The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 117: Impending Crisis (End of Volume )

Under the tree in the courtyard.

Ye Lang bowed slightly and reported respectfully. He described the entire process of going to the Treasure Pavilion in detail and expressed his own views:
"Those three people are dressed in extraordinary clothes and have an imposing aura, which makes me feel like a thorn in my back. I believe that their strength and power should not be underestimated. It will not take long for them to find out the identities and whereabouts of me and others."

"I don't know how to describe Mr. Han. His last words are very meaningful. I guess he wants to get something from the Pavilion Master..."

……

Wang Yi sat alone under the tree, looking down at the books on the table. After Ye Lang finished his report, he raised his head slowly:
"There is no need to pay too much attention to Mr. Han. No matter how tempting the bait he throws out is, when you have enough strength in the future, you can easily take it..."

After saying this, he glanced at Ye Lang calmly and said, "As for those three people, since they are wandering on the first floor of the Treasure Pavilion, no matter how strong they are, they will not exceed the Heaven Realm. No matter how powerful they are, they are limited to Quanyou Town. This little bit of pressure is just right... just right to hone you..."

"A great crisis is approaching. If you don't want to die, hurry up and become stronger. You don't have much time left..."

Ye Lang's heart sank, and he said in a solemn voice: "Master, don't worry, we will not let you down." The Master reminded him in such a serious manner that the impending crisis must be extraordinary, which made him feel awe-inspiring.

Wang Yi nodded without comment, picked up the black ring and looked at it. The black ring was made of black iron, dark in color, surrounded by silver cloud patterns, and had a matte and dark surface, which looked very simple and mysterious.

With a thought, his divine will emerged from the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows and silently sank into the mysterious ring. His sight flickered slightly, and a compartment-sized space appeared before his eyes. In the middle of the dark space, five white jade porcelain bottles were quietly suspended.

Wang Yi tried to use his divine power. With a whoosh, the five porcelain bottles disappeared and appeared on the stone table in front of him. He stroked the mysterious ring in his hand and praised with satisfaction: "Hiding Mount Sumeru in Jie Zi is an extraordinary method..."

Ye Lang hesitated and said, "If you have no other instructions, I will go and find a more secret place for you, the Pavilion Master... so that outsiders will not disturb your meditation."

"Well, just keep it quiet." Wang Yi nodded slightly.

"I'll take my leave." Ye Lang bowed and turned around, taking a few steps to the west wall. He leaped and turned outside the courtyard, carefully looking around, and after confirming that no one noticed, he dodged into the alley on the side and disappeared.

Wang Yi slowly stood up, waved his hand to put the mysterious ring and porcelain bottle on the table into the void space, put his hands behind his back, looked at the layers of mountains in the distance, his eyes were deep and solemn, and his expression gradually became solemn: "It's time to go to other worlds..."

The sincere spiritual perception sensed that a huge crisis was approaching.

This crisis has a wide impact, or it can be said that the crisis is everywhere. Even with his sincere spiritual perception, he feels like he has nowhere to escape.

Yes, there is nowhere to escape, and only extremely strong strength can protect oneself and break the impasse.

Still, we cannot rely too much on sincere spiritual perception.

His own ability to hide and conceal himself could ignore the warnings of his sincere spiritual perception, and in this vast world, there are probably countless ways to hide one's own aura and secrets...

If you rely too much on your sincere spiritual perception, you will probably pay a very painful price for it.

Just like the sudden crisis this time, without any warning, the crisis approached without any signs and blocked his possibility of escape.

Wang Yi tilted his head and looked at Wang Yao who was quietly copying an article in the room, his eyes gradually became firm.

……

Three days later.

In front of the Treasure Pavilion, a young man as thin as a bamboo pole came. Xingyin, Li Qiang, the future owner of Xingluo Tower. He had an ordinary appearance and temperament, and seemed very inconspicuous.

Li Qiang, carrying a sack full of patches, timidly came to the door of the Treasure Pavilion. He carefully looked inside a few times, and after confirming that there was no one inside, his eyes slightly fluctuated. He pretended to take a few deep breaths, like a wild boy who had just come from the countryside, and walked in timidly. Among the people behind him, several doubtful eyes quietly withdrew.

jingle--

Han Fei was leaning against the counter. When he heard the sound of the wind chimes, his drooping eyelids slightly lifted. The next moment, his listless spirit was shaken. He sat up straight, looked at Li Qiang with a funny face, and said:

"Stop acting. Your immature acting skills are making me anxious. Next time, remember to conceal the blood and energy in your body. It's too dazzling..."

Li Qiang's body stiffened for a moment, his temperament did not change much, but his eyes looked deeper. He reached out and took out the Xuan Ring from his arms, threw it to Han Fei behind the counter, and said sparingly, "Jade Bone Golden Body Technique."

Han Fei raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to catch the mysterious ring, and immersed his mind into it to investigate the situation. The next moment, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he withdrew his mind thoughtfully, staring at Li Qiang and tentatively said:
"The Treasure Pavilion has been buying back treasures and elixirs for a long time. If you have any surplus treasures or elixirs, you can take care of my business..."

"Next time for sure." Li Qiang was still very frugal with his words. His mission on this trip was to bring the Jade Bone Golden Body Technique back to the Pavilion Master. The rest had nothing to do with him.

"Okay! Then next time." Han Fei smiled, his mind fluctuated slightly, he raised his hand and threw out a new mysterious ring, smiling: "I am looking forward to the next transaction with you."

After saying this, the divine will silently sent out, confusing the spies in the street outside and clearing the way for the boy to leave. For all distinguished guests, it is safe to leave or stay, and this action is not beyond the rules.

"Goodbye." Li Qiang raised his hand to catch the Xuan Ring and carefully hid it in his arms. Turning around, a look of frustration appeared on his face, dragging the sack, and walked out of the Treasure Pavilion, looking back every few steps. Then he merged into the flow of people and disappeared at the corner at the end of the street.

Han Fei withdrew his spiritual power that was scattered outside the pavilion, curled his lips and said, "What a poor acting..." He yawned lazily, leaned his body, leaned on the counter and dozed off.

……

Late at night, the starry sky is clear and cloudless, the bright moonlight is diffused, and the stars shine brightly across the sky.

To the west of the town, residential houses stretch out in a row, with lights from thousands of homes shining brightly among the stars, spreading out like dragon scales, dazzling and brilliant.

Deep inside, there stands a quiet courtyard with a stone pavilion in the middle.

Wang Yi lay on his back in the rocking chair, looking up at the deep night sky, listening to the peaceful and steady breathing of his little sister in the house in the distance, and his mind gradually became clear.

"It's time to set off..." He murmured to himself, slowly closed his eyes, and sank his mind into the empty space.

[Do you want to consume one thousand origin points and project the heavens? ]

"Yes."

[Do you want to consume 5,000 origin points to slow down the time in the main world? ]

"Yes……"

hum-

The Tree of Nothingness swayed slightly, the water droplets on the green leaves evaporated almost to nothing, and the invisible waves flowed along the trunk and sank into the gray mist below.

Under the gray fog were densely packed root systems that looked like an endless web, with roots crisscrossing and overlapping endlessly, forming vast and boundless seas of dead silence, with endless gray and dark waves rolling, and countless damaged worlds being born and destroyed in the waves.

Whoosh!
The gray air of nothingness, wrapped in a phantom, was like a meteor, piercing through layers of the sea, passing through one dead world after another, and finally sinking into the Tianlong world at the bottom.

(End of this chapter)