The Spirit World

Chapter 189 Three Thousand Palaces
Darkness, like a weak and illusory hand, surrounds a heart, as if gently caressing this tiny piece of flesh and blood that controls life.

sudden!
As if he was furious!

The black hand swelled, as if it had burst out with amazing power and tightly grasped the beating organ!
thump! thump! thump!
[My king! You can't save anyone! Including yourself! ]

"what!"

Sweat appeared densely on Jack's forehead, and her screaming seemed to disturb the people around her.

"What's wrong? Zizi, did you have a nightmare?" Amina held Erica, who was already sleeping, and looked at him with some concern.

"No... sort of..." Jack's answer was strange. He wiped his sweat, holding a wrench in his hand.

"Remember to go to bed early... Is it really okay for a child to go to bed so late and get up so early?" Aminna opened the door and walked out with some concern: "Erica's mental state is not as good as yours... You should have told me earlier, otherwise she would have caught a cold."

"Yeah! I was careless... I actually fell asleep..." Jack nodded, put down the wrench, and drank a glass of water that had been poured long ago.

"By the way, your father said that the elders in Mousse Village are already discussing where you and Erica should go to study... Your father can't make a decision for you right now, so you can talk to him tomorrow. I hope you can go to the Dragon Festival." Aminna opened the door, and a bright light shone into the room. The originally dim room suddenly became bright.

"Okay... I understand..." Jack nodded again and let out a long breath, not behaving like a child at all.

Amina looked at him, and she had already walked out the door, but she stopped and said, "Your father has already prepared the cyan powder you wanted. It's on the table. You must go to bed at twelve o'clock! Did you hear me?"

"heard it."

Amina left and closed the door, and the room became dark again. Jack put the cup away and turned on the magic light in the room.

The light, like daylight, illuminated the entire room. He turned on another switch, and the various devices in the room began to operate silently. The blue magic transport device was like a fast-flowing small river running on those devices, and the terminal of the magic was a sphere emitting golden light.

Jack was born with great creative talent. He had made amazing inventions in the organic combination of magic and mechanical steel. When Jack learned almost all that Rajel had learned at the age of 28 at the age of three, Rajel no longer felt surprised by what Jack could do. He might have been surprised at first, but after being shocked again and again, he could only remain silent and even had higher expectations for this little guy. Many mechanical and magical devices in the house seemed to have been created out of thin air by him in one day, and they were surprisingly useful.

As their son's little fans behind the scenes, Rajel and Amina are more concerned about Jack's growth. Although Jack goes out every day, he always stays in the warehouse tinkering with these things when he is at home. He will get bored one day.

After Jack watched the magic machines operate and confirmed that there were no problems, he turned them off again, and the golden ball became dim.

Sighing, Jack used magic to unfold a small magic circle, then took out a small capsule from his waist and threw it into the magic circle. The capsule instantly turned into a small iron furnace on the open space, like a small blacksmith shop.

This "blacksmith shop" is extremely unique. The furnace, iron gate, fire tongs, hammer and water tower all have a red tree pattern, and there is a giant dragon hovering above the red tree.

【bopu! 】

A ball of fire suddenly woke up on the stove with its eyes open. It saw Jack, looked at him excitedly and said, "Young Master! You haven't summoned me for a long time! What weapon are you going to make today?"

Jack rummaged through the bag at his waist and took out the white magic crystal of the Sky Blue Five-Colored Kite. This crystal was extremely cold, but it didn't make Jack feel cold at all when he held it in one hand.

"Madam, a three-foot sword, preferably a dual-cultivation sword that can penetrate magic. Artanis, this should not be difficult for you." Jack put several pieces of iron sheets that were shining with golden light into the furnace. The cool fire that cooled the iron sheets in the fire refreshed them.

"Of course!" The fire confidently stretched out his flaming hand and patted the fire's belly.

"Gel from the boneless tree." Jack put a little bit of the water-drop-like fluid into the fire, and the fire swallowed it and put it into its own stomach.

"The black scale of Nosaton." A glowing black scale as big as a head was put into the fire, and Artanis actually burped slowly.

"Bai Ze's tail." An inconspicuous white curly hair was thrown into the fire. The fire's eyes were now shining with golden light and were extremely excited.

"The magic crystal of the sky blue five-colored kite." The magic crystal of the sky blue five-colored kite was put into the fire.

"Azure Five-Colored Kite?" Artanis was a little surprised.

"Yes, remember to scabbard the sword. It's too dangerous to have only a sword... This is a sword for little girls." Jack continued to rummage in the backpack around his waist.

"If the Azure Five-Colored Kite is still alive in heaven, it would know that its magic crystal has the honor to be mixed with these treasures to make a sword. It is truly a blessing it has earned in eight lifetimes." The fire swallowed the cold magic crystal in one gulp as if rejoicing. The moment it swallowed it, white smoke billowed out from the violent reaction between fire and ice. When the crystal sank into Artanis's stomach, which was visible to him, the white smoke dissipated from his mouth.

"To forge an ultimate ice-attribute weapon, the Azure Five-Colored Kite can only be considered a substandard weapon among high-level beasts. There are many ice-attribute beasts that are better than it, but they require magic crystals to forge. The Azure Five-Colored Kite is enough, after all, it is meant for killing." Jack scratched his head in distress: "Is the Azure Five-Colored Kite okay?"

"Of course! You have to believe in Artanis's ability! I can make a good sword out of even scrap iron! Not to mention Meteorite!"

"It's better to make it beautiful... Girls all like to be beautiful..." Jack fastened his pockets and patted them.

"No problem!" Artanis took a deep breath! All the objects in his body rolled violently! The hammer banged! It hit the iron sheet heavily, and a clang sounded throughout the barrier. The slowly red-hot iron sheet was hammered repeatedly and violently! Turned over! Quenched! Other materials also began to slowly flow into the iron sheet like water. Artanis' magical flame transformed everything into a stream of fireworks, without exception! This process requires thousands of hammers, or even more, and Artanis seemed to be playing, hammering happily.

One hammer, two hammers, whistling like the wind,
Three hammers and four hammers shook the earth.

But his voice was only in the enchantment of the magic circle. From Jack's perspective, it was a silent carnival, and under the hammer of fire, sparks flew in the enchantment like fire moths running around.

Jack slowly sat on the floor of the warehouse, legs crossed, as if meditating. He slowly closed his eyes, interlocked his fingers, spread them apart, and then pinched them with his index and middle fingers, with his thumbs touching. A golden ring-shaped mark rotated on both hands, with the Taoist and Sanskrit patterns on the mark colliding, and the solemn patterns made the mark even more majestic.

"The King's God! Three Thousand Palaces!"

The pattern of the mark expanded rapidly, surrounding Jack's entire body, and then quickly shrank into a point.

A golden light appears!

In the empty warehouse, only Artanis was left swinging his hammer violently in the formation; Jack had disappeared.

Artanis did not find it strange. Instead, he hammered harder and harder. The fused meteorite and the flowing water of various magical materials began to gradually form the shape of a long sword.

Somewhere in the world, Jack is there, no need to worry, as long as Artanis picks up the hammer, no one can distract him.

【Three Thousand Palaces】

Jack walked up the golden stairs. He was not attracted by the magnificent palace. Looking inside carefully, he saw that one huge palace after another was filled with all kinds of treasures that were unimaginable to ordinary people, strange and bizarre.

[Three Thousand Palaces] As the name suggests, there are naturally three thousand such magnificent palaces, or even more.

Jack walked slowly. Not sure if there were any hidden restrictions here. Jack did not use anything. The winding golden staircase stretched endlessly and was a little too long.

These palaces all have their own names, some are as bizarre as the treasures they hide, while others are well-formed and proper. There are Zhengyi Palace, Fengyue Palace, Zixia Fairy Palace, and it seems that there is no pattern to these palace names.

But the treasures in these three thousand palaces can be traced. In this huge treasure house, there is probably nothing that cannot be found.

The owner of this huge treasure house is naturally Jack. However, Jack has another original name, which is: Chang Yufeng.

A time traveler.

The master of three thousand palaces.

Chang Yufeng. However, he was not as arrogant as all other travelers, but was more calm and steady.

There is no feeling of tiredness here, as if time is not following you as you go up. You have reached the end of the Three Thousand Palaces. When you are on the stairs of the last palace of the Three Thousand Palaces, you look up and see a huge, sturdy ancient tree on the platform that looks like a dragon circling around it - it is obviously an old tree, at least a few thousand years old, with thick branches and leaves extending as far as the eye can see, and crystal clear unknown flowers blooming respectfully on those lush branches and leaves, vitality and beauty merging into one in an instant, and the flower catkins falling slowly, like goose feather-like heavy snow, almost completely covering the person under the tree.

No...wait a minute...those...things surrounding the person under the tree seem to be...pieces of paper?
"Three with one! Three preserved eggs with a five!" A cute little lamb was holding a handful of cards with its two lamb hooves, and its face and body were covered with notes.

"Here comes the money! Three old Kais with an eight!" A handsome old man in a white robe with a few pieces of paper stuck on his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the cards on the stone table, and his mind must be calculating quickly.

"No! The cards are so big! How can we play?" The little lamb put the cards away with disdain, blew the paper with his mouth, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

"I can't afford it either~ wuwuwu~" a petite girl in a blue dress cried and complained aggrievedly. She was almost drowned in the pile of notes, surrounded by all the notes she wanted to post. It seemed that she must be the one who lost the most.

"A pair of Aces!" The old man smiled softly: "I only have three cards!"

"Two of a kind!" The little lamb put down the cards, and a pair of clowns and two kings came down.

"Lost again~" The little girl in blue clothes blinked her big eyes with a look of grievance, as aggrieved as a child who had lost her candy.

"What cards do you have, Xiao Lan? Why can't you afford anything he plays?" The little lamb threw his cards on the pile and was laughed at by his teammates.

"I..." The little girl named Xiaolan put the cards in front of her and showed them to the lamb. The lamb waved his hand, and Xiaolan reached out from the pile of paper and shuffled the cards.

"This is not the little guy's fault...it's because my cards are too good...isn't it? Hahaha..." The old man laughed so hard that he fell backwards on the small stool.

"Damn it! I've never beaten you before! You must be cheating, Lu Xinzhai!" The little lamb watched the cards turning over and over in Xiao Lan's hand without looking at the old man.

"Blue shuffled the cards, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The little lamb nodded repeatedly, and blew a breath, blowing up the paper. He was stunned for a while, looked at Jack who came up and said with some surprise: "We don't have to play Landlord! Let's play Mahjong!"

"Ah~" Xiao Lan cried and put the cards away, as if the cards were shuffled.

"I'm working myself to death, and you guys are playing cards here... it's really difficult to deal with!" Chang Yufeng walked leisurely on the platform, with flying white catkins surrounding them.

"I am protecting your sea of ​​consciousness very well! You should thank me." The little lamb put his hands on his hips and tore the note off his body.

"Little Master~" Xiao Lan pushed all the notes away with her hands, jumped out of the pile of notes, and flew happily behind Chang Yufeng. She had no legs, and just now she was floating on the stone bench covered with notes, but she could fly and move freely without legs.

"Xiao Lan, you've also learned bad things from them..." Chang Yufeng looked at Xiao Lan with some slight reproach. Xiao Lan lowered his head like a child being scolded, and Chang Yufeng himself was just a five-year-old child.

"I...I...was forced to play by Lord Xunhuangying!" Xiaolan pointed at the little lamb with some cute anger.

"Xunhuangying...you should at least play some games that little girls can play!" The handsome old man in white also began to hold back his laughter and scold the little lamb.

"There are no other games! I'm tired of playing them!" The lamb jumped from the stone bench to the table and put the deck of cards into the wool: "How is your actual practice going? What are you doing here?"

"Too weak... The monsters in the deep forest of the Dragon Forest are too weak. They are destroyed with one strike. There is no effect of sparring at all."

"Ah... I think so too." The little lamb touched its soft wool disdainfully: "Then let's go deeper into the Dragon Forest. It seems that there are not many powerful monsters and steep mountains in Wenti County... Although the Dragon Mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is also rich in spiritual energy."

"Hmm... So I want to go to the deeper part of the Dragon Forest, the [Dragon Bone Ruins], for actual combat."

"Dragon Bone Ruins..." Xiao Lan tilted her head to listen to the name. She had no qualifications or ability to participate in the conversation, so she just repeated the unknown noun.

"By the way, isn't there a fallen dragon in Wenti County? I remember she is the daughter of an ancient dragon. I think you can spar with her, and she will never show mercy. That's good." The little lamb leaned against the roots of the huge ancient tree and lay down comfortably. The old man stood there without saying a word.

"Is it okay? She hasn't been resurrected yet... and I'm ready to explore deeper. The more complicated the situation, the better it may be for my cultivation." Chang Yufeng sat on a small pile of floating catkins, and a very soft feeling spread throughout his body.

"Well, since you have your own plan, just do it as you said. Don't worry, there won't be any danger for the time being."

"They didn't make any movement this time?"

"They can't find you again, so of course there won't be any movement. However, it will probably be soon... Do you remember that time when we were killed without doing anything?" The little lamb lowered his head and looked at Chang Yufeng.

"Well...we even hope to keep a completely low profile." Chang Yufeng nodded.

"So, my suggestion is to slowly find some helpers... Otherwise, we will be passive every time. It would be best to find some helpers from the Empire, the Principality, the Kingdom of Beasts, and the Kingdom of Elf. They are growing types, and they are definitely a little lacking, but with a little guidance from you, they may become new powerful people in the world. Just like your sister Erica."

"I'll pay more attention." Chang Yufeng nodded again.

"In my opinion, it would be a good idea for us to proceed this time in the same way as we would if we were looking for a companion. What do you think?" The old man looked at Chang Yufeng with some determination.

"I'm not very good at dealing with interpersonal relationships. How could they help me in the end? I can't explain everything clearly." Chang Yufeng still shook his head: "Erica is my sister, she is different from the person you are talking about. Besides, if we fail this time, they will definitely be implicated."

"So what... It doesn't matter! We have to give everything a try. Remember that beast in human clothing Tang Yibai? He specifically looks for people whose families have been broken up to help him wholeheartedly." The little lamb said disdainfully, as if he had thought of something disgusting.

"We are different after all... Even if we take a step back and ask them to follow us and die without hesitation, it is not that easy. We can't even defeat Chu Chu who has determined the resurrection time..." Chang Yufeng sighed.

"Yeah... then who can you blame... Chu Chu attacked with magic, and you didn't have a shield to protect your heart. It was also so difficult to get close to you. It's normal that you were killed because you were overwhelmed." The little lamb was even more disdainful. If he wasn't joking, Chang Yufeng estimated that the little lamb would have pinched his own nose to mock him.

"So, what are you here for?" the lamb asked, "Just to tell me your opinion and reject my idea?"

"Of course not... I just want to sleep here for a while. I just fell into a deep sleep." Chang Yufeng slowly relaxed his body and lay down on the bed naturally spread out by Piaoxu.

The fragrance is refreshing and charming.

"Having a nightmare again?" the little lamb asked softly.

"Yeah..." Chang Yufeng closed his eyes.

"Little Master, have a good rest!" Xiao Lan floated around Chang Yufeng and fanned him gently: "Little Master, you have worked so hard during this period..."

"It's not hard..." Chang Yufeng's body felt more relaxed and he completely relaxed.

"Have a sweet dream... Chang Yufeng..."

The lamb's voice became even softer, and above the boundless platform, countless golden palaces echoed it faintly.

It seemed that they had seen this kind of situation too many times before. The three of them remained silent and watched him sleep peacefully.

No whispers, no embarrassment, no human fantasies.

Just a tired heart.

(End of this chapter)