ninety thousand miles

Chapter 440 Key
"That thing is also something from the God Clan." said Master Chu.

"It's the butterfly spirit." Wen Guying, who had been standing on the other side of the mountain with his back to Li Chuan and the old palace master, also walked over.

"Butterfly Spirit..." Sect Leader Wang whispered again, and said, "He wants to use the butterfly spirit to control this device."

Sect Leader Chu shook his head and said, "What a wild idea."

“Not necessarily.” said the old palace master.

"He should refine the butterfly spirit first, and then control it to refine the others." Sect Leader Chu said, "But now, neither of them is under his control."

"It's parasitic." Wen Guying said.

"What?" Sect Leader Chu looked up at Wen Guying.

Wen Guying's face was also illuminated by the light of the sun's true fire. "In the surge, he parasitized the butterfly spirit in the God Clan's device. It is not a kind of refining technique we know of. Therefore, there is no such thing as refining this first and then doing this or that."

Sect Leader Wang looked at the Tianyin pot in Li Chuan's hand and said, "The pot is still ringing."

The old palace master said: "You two should stand farther away."

Sect Leader Wang nodded, retreated several dozen feet, and disappeared into the woods.

After hesitating for a while, Sect Leader Chu also retreated to the other side.

Amid the surge, everything on Jinyang Peak gradually became blurred and ambiguous.

The moonlight flowed down in Li Chuan's hands, turning into characters one by one, floating on the butterfly spirit. After the last character fell, these ever-changing characters flew up one after another, and arranged in rows in the water waves, forming a complete "parasitic" picture, and then followed the surging momentum and slowly converged into the chest and abdomen of the butterfly spirit.

The butterfly spirit lit up.

The golden patterns formed by those characters appeared on the colorful translucent wings of the butterfly spirit.

At this moment, Li Chuan suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance blankly.

Today's weather is really nice, he suddenly thought. It's not hot, there's wind, and the shapes of the clouds in the sky are also very beautiful.

The ripples created by the sound of the pot.

Li Chuan felt that something was coming out. When he first climbed the Jinyang Peak and watched the millions of butterflies in the Jade Rabbit Chasing the Sun Formation live and die, a seed was planted.

After that, every time he read the "Pattern Scripture", every time he drew the parasitic pattern in his mind, it continued to mature. And this whole month, when he stared at the "full moon", it began to take root and break through the soil.

The wings flapped gently.

parasitic.

Li Chuan felt that he had finally thoroughly understood the true meaning of parasitism.

He stretched out his hand and reached into the pot. Water waves and moonlight flowed on his hand. He held the butterfly spirit as he did in the Temple of Heroes.

Once upon a time a seed was planted into the Pillar of Heaven.

Now he plants that seed into the tree.

surge.

The threads spreading from the butterfly spirit's wings were mixed with golden light and began to spread outwards, connecting with the roots of the tree, climbing up, and gradually wrapping it up.

He felt the struggle and resistance of the Full Moon.

The light spreading from the butterfly spirit gradually enveloped the entire tree. When the shadow of the tree dissipated, he seemed to hear a sigh, and then the moonlight dissipated as if it had lost its skeleton.

"The 'spirit' inside has dissipated." The voice of Master Chu came from a distance, "One thing has been destroyed. If we don't take action, the other one will be destroyed as well."

"No rush." ​​The old palace master still said so.

Amid the surge, the figure of the old palace master gradually became blurred.

The Ten Directions Formation around Jinyang Peak began to operate. If only the sunlight was better.

Li Chuan thought so.

Then, he felt another golden light pouring into his eyes and body. He lowered his head and saw a book quietly opened on his legs.

It is the light of the "Texture Sutra".

Countless images flashed before his eyes: a full moon, a tree, seeds... all the forms that this device had taken appeared in his eyes.

This is a key.

Li Chuan understood the function of this device.

Prince Su did not lie to him.

Li Chuan looked up at the sky again, and the sky was also dyed light gold. The clear moonlight, the red-gold sun fire, and the light of the "Pattern Scripture" all gathered on him.

He recalled everything that happened in the Temple of the Heroes.

The water waves flowed over the back of his hand. He closed his eyes, let go of everything, and let his mind sink into the surge, and then into the butterfly spirit. As the wings flapped, spots of light flickered. A glimmer of light stretched out from between his fingers, passing through the three small circles embedded in the big circles, and reconnected them into components.

The "Pattern Book" was turning page by page, guiding him to piece the components together into patterns. Just like the dream he had when he was drunk that night, his vision was filled with ribbon-like circles one after another.

Li Chuan weaved tirelessly, carefully and meticulously, placing every dot and horizontal line in exactly the right place. He saw the sunlight and the twinkling stars in the night. After countless days and nights, the butterfly broke out of its cocoon, its wings emitting golden light, breaking away from the water waves and flying into the sky, attracting dots of light all over the sky.

The old palace master looked at the "Pattern Classic" that was turning pages on Li Chuan's legs. The pages seemed to no longer be blank.

"The ancient immortal Tian Su created the "Pattern Sutra". He condensed the true images of all things in the world into this wordless heavenly book. Only the chosen people can see the patterns in it." The voice of the old palace master echoed in the night wind.

“And now, we are fortunate enough to have a glimpse of the true meaning of the Tattoo Scripture.”

The old palace master looked solemn, "The ancient immortal Tian Su, he did not create the "Wen Jing", but annotated the "Wen Jing". His understanding of all things in the world and his life's path are contained in it."

"Tiansu has fallen."

The old palace master repeated, "Tian Su has died."

The voice of Sect Leader Wang sounded: "Last time after you came out of the Temple of Heroes, I noticed something was wrong, so I sent people to investigate and made some vague guesses."

"The Temple of the Gods and Heroes? What's going on?" Sect Leader Chu asked in confusion.

"Let Gu Ying talk to you later." said the old palace master.

"Then..." Sect Leader Chu looked at Li Chuan who was still sitting cross-legged in front of the iron pot and asked, "Then what is he? A container?"

"It must be Li Chuan, a scholar." said the old palace master.

Li Chuan also opened his eyes at this time. There was only water left in the iron pot, and the "full moon" was gone.

Finally I can cook noodles.

The second time he looked, he saw the closed "Wen Jing" on his leg.

The first one is Surge, the second one is Parasite, what will the third one be?
He already knew there was a third one.

There are three main pictures in "Wen Jing", and the others are annotations to everything in the world.

He looked up, the night was hazy.

Everything went incredibly smoothly.

He saw colorful butterflies fluttering layers of golden gauze and flying back to the back of his hand.

(End of this chapter)