ninety thousand miles

Chapter 346 Exploration
After saying that, Gong Wuguang withdrew his gaze. He slowly turned around and said to Li Chuan, "Look elsewhere."

Li Chuan felt that he still had some energy left, so he asked: "Which way to go?"

"Go with your feelings." Wen Guying said.

"My feeling..." Li Chuan felt the feelings brought back by the ripples. He said, "I feel that we can't go any further. Let's walk into the fog. Maybe we can find the White Walkers."

"Then let's go." Wen Guying said.

"Okay, wait a minute." Li Chuan suddenly thought of something. Then Wen Guying and Gong Wuguang saw Li Chuan scooping up a handful of light from the ripples. He pulled out extremely thin threads from it. These rays of light intertwined between his fingers, and finally weaved into a deep sea. Come on.

He said, "Take this."

"This is it?" Gong Wuguang picked up Yuansi.

"I learned from the woman from the dark river last time that it will not be melted by the mist." Li Chuan explained, and then arranged: "One of you will lead the way with me, and the other will walk behind me, and I will be in the middle." He He said cautiously: "When I move around, there are too many changes. I have to concentrate on rubbing the Tianyin pot and control the ups and downs and frequency of the surge."

"Let me lead the way." Gong Wuguang said.

Gong Wuguang pointed forward and said: "In the thickest fog in front, there was a little yellow rolling down from it just now, and then it disappeared."

Gong Wuguang hesitated for a moment and said, "That's fine. Next time, we can make more adequate preparations."

Wen Guying and Gong Wuguang searched carefully with their spiritual thoughts and eyesight.

He stopped.

"I feel like it was repelled by the mist, and then disappeared, not where it fell." Gong Wuguang explained.

Wen Guying said: "There might be some nearby. Let's look carefully."

……

"Come over and take a look." Wen Guying said.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Gong Wuguang suddenly said: "I seem to have seen a strange ghost."

"Then I'll be at the end." Wen Guying held the other end of Yuan Si's hand.

The three of them walked towards the mist pointed by Gong Wuguang. The fog seemed to be very close to them, but Li Chuan felt that they had walked a long, long way, and by the time they arrived, the fog had almost completely dissipated.

The mist gathers and disperses, like silent butterflies dancing, and the wind slowly disperses, returning to silence.

"Brother Li..." As soon as Wen Guying spoke, Li Chuan opened his eyes and said, "There is something different further down."

Li Chuan looked at the different shades of mist for a while and then felt a little dizzy. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer, so he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the pot attentively, letting the sound of the pot take him to feel everything around him.

"Okay." Gong Wuguang said.

"Where?" Li Chuan opened his eyes as he listened to the sound of the pot.

His consciousness was floating in it, drifting further and further away.

He suddenly discovered that the sound of the pot spread farther than he thought, because when the ripples passed through the mist, the ever-changing mist also undulated with it.

"There isn't one here." Wen Guying said after checking around. He saw Li Chuan's closed eyes and pale face. He said, "There is no need to rush this matter. Why don't we just stop here today and come back next time?"

The ripples caused by the sound of the pot spread layer by layer in the abyss of the heart, and the three of them walked slowly.

"Did it fall below?" Wen Guying looked down.

"Did you find it?" Wen Guying asked.

Li Chuan replied: "I don't know, I just feel the feeling of ripples coming back. There is something deeper."

"Didn't you just say that we can't go any further?" Gong Wuguang asked.

"Yes, so we are going to take a look deeper?" Li Chuan said.

"Let's wait until next time." Gong Wuguang said.

"You may not be able to find it here next time," Li Chuan said.

"Can you bear it?" Wen Guying asked. "We can still hold on for a while." Li Chuan replied.

Gong Wuguang listened to the conversation between Li Chuan and Wen Guying and understood that both of them had made their decisions. He said, "Then go."

Li Chuan nodded.

The sound of the pot became more urgent, and the amplitude of the surge also began to change. At this time, Wen Guying and Gong Wuguang also noticed that the mist was changing with the sound of the pot.

When Gong Wuguang was about to say something, Wen Guying shook his head at him.

So he held Yuansi in his hand and calmly felt the sound of the pot and the mist around him.

They are sinking.

After completely sinking into darkness, the sound of the pot began to become dull, and the ripples became stagnant and sticky.

Gong Wuguang looked at Li Chuan.

Here, his spiritual thoughts seemed to be stuck in the mud and lost their effect, and his vision seemed to be blocked. He could still see Li Chuan, just because the silk in his hand was still glowing.

The light slanted across the lower half of his face, illuminating the sweat on the tip of his nose and his tight lips.

Gong Wuguang was relieved.

The successor chosen by "The Classic of Patterns" is indeed good.

Li Chuan finally reached the place he sensed.

He tried hard to maintain the sound of the pot and said: "It's here, here, it's darker."

Wen Guying and Gong Wuguang both used Yuansi's light to look around.

They did not feel what Li Chuan said was "darker". Besides darkness, darkness, where can there be a darker place?

Wen Guying said: "I didn't notice the difference."

Gong Wuguang also said: "Are there any other characteristics?"

Li Chuan said: "Don't look, just listen. There is a place here where the sound of the pot cannot penetrate at all. I can't pinpoint it, but it's nearby."

Therefore, Wen Guying and Gong Wuguang listened to the sound of the pot more carefully.

After a while, Gong Wuguang realized the difference. He pointed to a place and said, "This is here. There is a hole here. It's very small."

"A hole?" Wen Guying looked in the direction Gong Wuguang pointed. After some reflection, he said, "There is indeed a hole, and..."

"What?" Gong Wuguang asked.

Wen Guying shook his head and felt it carefully again.

Gong Wuguang and Li Chuan waited quietly on the side.

After a long time, Wen Guying suddenly took a step back, and then a silver light swept across the eyes of Li Chuan and Gong Wuguang, which was the light of a whisk.

"Friend Daoist Wen, be careful..." Before Gong Wuguang could finish his words, he saw the fly whisk following the rippling waves, sweeping through the darkness where the small hole was.

At that moment, Gong Wuguang saw clearly what the small hole looked like.

There are no holes there, just some folds. The folds are constantly rolling inward, making it look like there is a small hole.

Gong Wuguang was horrified and said, "What is this?"

Wen Guying said: "I guess this is a fixed point, a fixed point that exists in the abyss of the heart."

"Are there any strange ghosts here?" Li Chuan asked bluntly.

Wen Guying took away the fly whisk, and everything returned to darkness, with only the deep silk shimmering with vague light. He said, "Wait a moment."

(End of this chapter)