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Chapter 231 230. Qingzhu Life Lantern, an ominous sign (5.4K words - please subscribe)
On the ancient boat, Hua Linglong was immersed in thought.

Song Yan waited slowly.

The skylight is slanting down, showing a quiet and soft feeling.

Hua Linglong suddenly said, "Thank you, Brother Song, for bringing me here. I also know that my character does not meet the requirements of a great sect like Tianqi Sword Palace, so I want to go to this vast sea and take a look."

Song Yan said: "If you go to my secret realm, you only need to abide by the rules of the Sword Palace, it will be much safer."

Hua Linglong smiled and said, "I'm beginning to believe that Brother Song is a really good person, but..."

She lowered her eyes slightly and said softly, "Brother Song should know me very well. This time, the 'Nine Nether Blood Lotus Soup' helped me see the road ahead clearly. I think this road will no longer overlap with Brother Song's.

If I stay, it will be like tying my own hands and feet, and it will also bury the hidden danger of insecurity for Brother Song. It is not the best choice for you and me. However, I will remember Brother Song's friendship in my heart.

The name Hua Linglong is just a way to get closer to Brother Song, so I call myself that.

These days, I have dug out my earliest name from memory.

Brother Song, let me introduce myself again. My name is Yun Zhaoxuan."

Song Yan said: "Friend Yun, you and I have a lot of fate, good and evil, complicated, it's good to end it like this today."

After a little thought, he suddenly grabbed a broken sword.

The sword was pale white all over, with broken black threads mixed inside. It was the broken Xuanlong Sword from before.

These days, he has completely understood the rules of "entering Tianqi Sword Palace". After all, the emperor was trying so hard to whitewash himself, he could still guess a little.

The emperor went to the Xingrath market that day, most likely to deal with his "stolen goods" and exchange them for some medicinal pills.

The emperor can give up anything he wants, so he must give it up too.

Even though this sword carries too much of his past, it must be done this way.

If it were discarded or destroyed, he would still feel somewhat reluctant, but handing it over to the Heavenly Master in front of him, he felt like returning it to its original owner.

Song Yan looked at the broken Xuanlong sword reluctantly and said, "Although this sword is broken, it is the origin of our relationship. Now the sky is high and the road is long, and I don't know when we will see each other again, so I will give it to you as a souvenir."

Yun Zhaoxuan slowly took over the half-broken Xuanlong sword with complicated feelings. Many memories about this object flashed through her mind unconsciously. The evil corpse Vimalapo in her body was chasing Song Yan to death for the "Evil Treasure of the King" in the sword.

She solemnly put away the broken sword and said, "Thank you, Brother Song."

Then, she suddenly sent a message: "Brother Song, although Tianqi Sword Palace is a huge organization, and we are no different from ants in this force. I didn't want to talk about the past, but after thinking it over again and again, I still hope that Brother Song will remember one thing."

Song Yanhui read: "What's the matter?"

Yun Zhaoxuan said: "Be careful of the emperor's intentions."

Then, she continued, "He has done a lot of things over the years. I was very close to him, so I can vaguely feel it, but I don't know what it is exactly.

I didn't take it seriously at first, thinking it was just a trump card. But he didn't reveal this card until the end of the world, and until now.

Although Di Cunxin is just a small figure in front of Tianqi Sword Palace, but... Hey... Brother Song, it's good for you to know this. Maybe I'm just worrying too much.

If the world is vast and we can explore it freely, the three of us no longer need to fight to the death."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Be careful out there."

Yun Zhaoxuan smiled and nodded.

The two of them walked towards the exit of the ancient boat.

Suddenly, Yun Zhaoxuan stopped abruptly, turned her head abruptly, and stared at him with her beautiful eyes, revealing a bit of surprise and panic.

Song Yan was infected by her and subconsciously turned his head to look with her, but all he saw was an empty wall.

Song Yan asked: "Fellow Daoist Yun, what's wrong?"

Yun Zhaoxuan rubbed his eyes, looked at the wall again, and shook his head, but his thoughts were saying, "Brother Song, I am hallucinating, there is something strange here.

You... you can just test it, everyone has their own way, Brother Song, don't worry about my idle words."

She didn't say it, but Song Yan knew what she was going to say.

Yun Zhaoxuan hopes that he will try to see if "Ning Yunmiao is willing to let him go", but this is unnecessary because the gap in strength is too great. If Ning Yunmiao really targets Song Yan, where can Song Yan run?

Song Yanchuan asked: "What did you see in your vision?"

Yun Zhaoxuan said: "The wall is twisted, it's so close, but it feels like there's mist between us.

If it were a mortal, I could say that it was a ghost entering my body or that I had mistakenly entered an illusion. But this is the area of ​​the Tianqi Sword Palace, and I am not a mortal. Please do not tell Envoy Ning about this matter."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived beside Ning Yunmiao.

Song Yan said: "Senior sister, please send this old friend of mine to a safe place in the vast sea."

Ning Yunmiao said: "That's great."

These four simple words made Song Yan reactively alert again.

Suddenly, he also wanted to run.

Go to the vast ocean with Tianzun, hide there, and no one will notice you.

However, as Tianzun said
He had no choice.

If Ning Yunmiao had no ill will towards him, there was no need for him to run; if she had ill will, he could not run away.

Ten Thousand Swords Star Region.

Vast sea area.

The vast sea is a desert, but every grain of sand here is a secret place, and the mountains are the heaven and earth.

Tianqi Sword Palace is a palace, but every building and every hilltop here has its own hidden secrets and has people on duty.

Song Yan followed Ning Yunmiao to leave the ancient boat and first came to a place called "the lower realm of the Sword Palace", where he saw an old man on duty.

The old man was wearing a bright crane robe, which did not look like the linen clothes and straw sandals that Ning Yunmiao wore. He was sitting on the periphery of a ball of light, which was rotating naturally according to some pattern.

Song Yan had a feeling that the "lower world" was a galaxy and the old man was a "satellite".

Ning Yunmiao's arrival did not make the old man move aside.

He just opened his eyes slightly.

Ning Yunmiao said: "Master He, I brought my junior brother here to settle down in the natal secret realm."

"The natal secret realm?" He Lao looked up at Song Yan and said, "This lower world is the natal secret realm of my Sword Palace disciples. The natal heaven and earth are intricate and intertwined, and there is the law of the jungle.

I am here to take charge. As long as there is nothing going against the will of Heaven in the lower world and there is no demon that endangers the entire lower world, I will stand idly by and watch without interfering.

You can explain the rules to the secret realm disciples or clansmen, and I will evaluate the overall strength of the secret realm and place them in the appropriate area."

Song Yan bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. He."

The old man closed his eyes and said no more.

Ning Yunmiao gave him an encouraging look and moved aside slightly.

Song Yan took out the ball of light, and with a thought, he went into it and talked to his old friends. Then he took out a lot of skills that he had previously comprehended and gave them to them. Then he floated out and handed the ball of light to the old man in the crane robe.

He Lao took the light ball, scanned it briefly, and said: "First-level Xuan cultivation land, comprehensive assessment, low-level, then go to Nanyunzhou."

After saying that, the light shield opened slightly.

The ball of light sank into it and flew rapidly towards a certain direction in the corner.

Song Yan watched the ball of light go away. He knew that the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and these old people would start a new life and practice in the future. However, this time they would practice in a world that seemed healthy at least for now. The old people did not need to face the threat of the Lord of Heaven and Earth, but just needed to live well in this lower world full of true geniuses, and then strive to come to the upper world one day.

After Old He settled Song Yan's natal secret realm, he turned to look at Song Yan and said, "You little guy, you are not qualified to stand here, and you should be in the lower realm. You can come here after you break the Xuanhuang mirror and pass the test. Put aside all distractions and practice as soon as possible to reach the Xuanhuang realm. Don't let down Daoist Yun Miao's hard work."

Song Yan bowed and replied respectfully, "Yes."

Old He waved his hand and then closed his eyes again, both guarding and practicing.

Song Yanze left with Ning Yunmiao.

What he saw and heard along the way was enough to shock him, and it also made him understand that if Ning Yunmiao had any ill will towards him, he would not even be able to self-destruct.

The normal etiquette of entering the room and becoming a disciple did not happen.

Song Yan and Ning Yunmiao quickly sank into a spot of light.

In the spot of light, the sky and the earth suddenly appeared.

It was a fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

Ning Yunmiao said: "This is my Taoist temple - Qingzhu Mountain.

Now my grandfather has not returned and I don’t know why I can’t contact him.

I will temporarily take over his place to teach you the skills, light the lamp of life for you, take you to the sword tomb to comprehend the small heavenly Dao text, and then pass on to you the complete version of "The Ten Thousand Stars Furnace Secret" of the Tianqi Sword Palace.

You don't have to call me Master, just call me Senior Sister." Song Yan said: "Senior Sister, what should I do if I miss my old friend who has gone to the secret realm in the lower world?"

Ning Yunmiao heard this and said with a gentle expression: "When you break through the Xuanhuang realm, you only need to exchange the Starfire Spirit Stone for the Lower Realm Order, and then you can transform into an incarnation and meet your old friend. But before that, cultivation is the most important thing."

Speaking of cultivation, her expression became serious again, and she continued to teach: "You have come all the way from the mortal world, so you know that each realm has its own level, and each level is not the quiet place that the lower world imagines.

Once you enter Xuanhuang, you will live as long as the heaven and earth, but there will be more and more disasters, and the demand for resources for cultivation will become more and more harsh. The fighting in the same realm will become more and more secretive and more and more terrifying.

These things are far from you. Come, I will take you to light the life lamp first. Since you are in the Qingzhu Mountain Taoist temple, you can light the life lamp here. "

Song Yan said: "What is the life lamp?"

Ning Yunmiao said: "You will know it as soon as you see it."

Qingzhu Mountain, Secret Palace
Five different oil lamps float quietly.

Among them, three were bronze single-flame lotus pedestals, and two were double-flame ones. One of the double-flame ones was in a turbid state, with the light inside flickering and moving without wind.

Ning Yunmiao glanced at the turbid lamp, closed her eyes slightly, then looked at Song Yan and raised her hand.
A sixth oil lamp appeared on the side of the five lamps.

Ning Yunmiao said: "Send a wisp of your soul inside."

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Divide the soul?
What is this going to do?
Ning Yunmiao saw that he was still not making any move, and turned his head in astonishment and asked, "Junior Brother?"

Song Yan bowed hastily and said, "Senior Sister, I have never learned this method of dividing the spirit and soul."

Ning Yunmiao showed a look of regret and said, "It would be better to light it sooner, because this life lamp can not only record the disciple's life situation, but also accumulate power during the disciple's cultivation process. When the disciple encounters danger or tribulation in the future, it will burn fiercely to help him weaken the tribulation and survive the crisis."

Song Yan scratched his head and said, "It's my junior brother who is unlucky."

Ning Yunmiao said: "Then I will teach you the method of soul division first. When you have understood it and lit the life lamp, I will take you to the sword tomb to understand the words and to the sword platform to practice."

After saying that, she raised her hand and threw out two jade slips.

Song Yan took it.

Ning Yunmiao said: "The remains of Senior Gu Mohan will be placed in the Sword Tomb, and the dragon skeleton will be thrown into the crack of the Sword Platform. I need to go and witness it, and I will be back in a month.

Junior brother, please practice first. There are many caves in this mountain. If they are not closed, you can enter at will. There are restrictions in the door. If you remove the restrictions, it will be considered that you have occupied the cave."

"Yes, senior sister." Song Yan bowed his head and said respectfully.

Ning Yunmiao turned into light and escaped into the distance.

Song Yan held the two jade slips tightly in his hand and scanned them with his spiritual sense. One of them was the "Dictionary of Starry Sky Language" and the other was the "Soul Separation Technique".

Through chatting along the way, he already knew that except for the lower realm, everyone who could enter the void around the Wanjian Star Region knew the Star Language!

Only a poor monk like him who came out of a remote corner would not recognize the starry sky text.

'You have to learn this.'

He murmured, and then stared at the Soul Division Technique again. He inexplicably felt an irresistible sense of tension in his heart. The Heavenly Sword Visualization Technique and the Corpse Chopping Technique emerged one after another, making him instinctively alert.
Of course he will split his soul.

The reason I say no is simply out of caution.

At this moment, he looked at the "Soul Separation Technique" for a moment, then moved the "Soul Separation Technique" onto the panel, and immediately began to practice with his immense wisdom.

In a moment, the training is over.

Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because, this "Soul Separation Technique" is actually the "Soul Separation Technique", and there is no other problem.

He looked at the life lamp in front of him again, but did not light it immediately. Instead, he left temporarily and searched in Qingzhu Mountain, surveying the terrain, and then chose a cave in front of a clear water pool at the bottom of the mountain to live in.

After he finished all this, he was surprised to find that the sky had darkened, and the twilight surged up the high mountain tops like large balls of burning reed catkins.

He looked up at the sky full of rosy clouds, and for a moment his mood was both calm and complicated.

After a long while, he let out a long breath and muttered to himself: "I haven't found any problems yet, but I can't take it lightly."

More than half a month later, Ning Yunmiao had not returned.

Song Yan has read the "Starry Sky Dictionary" several times.

It is not difficult for a cultivator to recognize a language that is not mysterious, even though this "star language" is extremely complex and one meaning can be expressed with thousands or even tens of thousands of words.

He returned to the secret palace, stared at the suspended life lamp, calmed down his nervousness, and said silently: "Use this life lamp as the target, perform the "Soul Division Technique", and separate a wisp of soul into it."

After a moment, the blue lotus-colored life lamp was lit, and a wisp of flame burned slowly.

Song Yan felt a hint of warmth in his soul, which made him feel relaxed. He felt like a traveler who had been traveling for three days and three nights and was soaking in a hot spring.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this life lamp was good or bad.

To put it in a bad way, the lighting of this life lamp obviously brought him benefits;
Well, there is some kind of relationship between this life lamp and his soul. What if there is another mystery hidden in this life lamp, and someone uses this life lamp to do something?
After all, his extraordinary wisdom also has its limitations, that is: if the opponent does not kill him in one go, then... it would be quite troublesome.

But now that the lamp of life has been lit, all we can do is “make the best of it.”

He sighed softly and returned to the cave in front of the clear water pond.

The cave seemed to have taken into consideration the tastes of those who chose this cave, so fishing rods and other things were prepared.

Song Yan grabbed a fishing rod, sat in front of the pond, and decided to spend the day fishing.

After sitting for a while, he felt warm in the sun and couldn't help yawning. His eyes became a little blurry.

Feeling sleepy for a rare time, he casually stuck his fishing rod into the mud beside the pond and let himself fish while the fish in the pond fought over the bait. He then leaned back in a comfortable position, squinted his eyes, and watched the green leaves of the tree rustling in the wind, casting swaying shadows of copper coins.

The mountain breeze blew past slowly, carrying with it an extremely rich and mysterious aura. The image of Ning Yunmiao appeared in his mind.

He was wearing a linen shirt and straw sandals, had an ordinary appearance, but was full of righteousness. His cold face revealed a stubbornness and he had a firm and unshakable attitude.

This woman will either become his closest relative or the one who actually kills him.

"Can I really trust you?" Song Yan couldn't help but ask in his heart.

This upper realm is extremely large and sparsely populated. From what the old man He said before, he had guessed that those active in this upper realm are at least in the Xuanhuang realm, so even if he wanted to "transform" himself, it would be impossible for him to do so.

"This is either a paradise or a boiling pot of warm water."

Song Yan sighed lightly, then twisted his body and got into an extremely comfortable and casual posture.

Even if he was going to die, he had to enjoy the beauty of the moment first. Even if he had to lie in the pot, he had to get into a comfortable position.

As he thought about it, he became a little drowsy, his consciousness slightly restrained, and he actually took a nap.

In his dream, he dreamed that Ning Yunmiao was holding the life lamp and grinning with sharp white fangs, then he looked at him and laughed: "Hehehehe, boy, why don't you give it to me while you still have longevity?!" He wanted to self-destruct, but unfortunately he couldn't even think of it. He could only watch Ning Yunmiao slowly decompose him and refine his soul.

Song Yan suddenly woke up and sat up.

The spirit fishes in the pond were startled and scattered away.

Song Yan gasped and stared at the lake surface. It took him a long time to calm down.

He wiped his hair and muttered to himself: "It is still kind of you to go to the vast sea alone. Although there must be many dangers over there, at least you don't have to worry so much. This kind of fate is not in your own hands."

Just as the thought came to his mind, Song Yan suddenly felt something in his heart, as if a long, extremely sharp thorn had pierced his eyes, nails, and neck. He suddenly turned his head subconsciously and turned to the side.

His eyes fell on the old Xuan tree.

At some point, the bark had twisted and become hideous and evil, like some kind of writing.

If it was before, Song Yan would not recognize it.
But at this moment, he recognized it clearly.

He silently read it in his mind: "When the gate of hell opens, believe it. When the gate cracks, peer into the netherworld. The white bone hand brings happiness to people. Before the hand arrives, the soul has already frozen."

He looked at the words stiffly and rubbed his eyes again.

The writing disappeared and the sunlight became warm again.

Song Yan shuddered and goose bumps quickly appeared on his skin. He suddenly remembered the distorted vision that "Tianzun" Yun Zhaoxuan saw before he left.

So, were the words that Yun Zhaoxuan saw also written in some kind of star script?
The Bipolar Sword Platform is an extremely large sword platform, and it can even be said to be an extra-large secret realm.

On its left is the "Taiyin Sword Platform" and on its right is the "Taiyang Sword Platform". The sword platforms are connected by chains with small heavenly characters, namely, talismans.

In the center of the sword platform there is a huge six-sided black monument with six totems engraved on it.

At the bottom of the giant monument, molten black fire could be seen, and in the many cracks, various demons and monsters were born. Their evil eyes were looking up at the sky, and some were trying to rush out but were suppressed by a powerful force.

The Liangji Sword Platform is where the disciples of Tianqi Sword Palace practice, and it is also a place similar to the "Demon Suppression Tower".

At this moment, the dragon skeleton transported from a distant land is being transported here.

An old man stared at the dragon skeleton with a frown on his face, and then asked, "Lei Che, besides being naturally damaged, why is there any sign of it being gnawed and refined by someone?"

(End of this chapter)