ninety thousand miles

Chapter 636 Box
The water is so cold.

Li Chuan shuddered. He suddenly thought, he was wearing a cloak, how could water seep in? Was it because this was a dream? Or was it because the spring water was not ordinary water?
The spring water is poisonous.

He suddenly remembered.

The water had already reached his waist. At this point, it was meaningless to consider whether the spring water was poisonous or not. Li Chuan maintained the sound of the kettle. Whether it was the spring water or the entire secret realm, they would sink, sink into the abyss of the heart, and become nothingness from then on...

Li Chuan's consciousness continued to expand with the ripples of the pot sound.

At this time he could see very far and wide.

Countless points and horizontal lines were clearly displayed in his field of vision. He knew their positions and changes. He saw many familiar structures in them, the structure of the crimson mist, the structure of the six-sided disc of dim light, and some structures written in the "Pattern Scripture". He found them and began to disassemble them.

He seemed to be much more powerful than before, but still far from being omniscient and omnipotent.

No one came to give him a fatal blow.

Was it because of the sacred tree and the moonlight? Did the secret realm strengthen his power? What did it want to do?
It doesn't matter. Li Chuan calmed his mind. He couldn't be fooled by it again and fall into the trap it set. He would only do one thing and one thing only.

As Li Chuan's hands moved, structures were unraveled one by one, and dots and horizontal lines kept splashing outwards, sinking into the ripples of the pot sound, and were carried down into the abyss of the heart.

The spring water was up to my chest.

Was it the spring that was separated first, or was he drowned first?
It’s not very important anymore.

Li Chuan felt the coolness of the spring water running through his body, and the ripples of the kettle sound completely merged with the ripples of the spring water. The gentle and soft sounds of the kettle resounded loudly between heaven and earth, penetrating the forest, crossing the mountains, flowing along the Sanqing River, and soaking every inch of land in the Cangwu wilderness.

The full moon was shaking, and a golden leaf fell into the ripples of the pot sound.

It's the structure of the Phantom. It's slightly different. It's okay, it can be disassembled.

When Li Chuan was about to dismantle it, the structure had already merged silently into the ripples. When he was about to fish it out with his hands, he suddenly felt something entering his soul.

Deep in his soul, there is a box containing the memories of scholar Li Chuan. There is also another box given to him by the Soul Eater during the spire illusion, which he has never been able to open. But now, the third box has appeared.

The golden leaves formed a golden spiral staircase under his feet. Li Chuan kept walking down, bathing in the light of the full moon. The abundant light gradually settled into the third box.

"Li Chuan."

Li Chuan heard the sound of the little mouse.

"How did you put it in?" Li Chuan asked in his heart.

The little mouse said, "I don't know. It was there all of a sudden."

"Keep guarding." Li Chuan said.

"Well, don't worry." said the little mouse.

The spring water covered my neck, mouth, nose, eyes...

He sank into the spring.

It didn't seem to affect his breathing. Was it the cloak? Or was it the dream, or the spring water?

do not care.

Li Chuan continued to knock the Tianyin pot in the water. As long as he could knock the Tianyin pot, it would be fine. Surge. Surge again and again, breaking all the barriers. The ripples also became sharp, crushing all the points and lines in their path.

almost.

It's almost reaching its limit.

Li Chuan could feel this, he had already walked very deep, if he went a little deeper, he would reach the deepest part. As long as he tore it apart, it would sink completely into the abyss of his heart.

He walked down.

Walking to the last leaf, the texture of the leaf was very familiar, still the texture of red mist, ripples passed by, and it was easily untied. He looked down, there was pitch black and bottomless, as if blocked from the moonlight.

Did it want him to tear it open?
Li Chuan felt that the sound of the kettle was blocked, and at the same time, the surging ups and downs and the breath of the heart abyss were also blocked. At this time, everything in the secret realm was shrouded in the mist of the heart abyss, and began to melt, dissolve, and return to one. But there was a force here that was resisting the melting of the heart abyss.

Yuansi?
No, it's another structure. In Li Chuan's vision, the bottomless black was decomposing rapidly. He needed some time. He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and analyzed the structure. It was not difficult. It was very similar to the structure of the red fog. It seemed to be many variations of that basic structure, connected together, and then piled up tightly...

The spring water and the moonlight swirled around him.

It wanted him to tear open the black.

The dream hoped that he could tear open that piece of black.

It lent him strength.

why?
He thought of the box. He closed his eyes. It was easy, just as easy as looking through the memory of Scholar Li Chuan, as if they were his own memories.

original……

He stretched out his hand towards the blackness, and went halfway in but couldn't go any further. It wasn't enough. His strength was not enough, not enough to tear it apart...

At this time, he saw that the moonlight had changed.

The moonlight was dyed red. The bright red light followed the ripples of the pot in the spring water, and after touching the bottomless black, it turned into thousands of fine needles and pierced into it.

Finally, a gap appeared.

The sound of the pot flowed in through the gap.

broken.

Li Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

The depth of the fog was uncertain. Amid the sounds of the pot, the red sword energy swept wantonly. The springs, the sacred trees, the full moon, the rocks, and the rivers. The rushing water of the Sanqing River was completely crushed by the indomitable red sword energy.

The dream of the secret realm was shattered.

wake up.

Li Chuan stopped and turned around.

Everything was blurry in the night. He rubbed his eyes and finally saw Wen Guying standing not far away. And Elder Li was even further away.

Everyone else is gone.

Reviewing the past, one should nonchalantly put the sword back into its sheath.

Noticing that Li Chuan was looking at him, Wen Guying said, "You suddenly walked towards the spring. I couldn't call you back, so I had no choice but to follow you."

"What?" Li Chuan retorted, "It's because you are all trapped in an illusion..." At this time, he saw that it was a snowy mountain. He was standing on the top of Lingxu Peak, and the entrance to the secret realm had disappeared.

"Has the secret realm disappeared?" Li Chuan asked.

"The ones here have disappeared." Wen Guying replied.

"Where are the others?" Li Chuan asked.

"They all went to see other entrances." Wen Guying replied.

At this time, Li Chuan's vision had recovered a little, and he vaguely saw many feathered creatures flying in the night sky.

"Master Wen," Li Chuan exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "I know what happened in Cangwu Wilderness."

"What did you see?" Wen Guying asked.

"It's not what I saw, but what the secret realm told me. It tried its best to tell me..." Li Chuan took two steps forward, found a stone that was not covered by snow and sat down. He said, "Everything started with a heavy rain in ancient times."

(End of this chapter)