ninety thousand miles

Chapter 606 Moss
"That is to say, she is now equivalent to a sacred beast?" Li Chuan asked.

"That's right." Wen Guying nodded and said, "The dream shrouds this area. The flow of the lake water brings the dream to a very far, very deep place. There, things are imprisoned, dormant, and wandering unconsciously... Everything is asleep, asleep in the dream of the Ruiling Beast."

"Even if the day night comes, they can't wake up," said Jiang Mei.

"She has kept her promise. No matter what you do tonight, you will not disturb anything." Wen Guying looked away from the lake and looked up at the sky again. The last golden and red colors were burning fiercely in the dark curtain. He said, "The white night is coming. Go."

"Go to the altar?" Li Chuan said, and walked towards the altar. When he reached the lake and was about to swim across, the bloody lake water parted in front of him, and a road appeared in front of him. He looked up and saw that the spiritual master had appeared on the altar again and nodded slightly at him.

Li Chuan set foot on that road, walking between blood and fire. As he moved forward step by step, everything around him began to shake and blur, and he seemed to have stepped into some kind of dream.

The Feather Tribe in the sky and the Xun Tribe in the water were all still in their dreams, only the singing of the Ruoshui Tribe was still floating in the air.

Li Chuan walked up to the spiritual master, took out the Tianyin pot, and waited for the day night to come.

When the last ray of light was swallowed by the curtain, the entire sky became incredibly bright, and the bright white night illuminated the entire world. The light penetrated the dream at once, and the originally quiet Xun and Yu tribes woke up, and the singing of the Ruoshui tribe also stopped.

Li Chuan looked towards the place where the sun was setting. There was no sun in the sky anymore. There were only thick clouds and extremely bright light that shone evenly through the clouds.

This is not midnight.

But something obscured the original night sky.

The sound of water was heard, and the Xun tribe came ashore one by one, and the Yu tribe also returned to the lakeshore. Li Chuan looked down at the lake, and the lake water returned to its emerald green color, and the fire and blood disappeared without a trace.

"Next, I'll thank you for your hard work, Mr. Li," said the spiritual master.

"Okay, I'll try my best." Li Chuan took a deep breath and suddenly asked, "Will this altar sink into the water soon?"

"No." said the spiritualist.

"That's good." Li Chuan took out the jade bottle, put it aside, and then looked at the Tianyin pot in his hand intently. He rubbed it, and the gentle and soft pot sound rang in the center of the lake. The ripples of the pot sound spread layer by layer between heaven and earth.

He followed the sound of the kettle and looked up at the sky. The sound of the kettle passed through the thick clouds and kept going up. He tried to see above the clouds, to pass through the white night and see the obscured black night. But the white clouds seemed to have no end. At the end of the sound of the kettle, there was still monotonous white clouds, and nothing else.

Maybe it wasn't a cloud, but a trick. Li Chuan thought so and stopped focusing on the sky. Instead, he looked into the depths of the lake.

He took out the butterfly spirit, and the golden tree unfolded into a full moon in his palm, and then he concentrated.

The lake water decomposed layer by layer in his eyes.

shadow.

Countless shadows were entangled together, they seemed to be asleep, floating unconsciously at the bottom of the lake. Li Chuan looked deeper, ordinary shadows were meaningless no matter how many they were, he was looking for the faint light. He saw some dark things at the bottom of the lake, like moss, with many bubbles attached to them.

He continued to sink.

He wanted to find the formation that Wen Guying had mentioned. Whether it was a formation or a cage, he wanted to find it and see clearly what it was.

The sound of the kettle seemed to have reached its end. Li Chuan pressed it, allowing it to continue to spread downwards, causing ripples deep underground. In the gaps underground, he saw more black moss with bubbles attached to it, and...

Faint light.

Li Chuan saw a faint light attached to the moss, motionless, as if it was asleep.

The ripples of the pot sound immediately controlled the faint light, then carried it upwards, across the lake, appeared under the white night, and fell into the jade bottle.

The spiritualist looked up at the sky.

Wen Guying glanced in the direction of Xiaohe Lake. "There is a force approaching," Jiang Mei said.

"I feel it." Wen Guying said.

"Are you going?" Jiang Mei asked.

"Wait a little longer." Wen Guying said.

Lao Xiaokai looked left and right, and saw Yu Chen standing in the middle of the Feather Clan, so he walked over.

Gong Er and Pang San followed immediately.

Li Chuan's consciousness continued to sink along with the sound of the pot. At this moment, his mind suddenly became clear and active.

The one who had the strange dream was the Xun Clan, because there used to be a main road of the Sanqing River in the territory of the Xun Clan. He caught the faint light in Qifengxia, where there was also a tributary of the Sanqing River.

A faint light flows in the dried-up riverbed of the Sanqing River.

The spiritual master knew this. Then she chose the Great Abyss. The Great Abyss corresponds to the Youxi Valley. The first ray of sunlight rises from the Youxi Valley, and the last ray of light sinks into the Great Abyss. The Sanqing River flows out of the Youxi Valley and flows all the way to the Great Abyss...

River channel.

Where is the river?

Li Chuan's consciousness continued to sink, and he saw more and more black moss. He followed the guidance of the moss and moved through the gaps between the soil and gravel.

found it.

Clusters of dim lights cling to the black moss.

If there are so many words, maybe the night will fall. Li Chuan thought so, and used the ripples of the pot sound to capture them. This time, he was very careful, and used the ups and downs of the ripples to cover the moss and the dim light...

Youguang struggled.

Li Chuan did not hesitate and immediately drew a surging pattern in the ripples, completely controlling the dim light.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a force pulling his consciousness downwards. Before he could react, he was pulled straight down to a very deep place, deep underground where the ripples of the pot sound had not yet reached.

The ripples of the pot sound spread out.

Just as the dim light trapped by the ripples was about to dissipate, a red light caught them.

The red sword energy split the lake water, seeped into the deep underground, then brought out the clusters of dim light and dropped them into the jade bottle.

The sky began to shake.

"I'll go down." Wen Guying said.

"Wait a moment." Jiang Mei said.

At this moment, Li Chuan suddenly opened his eyes and rubbed the Tianyin pot heavily.

surge.

He once again drew a surging pattern in the ripples. The ripples swayed, and the entire Dahe Lake and everything around it began to sink. The boundaries between the sky and the earth, the lake and the underground began to become blurred, and everything blended together.

(End of this chapter)