After the birth of the pool was completed, the old man in feathered clothes had exhausted the last bit of his magic power. He paced with difficulty, walked step by step to the center of the pool, and sat down cross-legged.
Shen Luo was shocked at this moment.
He naturally understood that the spirit pool he had seen in the cave before was most likely the one in front of him, and the corpse protected by the golden light should be the old man in feathered clothes.
Shen Luo came to the edge of the pool with mixed feelings, and saw the old man in feathered clothes staring sadly at the void in front of him, with a look of sadness and anger on his face.
At this moment, the old man suddenly shook his wrist, and a flying knife flew straight into the sky. After hitting the top of the cave, the tip of the knife turned straight down and fell straight down towards his head.
It seemed that he was going to commit suicide before he was mortally wounded!
Shen Luo's heart tightened and he subconsciously lunged forward, trying to catch the flying knife. However, the moment he was in the air, his body became light and his mind became blurry, and then he lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he found himself back in his room in Qingshiping of Chunqiu Temple.
Bright sunshine shone in from the window, and the sound of birds singing rose and fell in the distance. It was early morning.
Shen Luo wanted to sit up, but found that he was so weak that he couldn't get up for a while. He lay down again. Various scenes from his previous dream kept appearing in his mind, and he was a little dazed for a while.
He searched all over his body and soon discovered that the flame gun and ice gun magic weapons he had obtained in the dream were not on him, including the elixirs that he had not had time to figure out what they were, and the inner elixir of the fox demon.
"It seems that things in dreams cannot be brought back to reality." Shen Luo murmured.
After saying that, he subconsciously started practicing an unnamed technique, trying to mobilize the magic power in his dantian. However, as soon as he started practicing, he felt a blockage in his meridians and a heaviness in his chest, and he almost choked out a mouthful of blood.
When he tried to practice the triple nameless technique, the magic power available in his dantian was pitifully small.
Moreover, when that bit of magic power was mobilized and rose along the Ren Meridian to reach the Zigong acupoint, it was unexpectedly blocked there and could not move forward at all.
This situation was exactly the same as when he had just started practicing the second level of the nameless technique.
Shen Luo struggled to sit up and tried again to use the nameless technique to transfer the magic power in his dantian.
The result was still the same, his magic power was really only at the first level of perfection.
"It seems that I am just dreaming. How can I bring the realm achieved in the dream back to reality?" Shen Luo slapped his forehead and smiled bitterly.
Having said that, the experience of breaking through the second and even third levels of the technique in his dream is still fresh in his memory, especially the various experiences and insights in the practice, which are particularly vivid.
Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly pulled off his shirt in front of his chest and looked there carefully.
However, the skin on his chest was as smooth as before, without any scars at all. Upon careful inspection, there was nothing unusual at all.
After a brief thought, Shen Luo realized that the finger bone, the magic weapon, the elixir, and even the level of cultivation were all things in his dream and would never return to reality with him.