ninety thousand miles

Chapter 439 Refining
Since there is no objection, there is a possibility of giving it a try.

Li Chuan took out what he had written last night, read it through, then closed his eyes and cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts. After opening his eyes again, he looked carefully at the full moon in the pot. Compared with the last time, the moonlight was clearer and more transparent, as if it had completely merged into the water.

He rubbed the Tianyin pot.

After the gentle and soft sound of the pot rang out, he became completely quiet.

Seeing this, the old palace master also closed his eyes.

Sect Leader Wang and Sect Leader Chu sat in a stone pavilion on another mountain, gazing towards Jinyang Peak from afar.

"That pot is a bit strange." said Master Chu.

"Your focus is always strange." said Master Wang.

Sect Leader Chu said: "That 'full moon' does look like something from the gods, but that pot, how could that pot contain it... Strange, very strange."

"You and I cannot understand the principles of the "Wen Jing". What's so strange about that?" said Master Wang.

"No, Tieshu, look carefully, the pot is constantly changing the shape of the 'full moon'." said Master Chu.

Sect Leader Wang looked at it carefully, and after a moment, he said, "It is indeed very strange."

"Was it the same for the previous successor of the "Wen Jing"?" asked Master Chu.

Sect Leader Wang said, "Before him, there was Ming Heng, and before that was Su Boshan, and before that was just before the great catastrophe of gods and demons, and only records exist of them."

Sect Leader Chu said, "I know Mingheng. When I was born, Su Boshan was gone."

"I met him once. It was when I went down the mountain for my first training. I passed by a village and the villagers said that a rhinoceros in the village had turned into a demon and kidnapped a pair of sisters. So I went to look for the rhinoceros demon, but someone got there first. That person was Su Boshan." Sect Leader Wang recalled the past and said, "He was already very old at that time. When I heard about him again later, I found out that he had been dead for many years."

Sect Leader Wang's gaze stopped at Li Chuan. He said, "When I first embarked on the path of cultivation, I wanted to exorcise demons and protect the peace of the world. But I haven't stepped into the secular world for a long time."

Sect Leader Chu said, "If it is a catastrophe like the Great Tribulation of Gods and Demons, the result will be the same whether you enter the tribulation or not. It is our responsibility to preserve the seeds and rebuild Xuanmen after the tribulation energy subsides."

"Maybe." Sect Leader Wang did not comment.

The sound of the pot is continuous.

Everything went smoothly. Li Chuan had never felt this way before. After entering the mysterious state, he did not rush to merge the "full moon" into the butterfly spirit, but first wove the red-gold sun fire into strips of deep silk, and then wove the deep silk into a ball.

The sphere is immersed in the water waves, completely enveloping the "full moon".

He suddenly felt that it was a seed.

He then gazed at the full moon again.

The structures made of small circles embedded in large circles were deconstructed one by one in his eyes. He waited quietly until all the components were revealed and all the light spots were revealed. Then he stretched out his hand, holding a tiny red-gold light knife between his fingers.

Nine points of light.

As his fingers trembled slightly, the light knife disassembled the components connected to the light spots one by one.

Everything is done with ease and comfort.

Li Chuan felt like he was looking down at everything - the full moon in the pot, the sun's true fire on Jinyang Peak, the butterfly spirit lying quietly on the side...

After the last light spot was dismantled, the sound of the pot began to change.

surge.

Everything in Li Chuan's eyes became blurry and ambiguous. The water in the iron pot was surging. The full moon trapped in the abyss began to struggle for the first time. The scattered structure changed into various forms and fled in all directions.

There were dots of light seeping out from the cage, spreading out along the edge of the pot...

Li Chuan didn't have time to use the water waves to circle them. At this time, the old palace master stretched out his hand and swept the light spots together. Li Chuan also immediately let the water waves circle them and returned to the cage between the ups and downs.

When it realized that it could not escape the cage, the moonlight closed, nine points of light flickered, and the broken connection was reconnected. Like a seed, countless roots spread out from it, winding upwards, and growing trunks and branches.

This was the third time Li Chuan saw the tree. Its canopy was open like a fan. Li Chuan heard the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other, like waves, and the sound was mixed with the sound of the pot and the ripples.

Li Chuan had been tracking the nine points of light. When they were in the shape of a full moon, they were folded in, but now they were fully expanded.

He stared into the tree, and looked down, far, far down.

The midpoint and cross of his vision floated and changed. The red-gold light projected into his eyes, and the clear moonlight gradually converged in his pupils, trying to erode his soul.

He found it.

Those nine spots of light were just projections, and the only real spot of light was hidden in the shadow of the moonlight.

The light knife between the fingertips appeared again. The light knife passed between the dot and the horizontal line, and along its trajectory, the delicate component units scattered one by one.

Li Chuan's eyes became increasingly indifferent.

The shadow was split.

The ripples surged, completely enveloping the tree, and a hollow opened up in the trunk. In it, boundaries overlapped, barriers blended. Li Chuan used the light knife to cut the butterfly spirit open and put it into the hollow.

The roots of the moonlight immediately penetrated into the butterfly spirit through the gap created by Li Chuan.

At this time, the sound of the pot changed again.

I picked leaves one by one and held them in my palms.

He stared at the moonlight, his eyes completely immersed in it.

The moonlight in his hands emitted a red-gold light. The light turned into characters in his hands, constantly changing, falling into the hole and onto the butterfly spirit.

parasitic.

"Li Chuan!"

Li Chuan heard the little mouse calling his name.

"Li Chuan, what are you doing?!"

The roots intertwined again in the cocoon, and the roots also penetrated into Li Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness, gradually intertwining into one.

The little mouse didn't get a response from Li Chuan, so he had to cheer up and try to pull out the roots one by one, but just as he finished, another one popped up behind him.

It was so busy that it left a shadow in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The old palace master opened his eyes.

Li Chuan felt the wind blowing on his body, blowing into his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the speed at which the roots intertwined slowed down.

The mouse gasped.

The old palace master looked to the side and saw that Sect Leader Wang and Sect Leader Chu had stood on the Jinyang Peak without him noticing.

Sect Leader Wang said: "This device of the Protoss is extremely dangerous."

Sect Leader Chu’s eyes were also focused on the pot.

Silk threads woven by moonlight are spreading in the butterfly spirit, and inside the colorful cocoon, the butterfly has gradually spread its wings.

Sect Leader Chu said, "It's time for us to take action."

"No rush." ​​The old palace master refused.

(End of this chapter)