Dream Picking Records

Under the guidance of Mr. Fang, Wang Xiao came to the barren mountain.

The vast plain stretches as far as the eye can see, with a solitary mountain standing in the wilderness; but when you get closer you'll feel the majestic aura of a hundred thousand mountains.

"Why does it smell so familiar?"

Wang Xiao looked a little weird as he sat cross-legged about a mile away.

In this deserted wasteland, only a few nearby villages and towns have lived here for generations. Apart from the bandits who are looking for something, basically no one pays attention to it. The mountain is no different from other mountains. It is two thousand meters high and the overall terrain is gentle. There is no sign of life, and dead branches are scattered here and there.

"Strange, where did the previous strangeness come from?"

Wang Xiao stared at the barren mountain in a daze. Perhaps because he had been looking at it for too long, he had silently accepted that it was just an ordinary mountain.

Normally, what could be so special about a mountain where ordinary people built graves and worshipped? However, the actions of Mr. Fang and the bandits indicated that they were stepping on something unusual.

"Just treat it as cultivation." Wang Xiao mobilized all the spiritual energy in his body to integrate into this world, trying to find the subtle differences. All the acupuncture points kept running, providing power continuously.

All he found was a secluded path that had been used by villagers for generations, and neatly arranged tombstones, which were covered with dust due to the restrictions imposed by the bandits.

He carefully used his spirit to try to enter the mountain. At first, it was very smooth, without any obstruction or abnormality. His spirit wandered and searched inside the mountain. He only found some places that had been mined. I think that was the area where the villagers were ordered to dig for spiritual stones.

"Didn't Mr. Fang's son and daughter-in-law get killed in the mountain? That shouldn't be the case." His spirit continued to move forward in the mountain, but he did not find any clues about the bodies or clothing of Mr. Fang's son and daughter-in-law.

Quietness and monotony are the main themes here.

After a day of careful investigation, there was still no clue. Controlling the spirit was a huge consumption. Wang Xiao adjusted on the spot, and after fully recovering, he ran to find Master Wang to practice. After a hearty battle, he went into the sea of ​​fire again. Finally, he went to look for the flower of space, combined with the space array found in the giant palace, to strengthen his understanding of it.

Everything is still in its infancy on the small "planet" in the sea of ​​​​energy. It is a thriving scene, developing in a good direction, and constantly attracting the falling starlight.

In the next few days, Wang Xiao went to the barren mountain to explore and practice, perfecting the magic he had mastered. He also studied the Nine Thunder Method he obtained from Shi Shi of Liuyun Chamber of Commerce carefully. Although it was a fragment of the method, it still interested him.

"Boom." A thick lightning bolt struck down instantly, and the huge stone was crushed into powder. The same magic, but the power was completely different after he used it.

The good news is that Wang Xiao is improving overall, but the bad news is that the exploration of the barren mountain is just like Yuanyuan's practice, with no progress at all.

"Let's wait until the middle of the month and have Elder Fang take me in to take a look."

Back in the town, Wang Xiao observed people's lives, trying to find some clues. Except that people were grateful and friendly to him, everything was the same as in an ordinary town.

Just like this, a few more days passed, and after practicing diligently, Wang Xiao successfully reached the fourth level of Guiyuan, and was only one step away from the fifth level.

Yuanyuan was still peeking at the door of the training hall, unable to enter, and occasionally frowning in anger. Fortunately, she was still innocent and bright, and her mouth was full of oil while eating, which made everyone laugh.

At noon, Mr. Fang prepared the items for worship. According to the customs of their village, he took Yuanyuan on foot to the barren mountains to express his inner piety.

On the way, you can see other villagers doing the same thing, taking one step at a time and keeping their feet on the ground. When the villagers see Wang Xiao and his friends, they look at them with gratitude.

Yuanyuan held Mr. Fang's hand and walked for two hours. Despite the wind and sun, she still tried her best to keep up with the pace and never said a word of hardship.

When they arrived, many villagers were saluting the barren mountain in a special way.

Mr. Fang explained: "This is also our custom. You are outsiders so you don't need to do this."

After saying that, he pulled Yuanyuan and saluted in the same posture.

Wang Xiao and Feng Tingyun clasped their hands together, bent down and nodded to express their respect.

People from other villages were displeased when they saw outsiders coming to the place where they worshipped their ancestors, but they put aside their dissatisfaction after learning that it was they who eliminated the bandits.

After the ceremony, Elder Fang led them along the secluded path to the interior of the mountain. The moment they entered the mountain, Wang Xiao's mind tensed up, as if something was scanning him.

He looked at Wen Tingyun and the villagers and found that they felt nothing.

The barren mountain seemed isolated from the world. At first, there was no spiritual energy at all. As they went deeper and deeper, they began to see traces of spiritual energy in the air.

Wang Xiao's skills were activated, and the power of controlling the air to seek the truth was revealed. With the advantage of being in harmony with the spiritual energy, he discovered that this little spiritual energy contained a special power, which was the power of blood, although it was extremely thin. Following the direction in which it was drifting, he found that this blood energy actually came from every tomb.

Wang Xiao tried to absorb a ray of spiritual energy, and in an instant several broken and incomplete fragments of memory flooded into his mind.

Mountains and rivers were broken, blood was flowing, and corpses of various creatures kept falling from the sky. The two forces started a war that was incompatible with each other.

Countless monks were colliding, and the magic and spiritual energy were exploding.

Wives and children were separated, homes were broken up, and the cries and wails that resounded through the heavens and earth were gradually drowned out by the roars.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yuanyuan shook Wang Xiao's arm and spoke anxiously. He suddenly stood still with empty eyes, which really scared everyone.

"I'm fine." Wang Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead. The scene just now really stunned him. There was a man who moved mountains and filled the sea with a wave of his hand, and the stars turned. The lives of all living things seemed to depend on his thoughts. The aura was too terrifying, and people couldn't help but surrender.

Several people came to the Fang family cemetery. Old Fang pulled Yuanyuan to kneel down, and they respectfully saluted the ancestor's tombstone. Then Old Fang took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust off it.

Wang Xiao suddenly discovered that a tiny amount of blood essence was extracted from Fang Lao's body and then guided by an invisible force. The same thing happened to Yuan Yuan, but they were unable to detect it.

Wang Xiao looked at the other villagers. Blood and energy were also emanating from their bodies. The blood and energy gathered in the sky and disappeared.

Wang Xiao suddenly realized that the loss of blood and energy would have little effect on the body, but for a cultivator, the damage to the spiritual essence would be fatal.

As generations pass, they will become less and less suitable for cultivation.

"No wonder there are almost no talents suitable for cultivation in the surrounding villages and towns."

Wang Xiao began to wonder what kind of mountain this was. Why was it so strange? Why did the villagers' ancestors choose to settle here? And why did they stipulate that a monument and a tomb should be built here after death?

Suddenly, the sun and the moon turned upside down, and the sky and the earth were dark. A few dim stars hung high in the night sky. The four colors of light intertwined in the sky, forming a rainbow-like arch bridge.

"Come in." A calm voice rang in Wang Xiao's ears. His scalp tingled. Wasn't this the phenomenon that Fang Lao's ancestors had described? But how could there be a human voice?

He was startled to find that time seemed to have stopped. Everyone maintained their current actions, and only he could move freely.

"who are you?"

The deep night sky did not respond.

The four-colored arch bridge extended to his feet, shining with a peaceful atmosphere.

Wang Xiao was stuck in a dilemma, but he seemed to have no choice. He hesitated for a moment and then stepped onto the arch bridge.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the arch bridge was still carrying him. Wang Xiao counted the time in his heart. About a day passed before the night sky became bright.