purgatory artist

Chapter 116 A Message Beyond Time and Space

Liu Ping sat on the seat by the window, resting his chin on his hand, silently thinking about everything that happened recently.

A flame flew from the sky far away.

The flames flew down and turned into a messenger talisman in front of him.

Liu Ping received the talisman, and his spiritual power urged him.

Li Changxue's voice came out from the talisman: "I have become a Sword Immortal of Transformation God Realm, and the sect asks me to take over as the head. I don't think it doesn't matter if I am inappropriate, what do you think?"

Becoming a god?

Liu Ping knew it in his heart.

It was the effect of that elixir that not only cured the poison on her body, but also helped her cross a big realm.

Be the master...

Now everything is coming to an end, if she can get a certain right to speak, it is actually a good thing.

Liu Ping submerged his divine thoughts into the talisman, and said via voice transmission: "You must be the head of the sect. The battle between the human race and the demons is imminent. You need more power."

After finishing speaking, he put the messenger talisman and left.

Liu Ping sat for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands and said, "It's the last day, I want to work hard!"

He stood up, walked out of the restaurant, identified the direction, soared into the sky, turned into a streamer and flew towards the sky.

Not long after flying, another figure flew into the sky from somewhere in Dark Mist Town, followed closely behind him, and soon caught up, walking side by side with him.

Andrea!

……

Underground cave.

The two figures moved forward quickly.

Not long after, an empty field appeared in front of their eyes.

I saw coffins lined up densely here, extending to the end of the line of sight.

——Exactly the catacomb that Liu Ping saw when he woke up!
"What are we doing here?" Andrea asked.

"Below here is the sanctuary of the human race." Liu Ping said.

"Refuge? I'm afraid the minions of the Goddess of Pain have figured it out a long time ago. After all, they can send monks down." Andrea said.

"Yes." Liu Ping nodded.

When I first took refuge here, I and some monks saw with my own eyes an extremely terrifying monster appearing on the ground.

Thinking about it now, that terrifying monster is also a kind of plot, prompting the monks to hide deep underground to help the devils explore the situation of the underground refuge of the human race.

And according to this plot, the practitioners are tempted by the saints and become the source of power for the saints.

Only now—

"The Gua Sheng is my master. After seeing his image, I have a guess in my heart." Liu Ping said.

Layers of spiritual light lit up in the cave ahead, condensing out of thin air into regular and fine spirit pattern restrictions, blocking the way for the two of them to move forward.

"That video? I can't understand what he's talking about at all," Andrea said.

"The hexagram sage didn't deny the hexagram calculated by other people who went to see the secrets of heaven." Liu Ping said.

"You mean, underground shelters can really help the human race through difficulties?" Andrea asked.

"Correct."

"But the shelters didn't stop the devil—and since night fell over the world, the secrets of the heavens can no longer be measured. No one knows when these underground shelters will be able to help." Andrea said.

"The world has only one last day left, and if it can save everyone, it should be today!"

As Liu Ping said, he took out the Xueying Knife and pointed at the layers of restrictions.

On the surgical knife, the fine golden spirit patterns were confused, and a group of golden light burst out to shine on many prohibitions.

All restrictions are instantly opened.

"The restrictions of these practitioners—how did you undo them all at once?" Andrea asked in confusion.

"Master is very lazy. I designed these things at the beginning, and he didn't change much when he arranged them in the end." Liu Ping said with emotion.

——Now that I have become a cultivator in the realm of transforming gods, I no longer have to jump off a cliff to enter a certain floor of the underground refuge like last time.

Moreover, the cliff can only reach the No.40 floor at most.

But in fact, this specially designed refuge is more than that deep.

Liu Ping took Andrea, opened the restrictions layer by layer, and flew deep underground.

Along the way, you can see various large defensive circles, strong bunkers, warehouses full of various materials, and hidden places of refuge.

In the past era, these were all prepared to preserve the last fire of the human race.

but.

Everyone is still dead.

——Even the whole world sank into the eternal night.

until now.

Liu Ping gradually slowed down his pace, and stopped in front of a huge heavy gate.

In front.

No.60 layer.

"Huh? I don't seem to have seen anything like a magic circle." Andrea said.

Liu Ping looked at the giant door and said softly: "Yes, from this floor onwards, no one is allowed to enter."

"What's behind the door?" Andrea asked with interest.

Liu Ping didn't answer, but stepped forward and pushed the giant door hard.

rumbling--

The entire stone giant door collapsed backwards, rolling up layers of flying dust mist.

With a wave of his hand, Liu Ping brushed away the dust, and strode into the giant gate.

It was dark inside.

If you use your divine sense, you can find that this is just an empty room, and behind the room is a rock that has not yet been excavated.

A road just half-built leads into a rock pile—

It looked like a bunker under construction. Since it hadn't been built yet, it had to be covered with a door in a hurry.

Liu Ping looked around and said:

"Many people have been here, and even the door has collapsed."

"Yes, the Goddess of Pain will never give up exploring all the secrets of this world. She must have found a way to get here—but it seems that it hasn't been built yet," Andrea said.

Liu Ping turned around and said, "Let's go."

Andrea was taken aback, quickly followed his pace, and said, "Did we make this trip for nothing?"

"No, in fact, we had imagined such a situation a long time ago." Liu Ping revealed a look of reminiscence.

then--

"Liu Ping, come here, I have something to ask you."

"That's enough, old man, I designed the whole underground shelter, can't you use your brain to get the rest of the things?"

"Haha, there's only one last question left—guaranteed to be the last."

"Hey, I really owe you in my previous life, let me tell you."

"If one day, the entire underground shelter is discovered by the enemy, and all the cultivators of the race are killed in battle, and I want to pass on some news to you before I die, this news cannot be discovered by the occupants, and only you will know the truth after reading it. Secret—how do you think it should be designed?"

"Such a high requirement... Let me think about it. With that, we will set up a useless construction site on the last floor of the shelter."

"Is this useful?"

"This construction site must be completely authentic, showing that we are going to dig down. In this way, no matter what method the enemy uses, they will not find anything, and they will leave with confidence."

"and then?"

"If one day in the future, once I see a room like this, I will immediately know that you have something to tell me, and I will go back three floors and look for the information you left behind."

"Very well, apprentice, I will leave something on that floor that only you can see."

Liu Ping couldn't help sighing when he recalled this.

"We go back three floors," he said.

"Going back?" Andrea asked.

"Yes."

Liu Ping led Andrea back all the way, counted three floors, and then stopped.

I saw that this is a square for assembly.

Around the empty square, there are many murals carved on the walls, each of which tells the history, sects, skills and famous figures of the practice world.

Mural painting is one of the most intuitive ways of self-presentation of a civilization.

And the refuge is to keep the fire.

Therefore, in the refuge, you can see old murals full of historical vicissitudes on every floor.

Liu Ping looked over one by one, and saw that these murals recorded various symbols, characters and graphics.

He didn't stop all the way, and soon he had covered more than half of the distance.

at last.

He stops in front of a mural.

There are several practitioners painted on the mural. They are holding the scrolls and groping to learn the exercises above.

Liu Ping sighed, put his hand on the carved scroll, and carefully touched the strangely shaped characters.

"What kind of text is this?" Andrea asked with interest.

"Braille, I used to be blind, so I know what's on it just by touching it." Liu Ping said.

"What is written in this book?"

"It's nothing. I just introduced a secret technique called Multiple Spiritual Cloud Prosperity, and said that this secret technique is false. It was a technique used by evil cultivators in the past to deceive people."

"Strange, if this is a clue, why is it engraved on the wall like this? If the men of the Lady of Pain understand Braille and know the art in it—"

"No." Liu Ping said.

"what?"

"This technique is my original creation. The old man paid a fee after seeing it, and asked me not to resell it. As for me, although other things are unreliable, I have always been very particular about the integrity of my business, for fear of ruining my own. Shop sign."

"So no one in the world knows this technique except me and him." Liu Ping said flatly.

He silently lowered his head and clasped a formula with both hands.

——Secret technique, multiple spiritual clouds present auspiciousness!

In an instant, the surrounding darkness was illuminated, and the infinite spiritual light gathered, continuously wandering on the lofty and magnificent murals, making the murals seem to come alive.

Among those murals, all the practitioners looked towards Liu Ping and looked at the formula in his hand.

Liu Ping took a breath, and said in a deep voice: "Dear friends, you are all dead, but at some point in the past, you must have something to tell me, now is the time!"

On the mural, all the practitioners held up the formula together——

all of a sudden.

Layers upon layers of spiritual light condensed into formations out of thin air, covering Liu Ping's body!

(End of this chapter)