Wanjian Pond occupies a large area, so it’s not that you can’t see the edge. It’s just that the depths of Wanjian Pond are covered by a mist all year round. Whenever Siyu looks there, he can only see a very large mass.
White mist.
And now, Siyu is heading towards the white mist.
The ground around him was covered with swords of all sizes. Before he had gone far, the road ahead was blocked by those swords.
"Xiaosan, don't touch it." Siyu quickly stopped Xiaosan who was about to touch the sword with quick eyes and hands. Xiaosan opened his puzzled eyes and blinked at Siyu.
"Let me do it." Siyu walked to the sword with a smile and stared at it quietly.
"...I know you will be able to understand what I say." Siyu slowly stretched out a hand——
"I know... you all have emotions and are of flesh and blood." Siyu's hand gradually came closer to the sword——
The mistress looked at Siyu who was talking to himself in confusion.
"I also know that we... are not enemies, but friends."
Finally, Siyu's hand gently touched the hilt of the sword.
In the incredible eyes of the man and the beast, the sword slowly raised a sword gleam, but it was different from before. This time, the sword lit up the sword gleam, and all the surrounding swords raised swords at the same time.
For a time, countless colored lights rose in the entire Wanjian Pond, dyeing the white mist in the depths with colorful colors.
Everyone and the beast were frightened by the sudden change, and quickly retreated to guard. Siyu held the iron rod in his hand tightly. I don't know what material the iron rod was made of, but it was extremely hard. After thinking about it,
After a month of torture, Yu was still intact.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh!"
"Are you blaming me?" Siyu smiled bitterly and shrugged at the mistress beside him.
Those swords constantly resonated with each other, and the colorful light became more and more intense. The intense light penetrated into Siyu's eyes, making him unable to open them.
She had no choice but to cover her eyes with her hands. Just when Siyu was preparing to face the crazy attacks of those swords, the light gradually dimmed.
Puzzled, Siyu slowly put down the arm covering her eyes and looked at everything in front of her in surprise. Even the mistress couldn't help shaking her belly in wonder.
The swords that were originally inserted randomly to block the way were all floating in the air now, exuding a gentle light.
Siyu smiled and looked at the swords above his head. A warm heat emanated from the swords and enveloped Siyu's head.
A sword sound lit up, and hundreds of swords chimed together. All the swords floating above the head shook happily, and the soft light rippled out. The sword sounds resonated with each other, making a "dinging, clanking" collision sound.
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This magical scene burst into Siyu's heart, and for a moment he forgot everything.
For about half the time it took for the incense to resonate, the swords slowly put away their sword sounds and slowly floated to both sides.
Just like martyrs lining up to greet them, all the swords were divided into two teams, suspended in the air, forming a narrow path. The gentle sword light lit up the dark cave, and the occasional clanking sound made people feel a sense of solemnity.
, a sense of simplicity.
"Mistress, let's go."
After being stunned for a long time, Siyu finally came to his senses, tapped Xiaosan's fat buttocks with his toes, and was the first to step into the corridor composed of a hundred swords.
“One step at a time, one life after another.”…
A solemn voice slowly came out from the end of the white mist. Siyu was secretly startled. After calming down, he continued to raise his feet and walked firmly and step by step towards the depths of Wanjian Pond.
As he walked down the corridor, Siyu glanced at each of the swords floating beside him with reverent eyes. Every time Siyu looked at them, the sword would vibrate gently in return.
Along the way, Siyu walked very slowly. Every sword was a past event and a memory. Maybe Siyu will never be able to understand it all in his lifetime, but Siyu can admire and remember it.
He did do that, just like Ximen Chen said before. Feel them with your heart and touch them with your soul. Siyu felt it. It was an ethereal feeling that could not be described in words, but he really felt it.
He felt that with every sword he looked at, a vague figure would appear in his heart. Siyu believed that figure was the former owner of the sword.
Siyu did not break this feeling, and slowly walked through each section of the road step by step with a heart of reverence.
Time passed by in seconds, but in the cave and in the Wanjian Pond, time seemed to have stopped. There was only the soft glow of the sword and the occasional clang sound, which was now far and now near.
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Unknowingly, Siyu had stepped into the white mist. The cold water vapor hit Siyu's face. Siyu, who had been immersed in the atmosphere just now, suddenly woke up. It was like an alarm bell sounded in his heart.
The whole person was breathing heavily, and everything just happened was still lingering in his mind.
Looking back, I saw that the swords that were still hanging in the air had been inserted back into the ground at some point, and the sword body had dimmed again, and everything had returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened just now.
However, he and his mistress were truly standing in the white mist.
Siyu smiled softly, "Xiaosan, let's go in."
Xiao San nodded obediently, and walked into the depths of the white mist with Siyu. The figures of one person and one beast were completely submerged in the white mist.
…
Entering the white mist was like jumping into ice-cold water. The cold air rushed in from all directions and entered Siyu's pores.
Siyu shuddered and then remembered the origin of the white mist.
"It's the aura of heaven and earth. Oh my god, how come there is such a strong aura of heaven and earth here?"
Siyu and Xiaosan are like natural alchemy furnaces. They quickly absorb the abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Whether they are cultivators or demon cultivators, this spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the foundation of energy. It is so abundant.
With the aura of heaven and earth, even the poorest cultivator can increase his power after staying here for a few days.
When Siyu and Xiaosan came here, they were like two alchemy furnaces, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. According to the principle, the higher the skill, the more spiritual energy of heaven and earth is absorbed. But this Siyu and Xiaosan completely broke
Without this common sense, their bodies are like two invincible black holes that can never be filled.
"Haha, if we absorb all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here, I'm afraid we will be invincible when we go out." Siyu laughed at himself.
Speaking of Siyu, the total amount of energy he ate should have ranked first in the world. Just one dragon fruit was enough to make Siyu proud of the world of cultivation. But for some reason, all the things Siyu ate,
They are all deposited in the Dantian. Without any news, the energy is at best inexhaustible, but it cannot exert greater destructive power.
This mystery has always puzzled Siyu, so now that the best thing is placed in front of him, he is too lazy to open his mouth. After all, there is no difference between eating and not eating.
In the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Siyu and Xiaosan walked forward in confusion. They vaguely felt the direction in front of them. The more they walked, the more surprised they were. What on earth was deep in the Wanjian Pond? The two of them were already in
I have been walking in the white mist formed by the gathering of spiritual energy from heaven and earth for a meal, and I haven't stepped out yet.
Siyu, who was impatient, stopped, turned his head, and looked around. He was surrounded by a vast expanse of white, and could see nothing but white.
"Jianshan is so big, it's impossible that we can't get out of it at all?" Siyu scratched his head and thought carefully, refusing to let go of a single detail.
Siyu suddenly raised his eyebrows and bent down to look at the ground. Fortunately, as long as he got closer, he could still clearly see the stone slabs under his feet.
Siyu took the iron rod in his hand and made a mark on the floor under his feet. After seeing that it could be clearly distinguished, Siyu continued to move forward with Xiaosan.
After taking a few steps, he made a mark. Siyu completed this task very carefully.
It was time for another meal, and Siyu wiped the sweat from his forehead. This time he did not make any more marks, but bent down to look at the ground carefully.
After looking around for a week, sure enough, Siyu leaned a little to the right next to his feet and recognized the mark he made for the first time.
"That's true."
Xiaosan raised his head and looked at Siyu in confusion.
Siyu smiled helplessly and said, "We are trapped."