Shen Luo frowned deeply, and after pondering for a long time, he slowly spoke: "Everyone in the world says that the demonic troubles have been eliminated and the three realms have returned to their hearts. But from the Three Realms Martial Arts Conference, to the Wuzhuang Temple incident, to what I saw in the Shenmu Forest, I feel more and more that the prosperity and peace in front of us is like a mirage, and it can't stand the test at all. Hidden beneath the calm lake is a more dangerous undercurrent."
After hearing this, Fu Donglai frowned and remained silent for a long time.
If it were before, he might have thought that Shen Luo was exaggerating, but after returning to Lion Camel Ridge, he found that the banned practice of hunting, killing and cooking mortals still existed.
Hatred and discrimination between humans and immortals against demons are still common.
The long-standing ethnic differences and prejudices are still deeply engraved in everyone's heart. This is a mountain that is extremely difficult to climb, and the barriers and disputes have never disappeared.
"Are you really not leaving?" Fu Donglai raised his head, stared at Shen Luo, and asked seriously.
"Stop talking nonsense. Tell me what you have found out?" Shen Luo asked, leaning back on a stone chair.
Fu Donglai also relaxed and said:
"The Yin-Yang Qi Bottle needs to store Yin-Yang Qi to continuously increase its power, so it is usually placed in the Xuanyang Grottoes, which is heavily guarded. And because the Yin-Yang Qi is stored in the treasure bottle, it is very heavy and ordinary people cannot move it at all. At least a cultivator in the late Mahayana stage or above can steal it. I want to go to the Xuanyang Grottoes first and personally investigate what happened to the treasure bottle last time it was lost."
"That's good. Only if you clear your name first can they help you remove this Soul-Dispersing Nail. This thing is like a sword hanging over your head, threatening your life at all times." Shen Luo said after pondering for a moment.
Fu Donglai couldn't help feeling emotional when he saw that Shen Luo was always worried about his life.
He and Shen Luo had actually not known each other for very long, but the two of them had similar interests and had developed a very deep friendship.
"There is no time to lose, let's set off as soon as possible." Shen Luo took the initiative to speak.
"Let me stabilize your injuries first." Fu Donglai said with a wry smile.
After his storage ring was taken away, he was left with nothing but a magical weapon, but not even a healing pill.
Shen Luo saw his predicament, took out a storage ring from his arms and handed it to him.
"There are some pills in there that can repair your injuries, but they are useless for the damage caused by the Soul-Dispersing Nail." Shen Luo said.
"Thank you very much." Fu Donglai took it without any pretense of refusing.
Shen Luo didn't say anything else. He watched Fu Donglai take the pill and start meditating to heal his injuries, and he silently protected him by the side.
The next morning.
Fu Donglai's injuries were basically recovered, so he took Shen Luo out of the underground cave and headed towards the Lion King Cave where the Xuanyang Cave was located.
Shen Luo was the one driving the flying boat on the road, while Fu Donglai tried not to use his magic power and just helped to point the way.
Near noon, the two finally arrived near the Lion King Cave. Instead of going there directly, they chose a hidden place to land, and then walked to the Xuanyang Cave.
But when the two of them were very careful, blocking out the fluctuations of their magic power and sneaking towards the Xuanyang Cave, they encountered some surprises.