Chu Qing escaped from the fox sisters who were looking for the cauldron, and then came to an extremely mysterious place in the illusion, which was like the sea.
The Wushuang Sword Spirit talked about Sihai, where his last master had fought with others, "When crossing Sihai, you can't have a single distracting thought in your heart, otherwise you will be instantly submerged by the sea water, and you cannot use magic weapons, otherwise there will be something in the sea." There will be mythical beasts like Xuanwu, which are very powerful and difficult to deal with.”
The azure sea water was almost connected to the sky. Chu Qing's eyes searched for the edge of the sea water, but in vain.
He and Wushuang Sword Spirit were standing on the golden beach. The clothes on their bodies were soaked with sweat. It was very uncomfortable to stick to their bodies. The temperature and humidity here were different from what they had encountered before. Chu Qing used the water purification method. Finally got rid of the trouble of wet clothes.
"Wouldn't it be better if we could draw out the divine beast, so that I wouldn't have to worry about chasing that Xuanwu anymore."
He was beaming when he spoke, and seemed to be very proud of his little cleverness. Wushuang Sword Spirit was speechless for a while. If things were really that simple, why did he stop Chu Qing
"Things are not as simple as you think. First of all, you seem to have forgotten that this is the Xumi Illusion. Secondly, most of the mythical beasts are not good and are hostile to humans. Taotie can recognize you as its master for the sake of reciting the Dragon Art, and other mythical beasts can use it to see you. If you recite the Dragon Art, you will die faster."
With Wushuang Sword Spirit pouring cold water on him, Chu Qing's mind slowly calmed down. What he said was rough and unreasonable, and it was indeed Chu Qing's whims.
He sat down and learned with the Wushuang Sword Spirit what divine beasts did not like to recite the Dragon Art, and then silently recited the taboos of Xihai in his heart, and then he dared to step into Xihai.
The Wushuang Sword Spirit was a divine weapon, and his heart was carefree and empty, so Xihai didn't react at all.
But Chu Qing was different. Within three seconds of standing on the sea, he was hit directly back to the beach by a small wave. The look of him sprawled out was a bit funny.
Facing the disdainful eyes of Wushuang Sword Spirit, Chu Qing coughed awkwardly, then patted his butt and stood up as if nothing had happened.
There are indeed some messy thoughts in his heart. Now, there are more things to deal with, and the enemies have also changed qualitatively due to quantitative changes. Strength has become the most concerned thing in his heart. When he thinks of the last time he was able to escape under the cover of Wen Minwu, and was The League of Gentlemen beat him half to death, and Chu Qing couldn't help but feel a ferocious aura rising in his heart, which almost solidified.
Seeing that the pressure in his heart was so great, Wushuang Sword Spirit showed a very embarrassed look. He didn't know how to relieve Chu Qing, because the sword spirit had no emotions and six desires, it was just a magic weapon in the master's hand.
The appearance of Xihai seems to remind Chu Qing to face his own heart. Beyond this state of mind, Chu Qing can break through the realm that has been troubled for a long time. However, if he cannot solve the inner demons, his cultivation will even regress.
Perhaps this is Xihai's real test, that is the monk's own heart.
Chu Qing sat cross-legged under the puzzled gaze of Wushuang Sword Spirit and began to practice quietly. The sea is as calm as dead water, and the Wushuang Sword Spirit cannot go anywhere and can only practice with Chu Qing.
One day, two days... one month, two months... one year, Chu Qing still hasn't opened her eyes.
If it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest and his undisturbed breathing, Wushuang Sword Spirit would have thought that Chu Qing must have gone crazy.
Xihai held them back for a year, but Chu Qing didn't look a little irritated. He practiced calmly and finally opened his eyes under the long-awaited gaze of the Wushuang Sword Spirit.
Those eyes contained the clarity of the dragon's eyes and the evil aura of the third eye, but they disappeared in just a short moment.