When Nangong Ling and Nangong Jiao were forced to step into the alien space of their ancestral land, these unfortunate tribesmen had already become a pile of bones.
These corpses should be from the Nangong disciples who disappeared in the Secret Realm of the Sea of Blood. They could not survive the long time, and everything was destroyed with the passage of time.
Fortunately, they did not greet this disaster awake, but instead consumed their lives in a sleep from which they could not wake up.
Perhaps, this is the only luck in this crisis.
"But... who was the white-haired woman who appeared next to Nangong Mian the last time?" Nangong Ling fell into deep thought.
She had never remembered that there was such a disciple in the Nangong clan, so why did she break into Nangong Mian's shadow.
Nangong Ling was very sure that without the blood of the Nangong clan, it would be impossible for him to appear in the ancestral land.
Could it be... the legendary Snow Princess
Nangong Ling had never seen Princess Snow, so he didn't know what she looked like. He only knew that she had white hair.
She told Nangong Wan'er about this, but the problem was that Nangong Wan'er couldn't figure it out either.
The world is so vast, it is not surprising to see several girls with the same white hair.
It’s a pity that Nangong Wan’er couldn’t see the phantom, otherwise she would have recognized it.
Just as Nangong Ling was sitting cross-legged on the ground, planning to spend the long waiting time in meditation, Nangong Wan'er suddenly cried out,
"Ling'er, wait! The Holy Spirit... seems to be active again?"
"What!"
Nangong Ling could no longer sit still. The last time the Holy Soul was active was two hundred years ago. The activity of the Holy Soul filled the entire ancestral land with an immortal will.
It also took them a long time to control the Holy Soul and seal it into a different dimension.
According to previous rules, the Holy Soul would remain dormant for at least five hundred years before becoming active again.
But now...
"Let's deal with the Holy Spirit first."
Nangong Ling made a prompt decision, stood up and rushed to the place where the Holy Soul broke free from the seal with Nangong Wan'er.
As she was leaving, she couldn't help but look back at the location of the phantom, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a petite figure.
A small, silvery figure.
It was the white-haired girl who appeared next to Nangong Mian.
But even such a pure and flawless girl was surrounded by endless darkness.
She stared ahead silently, towards the direction of the sea of blood, as solid as a physical entity.
"A phantom? No... It's only been a short time, less than a year, how come the phantom appears again?"
When Nangong Wan'er saw Nangong Ling suddenly stop, she looked in the direction of Nangong Ling's gaze, but saw nothing.
"Ling'er, what's wrong?" Nangong Wan'er frowned slightly, "If we delay any longer, the Holy Soul will really break free from the seal."
"I know."
Nangong Ling said in a low voice.
The shadow slowly dissipated, and the pure white girl in the dark seemed to be strolling, or looking for something.
"Could she... be related to the Holy Soul?" This thought flashed through Nangong Ling's mind, and he blurted out, "Holy Soul, Shadow of Withering..."
The Withered Shadow is the name of the Holy Soul, which has been passed down from ancient times.
The pure white girl seemed to have heard these words. Before she completely disappeared, she turned her head slightly, as if looking in the direction of Nangong Ling.
"What's wrong?" Nangong Wan'er turned around, "Did you see the shadow again?"
"Um... "
Nangong Ling nodded.
Only when the phantom appears can they synchronize with the outside world. This rule should happen once a year, but now...
But the activity of the Holy Soul is about to break free from its restraints. Once it enters the sea of blood, it will be extremely difficult to seal it again.
The sea of blood filled with immortal will is the most insurmountable obstacle for Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er in their external exploration.
"Even so, the most urgent matter is the issue of the Holy Soul." Nangong Ling naturally knew the importance of the matter. She took a deep breath and said, "I really didn't expect that the Holy Soul that the Nangong family has worshipped for generations would be such a terrifying existence..."
The everlasting flames that seemed to be burning endlessly around her seemed to reflect her face, and the ends of her hair were stained with a little gray.
... ...
"Um?"
Luo Xue raised her head in a trance and heard a familiar yet unfamiliar female voice calling her.
No, not calling...
"Holy Soul, Shadow of Withering..."
Luo Xue murmured softly.
"Holy Soul? Withered Shadow?" Nangong Mian, who had sharp ears, immediately heard these two words, "Why did you suddenly bring this up?"
"I... I don't know."
Luo Xue shook her head and could feel that her memory was fading, but in a trance, she seemed to remember something again.
However, thanks to Nangong Mian's repetition, Luo Xue did not completely forget these two important nouns.
"Amian, you really don't have a sister?" Luo Xue asked seriously.
"I think so. It is said that my father had many affairs when he was young... But I don't know if he is still alive or not. I was born more than ten years ago, and my father and mother have been married for tens of thousands of years."
Nangong Mian scratched his head, "Anyway, you know the situation in our family. It's quite normal for an ancestor who is hundreds of thousands of years old to have a teenager..."
"I'm not talking about the issue of illegitimate children. I think these weird things are probably related to the Blood Sea Secret Realm."
Luo Xue took a deep breath. Although she didn't know why she still remembered that Nangong's foundation-building disciples had an accident in the Blood Sea Secret Realm, from this point and the parts of her memory that she forgot from time to time, she could conclude that their cognition had been partially modified because of the secret realm.
"I was wondering why you always wanted to find me a sister," Nangong Mian said with a strange expression, "How about we become sworn sisters, and you become my sworn sister, then I'll have a sister."
"Go, go, let's talk business."
Luo Xue said unhappily that Nangong Mian always made her defenseless with her unconventional thinking, and she always felt that this girl had grown muscles in her brain.
As expected, all physical cultivators are the same, they are single-minded from head to toe.
"How much do you know about the Holy Spirit?"
Luo Xue calmed herself down and asked.
"I don't know much about the Holy Spirit. I just remember that I have to worship it when I return to my ancestral land to pay homage to my ancestors..."
Nangong Mian racked his brains to dig out the little information he had.
"The elders thought I was too much of a troublemaker, so they didn't bring me along for the ancestor worship. I just heard a few words while eavesdropping. Anyway, most of them were about worshipping this and that, and one of the objects of worship was the Holy Spirit."
"Although it sounds a bit like feudal superstition, it should be real and effective in this world..."
Listening to this, Luo Xue had a serious sense of déjà vu.
She sighed and said, "Where is the Withering Shadow?"
"I don't know." Nangong Mian said honestly.
"Could the Withered Shadow be the Holy Soul?" Luo Xue pondered for a moment and asked again.
"I don't know. How would I know?" Nangong Mian answered honestly.
"... He knows nothing about anything."
"Oh, what you said, if you ask about topics related to the secret realm, I know a lot."
"So do you have any idea about the problem in this secret realm now?" Luo Xue glanced at Nangong Mian.
"This... is beyond my ability." Nangong Mian's proud look immediately wilted.
"What's the use of you then?"
Luo Xue twitched her lips.
It was mainly the "withering" of the Shadow of Withering that concerned her.
After this term appeared, even Luo Xue was not sure whether all this had anything to do with her, and she felt a little guilty.
“Wait, you’re not trying to say that the scary phantom is the Holy Soul?” Nangong Mian finally thought of this and slapped his head.
"We don't rule out this possibility." Luo Xue said softly, "There's a sea of blood ahead. Tsk, even the mist has been dyed blood-red."
"yes"
Nangong Mian sighed, looking around casually, and seemed to catch something special out of the corner of his eye.
She looked over subconsciously, and immediately her eyes widened, muttering,
"Jiao, I'm sure you're not a phantom..."
"Um?"
Luo Xue turned her head.
"Look over there."
Nangong Mian raised his head and pointed in a direction.
Luo Xue looked over, her pupils shrank slightly.
"This is... "
"...Yes, this is what I call a phantom."
Chapter 188 Are You Playing With Us
In the seemingly endless and impenetrable fog, a dim white shadow floated above the sea of blood.
It seemed as if it was trapped and unable to break free.
The fog should have blocked all vision within ten meters, but this phantom ignored this isolation and was directly reflected in the eyes of Luo Xue and Nangong Mian.
Luo Xue looked at it carefully for a while, her expression solemn.
Because her spiritual consciousness was blocked, she could not feel what the phantom was.
But she was sure...
The phantom doesn't look like me.
How do you admit your mistake
Luo Xue couldn't help but look at Nangong Mian beside her.
Just because everything is white, you can't mistake yourself for this shadow.
The white color of the phantom is because it has now become some kind of soul-like existence, and its dim outline appears grayish-white.
More importantly, the phantom looks like an adult woman.
Even though her true appearance could not be seen due to the dimness of her soul, her slender figure showed that she was completely different from Luo Xue...
"Looking at it this way, it doesn't seem like it." Nangong Mian said awkwardly, "Are you really just a contemporary disciple of the Nangong family?"
"...I guess so."
Luo Xue said vaguely.
"But I've never seen you before," Nangong Mian asked doubtfully, "Your token is for a direct descendant of the same level as me. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be many direct descendants in this era..."
"secret."
Luo Xue stopped Nangong Mian from questioning with one sentence.
Upon hearing this, Nangong Mian just opened his mouth but did not continue asking.
Everyone has secrets, and she is no exception. It is indeed not appropriate to dig into them like this.
Perhaps they are the descendants of an ancestor who left tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years ago
Anyway, as long as Nangong Ling is real, her identity will not be a problem.
If one wants to authenticate the Nangong Token, even if it is an ownerless Nangong Token and does not have the bloodline of the Nangong clan, one will only suffer backlash and the token will be directly shattered.