When Mengqi's perception of the outside world recovered, he only felt that the surroundings were dim. He was in a small room six or seven steps from east to west and five or six steps from north to south. A cloud bed was placed against the wall, and a person was sitting on it. He was dead, but there was still a little breath left, revealing a bit of tyrannical and fierce aura. When he was alive, he was at least a guru.
His hair was casually tied into a bun, more silver than black. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and between his eyebrows were deep, and his skin was glossy. He did not look like a dead person. He had a mature temperament and deep facial features. When he was young, he must have been a rare handsome man.
When seeing him, Mengqi was a little surprised because he looked a bit like himself, as if he was a middle-aged version of himself.
However, after careful examination, Mengqi found that the resemblance was only twenty to thirty percent. There were many similar people in the world.
Relieved, Mengqi, who felt that he had not encountered anything strange, began to look around the small room. Other than the cloud bed, there was only a rush cushion. The surrounding walls were made of gold-like green bricks, shining with a deep light. It was obvious that there was a powerful restrictive spell inside. The only exit to the outside world was the stone door facing the cloud bed, which gave people a thick and heavy feeling.
"This should be a quiet room for closed-door treatment." Mengqi nodded slightly. The problem was that he did not know the identity of the "dead body", nor did he know the specific situation.
He walked slowly to the dead body, stirring up a slight breeze. When the wind blew, the corpse on the cloud bed was covered in dust. The body, which should not have decayed, seemed to have lost all the strength it contained. Inch by inch, it turned gray and quickly disintegrated into powder. Even the bones, which were comparable to low-grade Precious Weapons, were no exception.
In a short moment, there was no trace of the person who had died in a sitting posture.
"He was injured and died in a sitting posture. The injury was that his vitality was completely stripped, and even his body became like this." Mengqi made a judgment. "He died five years ago."
After the body was destroyed, there was no valuable thing in the small room. Mengqi looked at the door, intending to explore the restrictive spell. He slightly spread out his spirit to take a look.
…
Two men and three women stood outside a greyish white stone door. All of them had powerful auras.
They were on a cliff, and the edge of the cliff was filled with clouds. It was like a fairyland, and they couldn't see the bottom at a glance. On the other side of the cliff was a greyish-white stone door. Vines grew on the surrounding cliff walls, giving it a sense of deep tranquility.
The leader was a middle-aged man in a brocade robe. The color of his robe was golden, reflecting the sunlight like a small sun.
His eyes flickered, and the rocks beneath his feet actually melted a little. This was caused by the leakage of power when he lost control of his emotions.
"Left Emissary, why hasn't the Sect Master come out of seclusion? Didn't you say it would take at most ten years? We've been waiting for three days, "a purple-clothed girl with a bright and beautiful appearance asked.
Her eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and her age was definitely not as youthful as her appearance suggested.
The golden-robed middle-aged man turned around with his hands clasped behind his back. He restrained his emotions and pretended to be calm, "Cultivator Purple Moon, don't be impatient. Who can tell the specific time of the closed-door training in advance? Especially since our master was defeated by the Witch of the Black Mountain, he not only needs to heal his wounds, but also needs to use his extraordinary wisdom to push the Divine Conjuration of Ether to the highest realm. Then he can truly become a powerhouse who can be compared with the three grandmasters and the Witch of the Black Mountain. He can even touch the mysterious boundary of Tao Proving and achieve the great feat of ascension after the Mythological Era. "
He described the future very well to comfort the Right Emissary and the three Cultivators of the sect.
A beautiful woman with a mature temperament and a graceful figure glanced at the greyish-white stone door. She smiled bitterly and said, "The highest realm of the Divine Conjuration of Ether is not even reached by the founder of the sect. He can only use deduction and imagination to describe it. It has always been regarded as nonsense and delusion by the founders of the sect. I wonder if our master, the most outstanding successor since the founding of the sect, can succeed and surpass all the founders."
She was the Right Emissary of the Sect of the Ether. Her tone was a little doubtful and also a little expectant.
"The Taoist Master, the Foolish Monk, and the Female Monarch have been called the three grandmasters for many years. They are far beyond the real grandmasters and are almost like gods and demons. For so long, only the mysterious Supreme Heterodox Witch of the Black Mountain could reach their realm. Our master is still one level lower than them. If he can't push the Divine Conjuration of Ether to the highest realm, he really can't compete with them." The Purple Moon Itinerant who spoke first sighed.
The five of them gradually became silent. Time passed little by little, but the greyish-white stone door was still closed. The eternal coldness lingered in the surroundings along with the rosy clouds.
"Could it be that our master passed away in meditation …" the Purple Moon Itinerant could not help but guess.
There were many cases of people passing away in closed-door training due to qigong deviation and other reasons. No wonder she made such a guess.
The other two Cultivators were also worried and anxious.
The Emissary of the Left was also anxious. He tried his best to calm down and said, "Let's wait for another day. If our master still hasn't come out, we will try to use the token to activate the Restrictive Spell and contact the inside …"
Before he finished his words, he suddenly felt that the world became dark. The bright Grand Sun and the steaming rosy clouds were all gone. The surroundings were hazy and chaotic. He could not tell the distance, the direction, and even the flow of time seemed to be slightly chaotic!
The five of them were shocked when they heard a heavy creaking sound.
The stone door opened slowly!
"Our master has come out of meditation?" The Left and Right Emissaries and the Three Cultivators were surprised and happy. They were happy because the place where the Seclusion was opened automatically and their master was about to come out. They were surprised because it was very difficult to connect with the outside world in this chaotic place. It seemed that there were no corresponding rules and Dharma and Logos!
What a horrifying realm it was!
The stone door opened and a figure appeared in front of them. He wore a green robe which was fluttering in the wind. He was tall and straight with a familiar breath but a strange face.
"Master?" The Emissary of the Left was the first to react. He asked in surprise, "Have you regained your youth?"
After careful observation, he found that the master's appearance was still somewhat similar to before. However, his hair had all turned black and his wrinkles had disappeared. He had a young and handsome face which was full of maturity and vicissitudes. The contrast produced a kind of strange charm.
Did the master really break through to an unprecedented realm and regained his youth?
The immortal body would not decay, but it did not mean that he would not age!
His thought was also the speculation of the Right Emissary and the Three Cultivators. Such a strange change could only be inferred from the highest realm of the Divine Conjuration of Ether!
And the horrifying and mysterious realm also indirectly confirmed this!
The master was Mengqi. After eavesdropping for a long time, he had an idea. He put his hands behind his back and walked forward slowly. He said calmly and confidently, "Where is the Witch of the Black Mountain now?"
The master really broke through! He actually directly asked about the whereabouts of the Witch of the Black Mountain! The Emissary of the Left looked at the elegant and mature figure in the green robe and said hurriedly, "Three years ago, the Taoist Master and the Foolish Monk temporarily joined forces to kill the Witch of the Black Mountain. But he still escaped. Since then, his whereabouts have been a mystery."
"However, I received a secret message that the hidden demon in the Lanruo Temple has some connection with the Witch of the Black Mountain. Maybe we can start from there."
Mengqi nodded slightly and said, "Lead the way."
"Yes, master." The Emissary of the Left walked forward quickly and flew out of the cliff.
At this time, the Purple Moon Itinerant looked at the face of the master who was many years younger and blurted out, "Master, have you reached the highest realm of the Divine Conjuration of Ether? What is the highest realm? "
Mengqi patted his clothes and stepped out. He stepped onto the clouds and said lightly,
"The ether has died, the yellow sky shall rise."
"The ether has died, the yellow sky shall rise …" The Purple Moon Itinerant and the others were all shocked and murmured.
…
The gate of the city near the Lanruo Temple was closed and the streets were empty. From time to time, paper money flew in the air, which made people feel cold.
Although he knew that the master had reached an unprecedented realm after breaking through, the Emissary of the Left was still very careful. He arrived here first to find out the situation of the Lanruo Temple.
Inside the restaurant, many people from Jianghu gathered. Some of them wore white scarves and were in a state of mourning. Some looked terrified and looked around nervously. Some held swords in their hands and were eager to fight.
Mengqi in a green robe and the Emissary of the Left sat by the window and listened to the discussions around them.
"Ah, the Taoist Master in the South and the Female Monarch in the North. They are competing with each other. The world is broken and all the demons and ghosts are coming out!"
"Yes, don't go out of the city! I heard that the Lanruo Temple is haunted … "
In the midst of the discussion, a swordsman with a sword on his back came into the restaurant. He was dressed in a white robe and had handsome facial features. He looked like the sun and was proud of himself.
Behind him was a beautiful young girl who was looking at him with adoration.
The handsome swordsman walked straight to the front of Mengqi and the Emissary of the Left. He raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly, "Are you from the Sect of the Ether? I have accepted the mission to avenge the Huang Village for stealing the script seven years ago. "
The Emissary of the Left was quite shocked and could not help but look at the master Mengqi. No one knew that the master had come out of his closed-door training. It was purely a coincidence that he stopped here. How did this guy know that we are from the Sect of the Ether?
Seeing that the Emissary of the Left did not speak, the young swordsman thought that he had admitted it. He laughed and said,
"Go to hell!"
A small blood-red streamer suddenly appeared in his left hand. The streamer made the Emissary of the Left feel a sense of danger. With a gentle wave of the streamer, blood gushed out.
This treasure could even threaten a guru! The young swordsman was overjoyed to see that his sneak attack had succeeded.
At this moment, his vision blurred, and he saw the slightly weathered man in green raise his right hand. His five fingers were slender and powerful, as white as jade, like a Fiendgod. Then, with a flick of his fingers, the blood wave directly surged back, and there was not even a trace of corrosion on his fingertips!
How could this be? The young swordsman was instantly wrapped by the blood and turned into a pool of blood.
Just when Mengqi was about to ask the stunned girl, he suddenly felt that the world had become abnormal and he could only maintain his senses around him!
After a moment, Mengqi's senses recovered. He saw that the pool of blood on the ground had disappeared, and so had the beautiful girl.
Suddenly, the discussions around him reached his ears.
"Sigh, there is the Taoist Master in the south and the Female Monarch in the north. They are competing with each other and the world is in ruins. Demons and ghosts are coming out all at once!"
"Yeah, don't go out of the city unless necessary! I heard that even the Lanruo Temple is haunted … "
Is this what they said just now?! Mengqi was stunned.
At this moment, a swordsman with a sword on his back walked in. He was dressed in a white robe and had handsome features. His eyes shone like the sun as he looked around.
Behind him was a beautiful young girl who was looking at him with adoration.
"That guy again?" "He's not dead?" This scene was exactly the same as just now! Mengqi was quite shocked. His heart was in turmoil and his emotions were shaken. Some of his breath leaked out, causing the chopsticks to fall to the ground.
A figure flashed by. The handsome swordsman squatted in front of Mengqi and picked up the pair of chopsticks with a flattering smile.
"Senior, your chopsticks."
"This …" Mengqi felt like he was in a dream.
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