.

What spurts out from the heart of the white man is not blood, but black fire.

Black fire wrapped around the orange sword and burned fiercely.

The white paper man smiled lightly.

"We will become one.

Here, I want to thank you.

Because you are stupider than any previous Archmage.

The great masters of the past still understood what power is, what gives power, and who decides how to use power."

"Yes, I think, therefore I am. My will is only my will and is not dominated by anything else."

Feng Lan began to try to summon Dongfang Yubai deep in his mind.

As the Shanhe Jue circulates, this huge body reshaped from soil and gravel continuously senses the power coming from the cave wall, and seems to have endless power and energy pouring out from the center of the earth, constantly gathering.

However, when he could feel a majestic mountain range being carried on his back, his soul power quickly dried up and turned into a state of collapse.

The white paper man laughed heartily and shook his little pointed head.

"Sign it, my friend."

As the man on the white paper spoke, a contract slowly emerged from the black fire burning on the sword, with as many as twelve names densely signed on the signature area.

The name with the brightest handwriting is "Tianhong".

Feng Lan thought that one of his ancestors was named "Tian Hong", and that his own generation was also named "Tian".

Feng Lan wanted to resist, but he was already burdened with a towering mountain range, and the mountain range was showing signs of collapse.

At this moment, he could no longer control himself. His right hand naturally pointed to the signature position on the contract, and a huge pen appeared naturally.

Feng Lan wrote the powerful word "Tian Lan".

In an instant, the Dongfang Yubai in the depths of my mind suddenly appeared, and the flames in the space surged into the center of my eyebrows like a sea tide.

Feng Lan quickly grasped the hilt of the sword and swung it upward with all his strength, cutting the white paper man in half.

The black fire spurting out from the white paper figure all poured into Dongfang Yubai.
To be continued...