ninety thousand miles

Chapter 508 Butterfly
Li Chuan observed while controlling the rise and fall of the pot sound.

The gentle and soft sound of the kettle spread out layer by layer, and he followed the sound of the kettle, starting from the light spot and groping outward little by little, remembering the structure and changing rules he saw in his mind. Then he found that the dots and horizontal lines were changing with the rhythm of the flickering light spot.

With one hand he controlled the rise and fall of the sound of the pot to get close to the rhythm of the flashing light. When the two were completely integrated, the light suddenly became brighter. At that moment, Li Chuan lost his eyesight. The dot and the horizontal line disappeared, leaving only a white flash.

At this time, the butterfly spirit in his hand changed again.

The butterfly's wings spread.

Li Chuan felt as if there were thousands of thorns piercing his scalp and eyes at the same time. He wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked. He opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

"Senior Sister Yao, there's really something wrong with Li Chuan." Jiang Bai spoke again.

Yao Shuang stared at the ferry and said, "Wait, let me take a look..."

……

In the vast expanse of white, some black lines flashed, and then Li Chuan saw a fingernail-sized ink butterfly appear in his sight.

Butterfly spirit?

What does it want to do?
Li Chuan's sight followed the butterfly forward. He felt that the butterfly was flying in a painting. At first, the background was white, and gradually more lines began to appear on it. That was... Li Chuan looked at those lines of different shades, and he recognized that they were the clouds in the painting.

The butterfly was flying through the clouds in the Tai Su Realm.

……

At the ferry, red sword energy penetrated the clouds, and Wen Guying's figure appeared again.

Yao Shuang turned around, looked at Li Chuan carefully, and said, "He may have discovered something. Listen to the sound of the kettle. The kettle is chasing something."

Jiang Bai listened to the sound of the kettle for a while, his face calmed down, and he said, "I'm glad he's okay."

"As long as the sound of the pot hasn't stopped, everything should be fine," said Yao Shuang.

At this time, changes occurred at the ferry again.

After Wen Guying took a few steps back, a huge red sword shadow emerged from the clouds under his feet. The sword shadow silently moved towards the ferry, and then...

Crack crack crack.

A huge crack appeared on the ferry.

"The ferry has cracked?" Jiang Bai asked in amazement, "Wen Guying, can he really split the ferry? Brother Jiang also tried it before, and the ferry was impossible to destroy..."

The clouds gathered quickly and the cracks slowly shrank. At the same time, a floating bridge emerged from the clouds and continued to extend forward.

"It's a floating bridge." Jiang Bai said.

Yao Shuang asked: "Was it like this before?"

Jiang Bai shook his head and said, "No."

The floating bridge moved forward quickly from the ferry, and Jiang Bai soon saw the appearance of the floating bridge. The bridge deck was made of pieces of gold-like and jade-like materials, with different cloud patterns carved on it.

"Where is it going?" Jiang Bai asked.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw the floating bridge arch upwards, and then like a streamer, it went towards Li Chuan from the other side.

At the same time, Yao Shuang's black shovel flew over and dug at the floating bridge. The golden and jade-like bridge surface immediately sank. Jiang Bai felt a shake under him. He looked down and found that the floating bridge passed through the clouds under them, trying to get out from below.

The black shovel blocked it again.

Jiang Bai looked at the ferry again. The cracks on the ferry had closed, but they had not disappeared. Wen Guying's sword had caused considerable damage to it. The clouds near the ferry rolled violently, forming a high-speed rotating air mass that surrounded Wen Guying.

Jiang Bai stood up with a dagger in his hand.

"What are you going to do?" Yao Shuang asked. Jiang Bai said, "I'm going to go to the ferry to take a look."

At this time, Fuqiao retreated to three feet away and then surrounded them.

"Sit down and don't make trouble." Yao Shuang said as she formed seals with her hands and cast many runes in the direction of the floating bridge. After the black shovel returned to her hands, she turned around and flew towards the floating bridge. After stepping on the floating bridge, she pressed down with the black shovel, and a piece of the floating bridge shattered instantly.

Amid the flying debris, Yao Shuang lowered her head, tightly gripping the black shovel with both hands, as if she was realizing something.

Jiang Bai felt that Yao Shuang glanced at him, and he subconsciously sat down on the mat again.

The next moment, Yao Shuang let go of his hand, and the black shovel quickly moved along the deck of the floating bridge. Wherever it passed, the bridge deck broke into pieces. Soon, the bridge deck surrounding them was broken.

Yao Shuang looked towards the ferry. The air masses gathered together, covering the ferry completely, and nothing could be seen.

She took a step back, and the black shovel drew a huge black rune in the void. The rune pressed on the pontoon, wrapped it, and rolled towards the ferry.

Afterwards, Yao Shuang quickly retreated back to Li Chuan and Jiang Bai to protect them.

"Is the floating bridge destroyed?" Jiang Bai asked.

"No, it's only possible if we destroy the ferry or completely destroy this place." Yao Shuang replied.

"What about you just now?" Jiang Bai asked.

"Buy some time." Yao Shuang said.

"What about Senior Brother Wen?" Jiang Bai asked.

"It's difficult." Yao Shuang replied.

"Why is it difficult?" Jiang Bai asked.

Yao Shuang said: "My cultivation is not enough."

"Among the Qing Sect secret arts that I know, there is a magic spell. I saw Senior Brother Wen split the ferry just now, and I want to plant a spiritual seed in those cracks. As long as there is spiritual energy, it can survive and grow wildly." Jiang Bai said, "According to the elders of my sect, after the spiritual seed sprouts, the immortals have to cut off a piece of flesh to get rid of it."

Yao Shuang looked a little doubtful.

Jiang Bai said, "If you think it's okay, I'll go over and give it a try. If not, I'll just sit here quietly and not cause any more trouble."

The clouds passed over the runes wrapped around the floating bridge, and the runes seemed to dim a little.

"Wait a moment." Yao Shuang said.

"Okay." Jiang Bai said.

"Then I'll take you there." Yao Shuang said.

……

Li Chuan was completely unaware of what was happening around him.

He chased the butterfly forward on the scroll. After an unknown amount of time, he heard a tearing sound. He immediately looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the clouds were torn apart by an ink spot. The ink spot continued to meander and expand, eventually forming the shape of a ferry.

He understood clearly in his heart that this was how the ferry appeared.

After the butterfly stayed on the ferry for a while, it continued to fly forward, and ink spots continued to fall, one, two... Li Chuan counted the numbers, eleven.

There are eleven ferry crossings in total.

He felt the scroll shaking, and the lines representing the clouds became disordered. Some ink dots disappeared completely, becoming a hole, while others only had a little edge left.

(End of this chapter)