The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 288 The Power of Thought (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The old weasel said, "Immortal, if I don't leave the grassland, even if you spare me, I won't survive."

Zhao Ti glanced at it: "Why can't it survive?"

The old weasel was stunned for a moment, then said, "Immortal, you are joking with me. Immortal, you are all-powerful and naturally know that there are immortals in my clan. I have told you everything. How could the immortals let me go? I am afraid that I will suffer several times more than if I were killed by the immortal."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ti pondered for a moment and said, "Aren't you a celestial being?"

The old weasel hurriedly shook its head: "What kind of immortal am I? I don't have the ability to possess a human body. At most, I'm just a spirit, not an immortal."

Zhao Ti said, "Becoming a spirit...it takes time to become a spirit, don't you? Haven't you mastered the ability to possess someone?"

The old weasel said, "Immortal, you flatter me too much. Although I have lived for many years, if it weren't for the great changes in the world, I would probably have been unable to speak human language until my death, let alone possess a body."

Zhao Ti pondered, "You... you only recently learned to speak?"

The old weasel nodded vigorously: "The little one only started talking last year, and those children who can speak human language all learned to speak last year."

Zhao Ti said, "But I think your skills are passable, you can be considered experts."

The old weasel hurriedly said, "How can we compare to the immortals? We are only here because of the great changes in heaven and earth. Although we had some skills before, they were not as powerful as they are today. In the eyes of the immortals, we are nothing."

“The world has changed dramatically…” Zhao Ti muttered to himself. He had heard this phrase several times in the past two years.

Whether from the Liao and Western Xia people, the people of Kunlun Mountain or the sorcerer monks, or from Changchun Valley, or even from Zhao Xu's side, all have mentioned the great changes in the world.

Since ancient times, when the seven luminaries are in the same palace, the world undergoes great changes, chaos ensues, wars break out repeatedly, and injustice prevails.

But Zhao Xu said that it might not be these things. There are several possibilities for the great changes in the world, and some strange things may even happen.

The old monk in Luosuo City said that the chaos was about to begin, and the word "chaos" indicated that it would be different from ordinary chaos.

Meanwhile, the ancient palaces on Kunlun Mountain, along with the demonic monks of unknown origin, and especially the people in Changchun Valley, all had little connection with the secular world, yet they were all extremely concerned about the great changes in the world.

At this moment, the weasel spoke in human language, saying that thanks to the great changes in the world, such strange things have already happened. Does this prove that the so-called great changes in the world may not be the change of dynasties and the chaos in the world, but another scenario?
Is it... the revival of spiritual energy, allowing all living beings to cultivate, or is it the opening of some ancient forbidden land, with demons running rampant and wreaking havoc on the human world?

Zhao Ti found it all rather unbelievable, but the existence of Changchun Valley's Changchun Spring and the Everlasting Longevity Technique proved that this world was not so simple.

But the world has changed drastically, and even the weasels on the grassland have become sentient. Why are these martial artists not reacting?

Or is there something special about the Great Grassland that sets it apart from other places, causing a major upheaval in the world earlier than other places?

At this moment, Zhao Ti's mind was racing. Seeing that he was silent, the old weasel on his hand thought he was being displeased and said urgently, "Immortal, there is an ancient tomb behind this. We don't know how many years it has existed. Our small clan has lived in it for countless years and we don't know whose tomb it is."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ti asked, "Have you lived here for countless years?"

The old weasel said, "Reporting to the immortal, that is indeed the case. Because I have seen too many people coming and going, I know about the Central Plains and other places, and I know a lot about things outside, so I can bewitch and transform myself for people to see."

Zhao Ti thought for a moment and asked, "Who was that person who possessed you before?"

The old weasel said, "That is a deity in this area, in charge of the population of several clans. I have had the opportunity to see him a few times, but his disciples have mostly only heard his voice and have never seen his face."

Zhao Ti said, "Your disciples have repeatedly tried to get me to enter the tomb, and the Yellow Immortal who possessed me has also hinted at what's so special about this tomb?"

Upon hearing this, the old weasel immediately trembled slightly: "Immortal, I dare not conceal the truth. There is a poisonous river at the very bottom of this tomb, which produces poisonous water. It can be used to prevent snakes, hedgehogs and other creatures from burrowing in and attacking. It can also be used to poison people..." "Use this poison to harm people?" Zhao Ti said coldly: "It seems you have done quite a few heinous things in your daily lives."

"No, no..." the old weasel said in a panic, "Immortal, my clan usually focuses on cultivation and dares not harm ordinary humans. Otherwise, we would not have achieved success in cultivation. The great change in heaven and earth has sent down divine power to make us speak."

Zhao Ti said, "If that's the case, why did you harm us?"

The old weasel said, "This is not my fault. It is an order from the immortals who manage this area. They said that the immortals have offended the shamanistic messengers and blasphemed other immortals, so they cannot be allowed to leave the grassland."

Zhao Ti frowned. This must be because these things were resentful about what happened to Li Cangxuan yesterday, so they were conspiring to take revenge. He asked, "Who else is in the tomb?"

Upon hearing this, the old weasel hurriedly bowed and said, "Immortal, there are only some weak, young, sick, and disabled people in the grave. Please spare them."

Zhao Ti stared at it for a few moments and said, "Come with me. I have some questions for you along the way."

The old weasel agreed, and then the group mounted their horses and continued south.

Zhao Ti, still on horseback, asked, "What is this about spirit possession and spirit possession?"

The old weasel said, "Immortal, you want to ask this? I haven't cultivated to that level, so I really can't give a complete explanation."

Zhao Ti said calmly, "Just say what you know."

The old weasel said, "It is an immortal. These two things are actually the same thing."

"The same thing?" Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes. "Is it the soul leaving the body and directly entering the other person's body?"

The old weasel said, "That's not the case. How dare the soul leave the body? Not to mention that it might not be able to leave, even if one really cultivates to that level, one would not dare to leave the body easily. If the soul dies outside, the physical body will also be destroyed, and then one would really die."

"Not an astral projection?" Zhao Ti frowned. "Then what is it—possession controlling a person's body?"

The old weasel said, "That was a wisp of will and thought. The thought left the body and went to the summoner of the god. It attached itself to the body, controlled the actions, and could heal diseases or fight in place of the god."

"A wisp of thought?" Zhao Ti was taken aback. Although he also believed that the summoning of the god was not due to the other party's soul possessing him, the thought of the intention was still unexpected.

"It's about intentions and thoughts," the old weasel said. "Immortals cultivate a wisp of thought, and when they invite a deity to possess them, they are inviting that wisp of thought."

Zhao Ti said, "But if we're far apart, how can we know someone is inviting us?"

The old weasel said, "If you worship a deity for a long time, offer incense and prayers, and constantly think of them in your heart, the deity will naturally sense it. This is the power of will. So when you invite the deity, you should wholeheartedly recite your wish and use incantations. The deity will sense it and your thoughts will naturally descend. If you are close, it will be very fast, and even if you are far away, it will only take a few breaths."

Zhao Ti looked puzzled: "What if this thread of thought disappears or is destroyed?"

The old weasel said, "Naturally, a person won't die just because their soul disappears, but they will be injured and need to reforge that wisp of thought, otherwise they will never be able to possess a human body again."

Zhao Ti remained silent upon hearing this. By then, it was already dawn, and the vast grassland stretched as far as the eye could see, a sea of ​​green.

Zhou Dong searched for a path ahead, looking for traces of the herders' lives, since it would be easier to travel from that direction.

After a while, we finally found the right path. The wild grass was much shorter, and a small river was flowing gently, which made our progress much faster.

Zhao Ti, on horseback, looked at the old weasel and asked, "Can this kind of spirit possession technique still be used outside the grasslands?"

(End of this chapter)