Yan Bugui left, but Shen Lian still stayed at the top of Zifu Peak.
He sat there cross-legged, with the purple air billowing in the sea of clouds, looking so lonely.
Gu Caiwei came once and then left again, because Shen Lian looked very good. Of course, it was already a month ago since the last time Gu Caiwei saw Shen Lian. If she saw Shen Lian now, she would definitely think that Shen Lian was... Not too good.
Shen Lian's whole body was smooth and bright, just like a real wax figure made by craftsmen in the world. Although it was still the same as before, his body was crystal clear and not stained by dust.
The temperament on his body became more and more ethereal, truly like an immortal above the nine heavens, transcendent in this world.
But if anyone saw Shen Lian's eyes, they would probably be shocked. These eyes were lifeless and empty.
These are neither human eyes nor fairy eyes.
Shen Lian looked like a body that had lost its soul.
His soul was indeed not in his body, and his mind went to a place he didn't expect - Taiwei Pavilion.
Because of the special nature of Taiwei Pavilion, the devil's energy is hidden in it, and no one can find it. It even almost merges with Taiwei Pavilion, turning the devil's energy into Tao energy.
Shen Lian's body is still at the top of Zifu Peak, breathing together with the stubborn stone he is sitting on, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. There are many orchids growing around him. Occasionally, a drop of nectar falls on the stubborn stone, causing his body to be infected by the good fortune of Shen Lian. , the spirituality born is somewhat stronger.
This kind of growth is very small, but over time, this spirituality can eventually grow to the point where it can turn a stubborn stone into a spirit.
Shen Lian didn't care about this, his mind was in a strange place.
In the vast world, there are actually countless spaces that the physical body cannot enter. Even spiritual consciousness cannot discover this kind of space, but it does exist.
Just like when dreaming, sometimes I dream of going to a strange place, and everything that happens is very real, but after waking up, it is difficult to find any trace of that place in reality.
Maybe that place also exists in reality, but it is never possible to enter it in reality.
Shen Lian's will traced the demonic energy to Taiwei Pavilion, but suddenly he arrived at a strange place. In front of him is a city with three words on the gate - 'City of Wasted Death'.
The city of wasted death, literally, is the place where people who have wasted their lives live. The meaning of unjust death is that someone who dies unjustly due to suicide, disaster, war, accident, murder, victimization, etc. is called a wasted death.
Shen Lian also knew that places like the City of Wasted Death were by no means unique to Jiuyou Huangquan. There once was a Buddhist great master who took pity on the living beings who died in vain and opened up an independent space as a place for the resentful souls of these living beings. It's called the City of Wasted Death.
The City of Wasted Death does not need to be able to accommodate living creatures. Some immortal immortals can also create a space with this effect if they have special skills. Naturally, no living person can enter this place, only the dead can enter.
Shen Lian is a living person, but now he is a ball of divine will, tracing the source of the evil spirit.
It can even be said that this City of Death is still in Taiwei Pavilion, but the specialness of this space makes it difficult to find.
There is no spiritual power here, it is empty and empty.
Shen Lian stepped into the City of Wasted Death. His speed was so fast that he entered it in a flash.
But he didn't wonder why his thoughts were so fast, because he was just like a thought now.
There are many shops, stalls, and hawkers in the city. A river runs through the city. This river is somewhat similar to the Youhe River. The difference is that there are residential buildings on both sides of the river.
There are also cattle, mules, donkeys and other livestock, carts, sedan chairs, large and small boats, houses, bridges, towers, etc., not to mention details.
Everything here is no different from a prosperous mortal city.
Shen Lian wandered around leisurely, more like a young master wandering around.
He felt that he should get a folding fan, and at this time, a stall selling folding fans did appear in front of him.
He seemed to have forgotten the peculiarities of this city, and that this was the City of Death in vain.
Shen Lian arrived at the stall and began to pick up the folding fans on it. He took a folding fan at random and asked the vendor: "How much does this fan cost?"
The hawker said: "Ten cents."
Shen Lian picked up another folding fan and said, "How much does this folding fan cost?"
The hawker said: "Ten cents."
The workmanship and surface of the second folding fan were obviously much finer, but the vendor still only replied with ten cents.
And he would only answer if Shen Lian asked him how much the fan cost, and the answer would never change.
He has tried many hawkers and even pedestrians, but most of them can only say one or two of the same words, and some even cannot speak at all. They all have the same characteristic, which is dead silence, real dead silence.
Just like grass, trees, bamboo and rocks, they have no emotions, no self-awareness, and even no breath of life.
Everyone in this city of futile death looks the same.
Shen Lian did not find the aura of demons in them, but he only knew that they were not even ghosts, because ghosts also have a certain consciousness, and some ghosts even have independent consciousness that is no different from that of living people.
They have all lost the most important thing in life, which is their natural aura.
All living things have the aura of nature, which is also the proof of self-existence.
Shen Lian visited every corner of the City of Fusi, and the result was that all the people and animals in the city had lost their natural aura.
There was one place he didn't go to because this place appeared suddenly.
This is a Taoist temple. When Shen Lian walked in, he found that everything here was very familiar, because all the furnishings inside were exactly the same as the Taixu lineage's Ancestral Hall on Zifu Peak. He saw the content again: The portrait of Xianyun Tanying's ancestor.
Next to the portrait of the ancestor, there is a painting on which is a woman, or a female crown.
The grace is peerless, like the blue clouds rising slowly.
He had seen the face of this female crown, and it was no different from the disciple of Fairy Zi Ling, the master Shen Lian had never met before - Biyun Zhenren.
He still remembered the nostalgia he felt when Gu Caiwei took out the portrait of Biyun.
I have also heard that Fairy Zi Ling attaches great importance to Master Biyun.
Even this point does not need to be explained, because for the sake of Master Biyun, Fairy Zi Ling has been chasing Yanxu for more than ten years, making him dare not relax for a moment.
That was definitely the most embarrassing day in Yanxu's life.
Perhaps if Master Biyun had not died and had become Master Changsheng, Qingxuan would never have declined.
When Shen Lian was immersed in these memories, a sword energy appeared silently.
He was very familiar with this sword energy, it was the invisible sword technique practiced by Chen Jianmei. Those who use sword energy have extremely good swordsmanship. It is hard to imagine that other than Chen Jianmei, there is anyone who has such great achievements in the invisible sword art.
It's just that this man's attainments are still far behind Chen Jianmei's by an insurmountable distance.
When the sword energy was about to form, Shen Lian opened his mouth slightly, and a strong suction force forcefully swallowed the invisible sword energy in. He also saw a middle-aged Taoist priest stabbing down from the top of the sky with a sword.