Ming Zhiyuan somewhat understood that he was in a dream, but the dream at this moment was very clear and real.
It was so true that when he reached out to touch those exotic flowers and plants, he could feel the spiritual energy floating and separating from his fingertips.
What kind of place is this? He muttered silently to himself. He had never seen this place before, or even imagined it.
Looking at the dilapidated palace in the distance, his curiosity exploded to the extreme.
A place I have never heard of. So real, so real...
But at this moment, I am clearly in a dream. How can it feel so real in a dream?
He walked towards the palace, feeling that something in the palace was attracting him.
Slowly, he got closer and closer, and finally he reached the entrance of the palace. Only then did he realize that although the palace was dilapidated, the entire palace was almost suspended in the air.
When I first discovered the palace, it was far away, and it felt like it was located here. When I got closer, I realized that it was floating here, and it felt slightly floating from time to time.
Ming Zhiyuan stared at the palace that was half a person tall in the sky. He was so surprised that he almost blurted out "Holy shit"
Is there such a bizarre thing? Is this a fairy palace? Can it float?
After a long while, Ming Zhiyuan finally restrained his inner surprise. Fortunately, the palace was not floating high. It was half a person's height. He was able to step up in one step. After taking a deep breath, Ming Zhiyuan walked up to the door of the palace.
Stone stairs.
Arriving at the palace gate, the door was closed. The animal head buckle on the door knocker looked ferocious.
Will there be anyone here? Should I knock on the door? Or knock? Ming Zhiyuan was thinking in his heart, but before he could think about it, the palace door suddenly creaked and opened slowly, making Ming Zhiyuan take a few steps back in shock.
After waiting for a long time, the two huge palace doors just opened. No one came out, and there was not even a sound. It was quiet.
Ming Zhiyuan walked up again, stretched his head and looked inside. This strange palace, even the layout of the palace was also very strange.
The palace door is facing the main hall. When the main hall is open, you can see the faint curtains gently swinging on the high platform. It seems that after opening the palace door, with the flow of wind, everything in the palace begins to revive.
Ming Zhiyuan stood outside the door for a long time, feeling that there was no breath of living people inside, and then stepped in.
In front of the empty palace, there are several unknown fruit trees planted, with many red fruits on them. The fruits are ripe, and the alluring aroma comes with the breeze.
Ming Zhiyuan looked up at the fruit trees, and then walked into the main hall, where several dragon pillars stood at the four corners.
On the high throne, there is a shockingly large case with carved dragons, painted phoenixes and inlaid with various rare treasures. Behind the case is an equally large and luxurious high chair that can seat several people.
At this moment, the high chair was empty, and Ming Zhiyuan stood in the center of the hall. For a moment, he vaguely saw a phoenix with brilliant red feathers, standing on the high chair, looking at him with a pair of majestic eyes.
Ming Zhiyuan was shocked when he saw it, and then he realized that it was just an illusion. He shook his head suddenly to get rid of the illusion that appeared in his mind for no reason.
I saw the long, floor-length curtain on the stage fluttering slightly with the breeze blowing in from outside the gate.
At this time, he seemed to hear gentle laughter coming from the side door behind the main hall. The sound was so ethereal that it made people forget the world.
A desire to see the owner of this voice suddenly arose in Ming Zhiyuan's heart. This desire arose very quickly and strongly.
He walked towards the back hall, and after exiting the side door, he saw another spacious courtyard with pavilions and pavilions, but there was no one there.
He glanced around, and the ethereal chuckle could no longer be heard.
There is a fragrant and sweet smell in the air. It seems that some luxurious and mysterious woman has just passed by, leaving behind such a longing smell.
There is also a cup of tea placed on a stone table in the courtyard. The tea is still hot, and there is a faint wisp of heat.
Ming Zhiyuan walked closer and picked up the cup of tea. It was a full cup. It seemed that he had not drunk it yet. At this time, he felt thirsty in his heart.
At this time, he just wanted to drink this cup of tea to quench his thirst. He was unprepared and without hesitation, he raised his head and drank the cup of tea in one gulp.
It is strange to say that this tea is steaming with heat, but it is extremely warm and moist when you drink it. It is like a warm current in your stomach, making you feel very comfortable.
In an instant, I felt that no part of my limbs was uncomfortable. It was so comfortable that even in the dreamland, I wanted to bury myself in a deep sleep.
As soon as Ming Zhiyuan had this thought in his mind, he actually fell to the ground and fell asleep.
...
King Qilin and Nan Chunyi were guarding beside Ming Zhiyuan.
Five days have passed and Ming Zhiyuan still hasn't woken up.
Minami Junichi checked several times and found that the violent demonic energy in his body had stopped. However, he was still in a coma and could not wake up. He didn't know why.
Nan Chun thought for a moment, and it seemed that ever since Ming Zhiyuan took the life-and-death pill that Wen Renxi had said, he would fall asleep for a long time every time he encountered a major blow.
"Chunxi, you little bastard..." Nan Chunyi gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly.
The Qilin King looked at him strangely, wondering why he was scolding his disciple all of a sudden.
At this moment, Ming Zhiyuan blinked his eyes and slowly opened them. Nan Chuyi couldn't care less about cursing people and spreading the good news, and quickly asked, "Zhiyuan, how do you feel?"
Ming Zhiyuan looked at Nan Chunyi in a daze, speechless for a moment.
Next to him, the Qilin King also stretched out his head and looked at Ming Zhiyuan, who had just opened his eyes but seemed to be in a daze, and said with some confusion, "Are you stupid?"
Ming Zhiyuan quickly sat up and said to Nan Chun: "My disciple is incompetent, which worries the master."
King Qilin said with some dissatisfaction, "Your master is worried. I am the one who saved you. Your master is just worried."
Nan Chunyi quickly told Ming Zhiyuan what happened that day.
After Ming Zhiyuan heard this, his face looked miserable. Why did he have to get rid of the demonic energy that he had worked so hard to cultivate?
This..., he secretly ran his aura and found that the demonic energy in the inner elixir was thin and the aura was weak. I wonder if this force is still at the fifth level?
Looking at the Qilin King who was shaking his head, Ming Zhiyuan felt like crying but had no tears. He had worked hard for decades and returned to the pre-liberation period overnight.
The Qilin King saw his crying face and said impatiently, "Just be lucky. If I hadn't helped you peel off those violent demonic energies that day, you would have exploded to death. Are you still not satisfied?
"
Ming Zhiyuan had no choice but to quickly express his gratitude. This is really... taking something that belongs to him and he has to thank others. What is this?
Ming Zhiyuan no longer thought about it, he quickly went through it in his mind, and told his master and King Qilin seriously that he saw a palace in his dream, and there was a phantom of a phoenix in the palace.
Including the cup of tea he drank, the moment Ming Zhiyuan woke up, he could still feel the faint fragrance of tea in his mouth.
After hearing what Ming Zhiyuan said, Nan Chunyi and King Qilin looked at each other with calm expressions and said nothing, but their hearts were in turmoil at this moment.
After Ming Zhiyuan finished speaking, he looked at them, waiting to see what these two said?
But this man and the beast were thinking about something at this time. Ming Zhiyuan didn't understand what they were thinking about, so he had to shut up and wait.
The room fell into silence for a moment, and everyone was silent.
In silence.......
After a long while, the Qilin King looked at Nan Chunyi: "Should we go out and talk?"
Nan Chun glanced at Ming Zhiyuan and hesitated for a long time, as if he had made up his mind; "No, since it was his dream, it means that King Feng chose him, so it is his responsibility."
Ming Zhiyuan looked at them in confusion, wondering what they were talking about. It seemed to be related to him.
Nan Chunyi cleared his throat; "Zhiyuan, I didn't tell you at first because you are still young and have not yet reached the level of alchemy or martial arts.
This matter is related to the ancient secrets of Tianyuan. Many of them are too horrifying to say and can easily cause instability in people's hearts.
Since thousands of years ago, these things can only be known to the top of the three sects and other races.
Our Tianyuan clan has been passed down from generation to generation through word of mouth. Regardless of alchemy or martial arts, no one below the second level can know about this matter.
I don’t know how the details of this matter are passed down by monsters, monsters, and demons. I think it’s pretty much the same.”
Having said this, he looked at Qilin King and saw that Qilin King was noncommittal.
Nan Junyi continued: "Do you know the origin of Tianyuan Continent? No, not just Tianyuan Continent, but the origin of this entire world. Do you know what kind of world we are in?"
Ming Zhiyuan looked confused. What did the master want to say after foreshadowing this passage? Or should he say it directly? Start a question and answer game at this time? Is it interesting?
He shook his head and said dullly, "I don't know."
Nan Junichi coughed again and continued: "According to legend, this world, this world, is just a small world among many worlds."
"ah?"
Ming Zhiyuan was shocked; "Small world?"
Nan Junyi looked at his surprised look and sighed, "Thousands of years ago, the ultimate goal of cultivation in this world was to ascend to heaven. It is said that after ascending to heaven, you will enter another world, a world different from this world.
A completely different place, yet higher than this world.
Cultivation in this small world of ours can only provide you with force, but ultimately you will not achieve immortality. When you practice to the point where you can tear the void apart with force, you can transcend this small world and enter the world of immortality.
Only by entering the world of immortality can you continue to practice the techniques of the world of immortality. Only by practicing successfully in the world of immortality can you truly gain immortality.
Immortality only belongs to a higher world. The world we live in is poor in resources, martial arts is not obvious, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is limited. If we want to reach the world of immortality, we can only prove the way to the immortal heaven by force."
Ming Zhiyuan stared at his master with his mouth open. Immortality? Immortality? Master, aren't you crazy about immortality?
King Qilin looked at him with an expression of disbelief and said, "There is nothing strange about immortality. Demons are born with a lifespan of hundreds of years. Even my demon clan can live for hundreds of years after cultivating to the third level, and even better after cultivating to the first level."
Don’t you think it’s strange that you, the human race, have a lifespan of a thousand years and only have a lifespan of more than a hundred years after cultivating to the level of a first-grade Martial God?”
Ming Zhiyuan finally came to his senses. It turns out that there is really a heaven of immortality and a world of immortality?