"Now... what should we do?" Nangong Mian looked at the shadow, feeling somewhat troubled, "Should we continue to enter the sea of blood..."
She had seen the phantom chasing people everywhere. Although the other party seemed to have no interest in her, she still had a deep impression of it.
What's more, those who are chased away have become zombies controlled by the immortal will...
I am even more scared.
Nangong Mian knew very well that he had to be reckless when necessary, but in a situation like this, he had to be timid when necessary.
"Of course," Luo Xue nodded. She had been observing the phantom carefully. "Don't worry, the phantom should be trapped by some kind of existence now and can't threaten us."
What Luo Xue thought of was that when she was in a trance, she was in some other space.
In that space, there is also the biological sister who was forgotten by Nangong Mian - even if he is not 100% sure about this, it is at least 90% certain.
Is there a possibility that the phantom here is related to the Holy Soul and Withered Shadow mentioned by the other party
Or simply
All of this can only be understood through a sea of blood.
"I remember you said that there are actually quite a few islands in the sea of blood, all of which contain the energy of heavenly elixir, is that right?" Luo Xue pondered for a moment and asked.
“Well,” Nangong Mian nodded, “In fact, the Blood Sea Secret Realm... is more like a remnant of the ancient times. The island not only has the ancestral land of the Nangong family, but also the remains of other ancient clans or ancient sects.
"When I witnessed the eruption of the Blood Sea Secret Realm in the outside world, I felt the presence of sword intent. It should have come from the ancient sword cultivation sect - Juexiao Sect."
"... ..."
Hearing this familiar term again, Luo Xue did not react at all, she just lowered her eyes.
"Of course, these should not be true," Nangong Mian said, "Not to mention that the Nangong family's ancestral land is still in the southern wilderness, and many ancient clans' ancestral lands have not been lost."
"So... it's like some kind of projection?" Luo Xue frowned slightly.
"Maybe, I'm not sure about that." Nangong Mian spread his hands and said, "If I hadn't made up a lot of time before entering the Blood Sea Secret Realm, I wouldn't even know this."
Born only for the secret realm—Nangong Mian.
Apart from secret realms and natural treasures, Nangong Mian has no interest in anything else. He only studies hard when it comes to secret realms.
"So... this place might be related to the Nangong clan's ancestral land?"
Luo Xue's expression was slightly gloomy. Perhaps... the place she saw in a trance was the ancestral land of the Nangong clan.
"I don't know." Nangong Mian blinked innocently, "How about you use your clever little head to think about it."
After confirming that Luo Xue was not the ancestor, Nangong Mian spoke in a much more relaxed manner and even dared to make a few jokes.
Luo Xue ignored Nangong Mian. She walked to the side of the sea of blood, squatted down, and lightly touched the overflowing blood water.
"Immortal Will..."
She could clearly feel that these sea waters were condensed by the immortal will.
However, compared to the Withered Sea, it is still too weak.
With Luo Xue's adaptability to withering, even if there was direct contact with this level of immortal will, there would be no problem.
Even... the strength is not as good as the one in Nangong Mian's body.
Luo Xue raised her head and looked at Nangong Mian. Nangong Mian looked at her and stood aside obediently.
"If it weren't for this phantom, the Immortal Will wouldn't have been able to completely destroy all these cultivators in such a short time." Luo Xue took a deep breath and said, "Let's find a way to get closer to the phantom."
"Oh my god... Are you still planning to get closer to the phantom?" Nangong Mian looked shocked. "Just because it looks like you, you can't treat it as a relative, right?"
"Are they similar?"
Luo Xue glanced at Nangong Mian.
Nangong Mian was speechless after hearing this. Her eyes wandered between the phantom and Luo Xue, and finally she touched her chin.
"Actually, it's mainly because you don't have as good a figure as hers..."
"... Don't dwell on this." Luo Xue showed a helpless expression, "Anyway, if you don't want to be trapped in the Blood Sea Secret Realm forever, just do as I say. I can't fly, so I can't get there."
"I can do it, but I'm not very skilled." Nangong Mian shrank his head as he looked at the endless sea of blood, "I don't want to fall into it by accident..."
If she falls in, she will be like those immortal zombies when she comes out, only able to make a sound like baba.
"It's simple. Just find a boat to cross it." Luo Xue said, "Just like an aircraft carrier, we can set up a remote foothold for you on the blood sea."
"Aircraft carrier? Never mind, I know what you mean, but we don't have any ships."
"There are a lot of dead trees around here, can't you build one yourself?" Luo Xue said, and then sighed, "I haven't built a boat for a long time. The last time was in... Hey, if only I had brought the Immortal Coffin out just now, I wouldn't even have to build one."
"You, you, you...are you planning to bring the coffin out and use it as a boat?" Nangong Mian said in shock, "Sister, isn't this a bit too advanced of an idea?"
"It's not like I haven't used it before..." Luo Xue coughed lightly a few times, "Don't worry about it. I'm here anyway. It's okay."
“This is a huge problem...”
Nangong Mian muttered.
But now she can only listen to Luo Xue. If they continue like this, they will be trapped and killed in the secret realm of the sea of blood.
The two foundation-building monks built the small raft by themselves, and the progress was naturally quite fast. It took shape in a short while.
Luo Xue touched the small raft with nostalgia. She couldn’t use it back then, but now it’s no problem.
Most of the Immortal Will is directed at living beings, but it does not erode objects much, especially these woods that had already died before the Immortal Will spread.
Luo Xue and Nangong Mian boarded a small raft and, using their spiritual power to propel it, headed in the direction of the phantom.
The closer Luo Xue got to the phantom, the more she felt a heavy burden pressing on her heart, as if she was infected by some emotion.
Nangong Mian didn't seem to feel any of this. She was shivering with her knees hugged in the middle of the raft. In fact, she wasn't that miserable. She was just a coward.
"Come on, kids..."
"It's... there's no hope..."
“... ..”
Fragmented sounds rang in my ears, filled with despair.
Luo Xue said nothing, as the heavy emotions almost overwhelmed her.
She had to concentrate and keep her mind focused so as not to be affected.
Finally, after arriving at the location of the phantom, Nangong Mian calmed himself down, walked over and picked up Luo Xue.
Since he didn't know how to hold her and had no previous experience, Nangong Mian could only pinch Luo Xue's small waist with both hands and lift her up as if he was holding her high.
“... ..”
If she hadn't been still immersed in fighting against sadness, Luo Xue would have almost collapsed.
This is like holding a baby...
But soon, as the need came, Luo Xue could no longer suppress her sadness.
She seemed to be experiencing the same thing as the phantom, and endless sadness surged into her heart, almost crushing her.
At this time, Nangong Mian had realized that something was wrong, and she wanted to take Luo Xue away immediately.
But Luo Xue still stretched out her hand with difficulty.
"... Never mind, I'll sacrifice my life for you!"
Nangong Mian gritted his teeth and continued to approach the shadow.
At this moment, the trapped shadow suddenly and slowly opened his eyes.
These are a pair of beautiful eyes. Even though the face of the phantom has long been blurred, these beautiful eyes still have a power that can make people fall in love with them.
It - or rather she, was watching Luo Xue approaching.
"You are back, my child..."
The shadow said softly, his voice was disembodied.
She stretched out her phantom hand and lightly touched Luo Xue's fingertips.
"... You're finally home."
... ... .
"The Holy Spirit...is silent again."
Nangong Ling had a strange expression on his face, and Nangong Wan'er's expression was not much different.
They rushed over in a hurry, ready for a tough battle.
But when they arrived, the Holy Soul suddenly stopped struggling.
"...Are you kidding us?"
Chapter 189: Deception, Concealment, and Betrayal
In a deliberately isolated space, one can vaguely see an illusory and dim soul trapped inside.
The shadow was slightly bent at this time, as if hugging something, and it even looked a little...
gentle.
When seeing this scene, this description immediately emerged in Nangong Ling's mind.
However, using the word "gentle" to describe the shadow of withering makes people feel inexplicably creepy.
Shadow of Withering... The reason why it is named "Withering" is because it is a soul condensed by Withering, and its existence itself can cause Withering to spread.
Withering is a doomsday law that is worse than immortality, and it is a disaster that must never befall the world.
Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er have not dared to use all their strength to defeat the entire ancestral space because they are worried that the Shadow of Withering will use this to spread withering to the entire world.
In addition, there is never a shortage of withered believers in the world.
They believe in withering, thinking that this is the deserved end of the world, and they work hard for it, even when they are facing encirclement and suppression from all forces, from ancient times to the present.
In a sense, it can be regarded as a long-standing heritage...
If the followers of Withering were to obtain the Shadow of Withering, not to mention the danger that the entire universe would be facing, even the ancient clans including the Nangong clan would find it difficult to remain unscathed in this crisis.
"Although it is a good thing that the Holy Spirit has stabilized, why do I feel..."
Nangong Wan'er stared at the peaceful Holy Soul without blinking. This was a sealed space that she constructed using the laws, and the Holy Soul was sealed by her own hands.
But whether before or after the seal, Nangong Wan'er had never seen the Holy Soul make similar movements.
"It's a bad feeling, isn't it?"
Nangong Ling rubbed his temples, "But it's better than letting the Holy Spirit break free from the seal... Last time we didn't have a break for two hundred years, and we kept resisting the Holy Spirit all the time."
The active holy soul will continuously pollute the ancestral space with the will of withering. Now the immortal will of the ancestral space is still in a state of balance and will not affect strong people of the level of Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er.
But if the Holy Spirit continues to wreak havoc, all the immortal wills will be transformed into withered wills, and then spread to the entire space...
At that time, Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er would have no choice but to face the worst outcome and be forced to shatter the alien space in their ancestral land to at least save their lives.
Because of the spread of this extent, it will sooner or later expand to the real world, and it cannot be stopped by Nangong Ling and Nangong Wan'er at the cost of their lives. They are also powerless to fight against the withering that fills the entire ancestral land's alien space.
"I hope so."
Nangong Wan'er sighed.
only...
How long will this period of time with no results last
Tens of thousands of years
Hundreds of thousands of years
Or... an entire epoch
What’s even sadder is that their persistence means nothing to the outside world.
The long time they spent together was just a moment in the outside world.
Even if the Holy Soul could be trapped for an era, it is likely that only a few hundred years would have passed in the outside world.
"There is always a way."
Nangong Ling said softly.