I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

Xie Que let out a long, heavy breath, and felt more and more deeply about the difficulty of enlightenment.

The Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power before us, this technique has already integrated several complete great ways, and it is absolutely not something that ordinary people can fully understand.

If one day, I can really practice this martial art to the pinnacle,

I'm afraid that even if he is not a Taoist, his strength can be comparable to that of a Taoist.

Faced with the difficulty expressed in Guan Qi's tone and expression, Xie Que stopped talking.

Because he knew very well that after reaching such a state, the importance of understanding has surpassed talent.
Moreover, personal understanding and luck are the key to everything, and it is difficult for external forces to interfere.

So Xie Que changed the subject: "Regarding the eighteen coffins of the Buddha Emperor, do you have any latest clues or news?"

Upon hearing this, Guan Qi nodded quickly.

He had already prepared for the rainy day and sent out capable men.

Shuttled through the void, searching tirelessly for any clues that might be related to the Buddha's coffin.

At this moment, he replied respectfully: "Reporting to the Buddha, according to the results of the investigation by my men, we know that the eighteen coffins must have sunk into the depths of the void."

When Xie Que heard this, a light flashed in his eyes, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Deep in the void... What a familiar yet strange term."

He had not heard these four words in person for a long time, but that did not mean that Xie Que did not know where the depths of the void pointed to.

The so-called depths of the void actually point to the lower levels of the world of ruins.

Deep in the void, there are the remains of many destroyed worlds.
They are like the dust left after the fall of stars, floating quietly in this forgotten realm.

And this place is the so-called depths of the void.

Most of the creatures there were destroyed along with the world.
But some creatures choose to be eroded by void energy in order to survive.

And after they surrendered to the void, the reason for their continued existence,
It is like pulling more worlds into this endless abyss, making them part of the void.

In the past, it was these forces that came from the depths of the void,
With unspeakable power, it invaded the Xiaobei Sea Realm and many other worlds.

"There's some trouble." Xie Que whispered to himself.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the rustic wooden table as he kept thinking about how to respond.

After all, the depths of the void is a terrifying place that even many Heavenly Monarchs consider a forbidden area.
There has never been a pure life that has not been polluted by the void and dares to step into it.

Because of this, Maha Realm's understanding of the depths of the void is limited to some ancient legends and sporadic records.

After careful consideration, Xie Que made a bold decision.

He decided to send one of his incarnations into that forbidden land.

The depths of the void are full of dangers, and it is also the place where the laws of the void are most concentrated.
Even a celestial monarch might fall into it.

More importantly, in this land twisted by the void,
There was no way he could find a void creature that was completely loyal to him and would help him bring back the coffin in which he was buried.

As for those void creatures that were polluted because of the destruction of the world, they are suspicious in nature, and they generally will not easily serve outsiders.

In their eyes, no matter whether it is the prosperous world or the countless living beings,
They are but the waves that will vanish in the long river of time, and will eventually sink into the boundless void.

Become a member of their large group.

This awareness of the final outcome of all things makes the creatures in the void disdain everything.

"I must not rashly step into the depths of the void..." Xie Que's gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of void and look directly into the unknown and distant depths.

"It is rumored that they will not accept wanderers in the void, or those born void creatures, as they believe they are impure heretics."

Xie Que pondered: "Only the living beings in the world that have been swallowed by the void can be the targets they accept."

"If I want to enter the depths of the void, I must first find a suitable entry point, an identity that will allow me to enter the void smoothly without alerting those void creatures."

"so……"

"We still have to destroy the Mingguang Realm first and make this world completely become part of the void."

"In this way, I can not only obtain a 'pass' to enter the depths of the void, but also use it as a springboard to infiltrate the blood sea incarnation into the depths of the void."

……

The vast and boundless world of Mingguang Realm is actually composed of hundreds of fragments of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

Moreover, its formation goes far beyond that.

When the war broke out between the Buddhist world and the earthly immortal world in the past, some of the chopped-off fragments of the Buddhist world were accidentally integrated into the Mingguang world.

But this is just like the interdependence of all things in the world.

The difference between the two worlds is like two parallel rivers.
This place of intersection of the Mingguang Realm caused waves of disturbance.

This difference in the way of heaven has led to violent conflicts in the laws governing the operation of heaven and earth in certain areas, leaving indelible marks on this land.

These areas are in disarray and the energy is extremely violent.

Even a strong person who has reached the realm of Yangshen Zhenjun would find it difficult to stay there for a long time.
Otherwise, there is a possibility of backlash from the laws of heaven and earth, leading to mental and spiritual confusion, possession, and falling into an irretrievable situation.

Therefore, this special area is awe-inspiringly called the "Mountain Range of Two Realms" by the monks in the Mingguang Realm.

It is not only a geographical dividing line, but also a place where the two worlds' laws clash and merge.

The scene here reminded Xie Que of the old Yingzhou world.

There also experienced the fusion and collision of heaven's ways,
However, the power of Yingzhou's Heavenly Dao was even stronger, almost completely suppressing the Emperor's Heavenly Power that was integrated into it, resulting in a one-sided situation.

The Mingguang Realm is completely different. The laws of nature in the two worlds are evenly matched and restrain each other, jointly shaping the wonders of the mountains between the two realms.

The mountains between the two worlds stretch for 180,000 miles, like a giant dragon winding its way around.

Its reputation has long been known among the cultivators in the Mingguang Realm, and it is regarded as a forbidden place that is full of opportunities but also harbours hidden dangers.

Within the mountains, the laws of the two worlds intersect and conflict, and the rhyme of Tao is revealed.

For monks who pursue the great way and desire breakthroughs, this is undoubtedly a rare holy place for enlightenment.

Moreover, because of the rich spiritual energy, this place produces a lot of treasures, and natural treasures often appear.

Therefore, even though there are many risks, there are always countless monks who come forward one after another, just to find that glimmer of opportunity in this forbidden area.

Not far away from the outskirts of the Two Worlds Mountains, there is a "Buddhist and Taoist City".

The establishment of this city not only provided a place for rest and supplies for monks who ventured into the mountains, but also became a paradise for low-level monks to seek a livelihood.

Here, they mainly serve high-level monks, maintaining the city's long-term prosperity and stability.

Yang San is an ordinary low-level cultivator in this Buddhist and Taoist city.

His grandfather rented a fish pond outside the city and used the secret method passed down from his ancestors to breed spiritual fish.

Thanks to the rich spiritual nourishment near the Liangjie Mountains,

The spiritual fish raised by Yang San not only has delicious meat, but also contains rich spiritual energy.
For monks, it is a rare delicacy and a nourishment for their spiritual practice.

Therefore, his spirit fish are always in short supply in the market, and the prices are rising, which brings him considerable income.

It's just that Yang San accidentally got addicted to gambling a few years ago.
The family fortune, which was originally quite substantial, shrank rapidly in the midst of the gambling table and was almost squandered.

But Yang San was very clear-headed. The fish pond was not only the source of his livelihood, but also his foundation.

As long as the fish pond is still there, no matter how heavy his gambling debts are, there is still a glimmer of hope to gradually pay off the debts.

The fish pond was like the lifeblood of a monk to him, and it was a bottom line that he could not easily give up. Once the fish pond was mortgaged, he would probably fall into the control of those "senior" monks.

He was banished to the dangerous Liangjie Mountains to engage in the life-threatening mining work.

Although there are many spiritual mines in the two worlds mountains,
But the spiritual energy there was extremely violent and was absolutely beyond the ability of a fourth-level cultivator like him to withstand.

Even if monks were caught and taken in to mine, within half a year,

They will also be unable to resist the chaotic spiritual inspiration, which will cause the meridians to become disordered, and eventually the soul will be possessed by the devil, ending in a miserable way.

Yang San knew this very well, so he always held on to the fish pond as his lifeline.

Today, after closing his stall, Yang San originally planned to go home directly.

However, he could not resist the persuasion of several of his friends.

He was finally persuaded and stepped into a private club.
I want to try my hand at it and add a little color to my life.

At first, Yang San did feel that he was lucky.

After just a few attempts, he actually won back thousands of spirit stones.

These spirit stones were enough to equal the proceeds from selling spirit fish for three to five years.
This made him feel an indescribable joy and pride.

However, gambling is like a strong drug.
It’s exciting when you first try it, but what follows is often unpredictable consequences and endless regret.

It was for this reason that Yang San became more courageous after his initial taste of victory.

After a few cups of fragrant tea, I felt a little dizzy, and my vigilance and rationality were weakened.

He started playing bigger and bigger.

Just when Yang San was immersed in the sweet dream of victory, the overwhelmed Yang San used the fish pond as the last bargaining chip as if possessed by a ghost.

That is to put the fish pond passed down from his father on the gambling table, priced at 20,000 spirit stones.

If he wins, it would be enough for him to buy a Yang Shen Pill, but it could also bankrupt him.

Just like all gamblers realize after losing everything,

It was only after he lost the fish pond that Yang San realized that it was a complete scam.

But it was too late. Several high-ranking monks who were watching over the place in the guild hall,

Their cultivation was far beyond Yang San's reach, even if he was extremely unwilling,

He could only bite his finger helplessly, leave a bloody fingerprint, and complete the procedures for transferring the fish pond.

When Yang San staggered out of the guild hall's door, he suddenly felt his legs go weak, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he could hardly stand.

As the night wind blew, my mind, which had been confused by gambling, became unusually clear.

He looked at the vast night sky, and an unprecedented feeling of despair and helplessness surged in his heart:

"What should I do... Alas..."

Deep down in his heart, Yang San still felt a little fortunate that he did not completely lose himself at the gambling table.

Otherwise, he would probably have been escorted in a convoy heading to Liangjie Mountain, facing a life-threatening fate in mining.

Whenever he thought of this possibility, Yang San couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He shook his head, trying to push the disturbing thoughts out of his mind.

He knew that the most important thing now was to face reality and find a way out as soon as possible.

The loss of the fish pond was undoubtedly a major blow to his financial resources.
But life must go on and he must find a new livelihood.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, Yang San sneaked back to the vicinity of the fish pond quietly.

Next to the fish pond, the three closely connected wooden houses still stand quietly.

Yang San knew that he had to act as quickly as possible to get back what belonged to him without being discovered.

Although there are not many valuables in the room, they are a crucial life-saving straw for him now.

He approached the cabin cautiously, afraid to make any noise.

Once discovered, not only would he lose his last bit of property,
It is more likely that he will be treated as a thief and sent to Liangjie Mountain.

But the fish pond tonight made Yang San feel a little weird.

"Ok?"

Yang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes penetrating the night, looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Under the moonlight, the surrounding light seemed to have a strange crimson hue.

The scene inside the fish pond was even more horrifying.

A thin mist, as if condensed from blood, floated gently on the water.
It formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding silver light, which was particularly shocking.

An indescribable fear surged in Yang San's heart. He wanted to suppress his curiosity.

Pack up your things in the cabin as soon as possible and leave this troubled place.

But my feet seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and I involuntarily walked towards the edge of the fish pond.

He wondered in his heart, what was the reason for this strange blood-red color?
Could it be that someone really is practicing some forbidden magic here, causing this fish pond to be tainted with an ominous color?

When he thought of this, Yang San's heart began to beat violently involuntarily, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

The rules in the Buddhist and Taoist city are very strict, which is why a young cultivator like him can survive.

The demonic cultivators are undoubtedly hated by everyone in the entire Mingguang Realm.

If I can report someone who is practicing magic here, I will probably get a generous reward.

The bonus might be enough for him to get back on his feet, or even to contract a new fish pond.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Yang San's heart began to pound.

As he approached the fish pond step by step, the strong and strange smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

It seemed to be able to penetrate the night and go straight into the depths of his soul.

This smell not only made him feel scared, but also inexplicably aroused his curiosity and greed.

He sniffed it lightly, feeling an indescribable excitement in his heart.

"It seems... God will not let me die..."

Yang San muttered to himself, his heart pounding in his chest like the beating of a war drum.

He squatted down, his hands trembling slightly, but still reached out firmly towards the blood-red liquid in the fish pond.

However, just as he was about to touch the liquid, something unexpected happened!

But no one would have thought that this blood-like liquid would suddenly explode and turn into a human figure.

Yang San had no time to escape. The fear in his heart made him kneel down on the ground immediately and kowtow repeatedly:

"Grandpa, please spare me! Grandpa, please spare me. I have offended you because of my ignorance. Please leave me a way out..." (End of this chapter)