Mu Lin held Xilan in his arms and flew her over with a tiptoe.
The waves hit the rocks, and the white spray rushed up to the sky. There was a distant singing voice coming from nowhere, with a mysterious and unique rhythm. Mu Lin was sure that this was not any music known in the world. There was a half-human-high vortex of dark green light hanging in the air. If you looked at it for a long time, it seemed that it could even absorb people's souls.
There are many islanders gathered on the coast. Their strength varies. It is obvious that they have known that the secret realm of Qingyou Divine Relics is about to open, so they are waiting here.
Mu Lin's arrival did not cause any commotion. Everyone greeted her, chatted with her for a few words, and then told her the whole story.
Xilan used gestures to translate the islanders' words for Mulin. The master and disciple had been together for many years and had an extraordinary tacit understanding.
"Doctor Shen has been here for so long, he is half of our Fanghu people, so I can't hide the things on the island from you..."
"Yes, this Qingyou God's Secret Realm opens once every hundred years. Anyone can enter regardless of strength. Some people can have their wishes come true, while others with evil intentions will die. Doctor Shen, come with us to take a look. Maybe you can get some good fortune. But you must remember to come out before the secret realm closes in seven days. If you are sealed in, you can't come out until it opens again a hundred years later!"
"Ergou, who lives next door to my house, found a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum when the Secret Realm of the Gods was opened last time! And Qingyu Jun found a top-grade fairy jade hairpin inside, which is a token of his love with Madam Shen!"
"Wow, this is such a blessing!"
"Who wouldn't say that? It's all a gift from our Fanghu Island!"
Mu Lin felt relieved after hearing this. It seemed that the attack power of this secret realm was very low and it was not dangerous for Xi Lan. She smiled and prepared to explore it.
"The secret realm of the gods is open, everyone get ready to go in!" With the powerful shout of the Golden Immortal Chi Haijun, everyone flew towards the secret realm of the gods.
Mu Lin was about to rush into the whirlpool with them, but suddenly thought of something, pulled the excited Xi Lan back, took out a black jade peace locket, strung it with a red thread and hung it around her neck, and told her word by word: "This is a magic weapon that Master has smelted for the second time, and it can withstand a full-strength attack from a real person. Xi Lan, if the secret realm divides the space and you are not with Master, you must protect yourself."
"Got it." Xi Lan came forward and kissed Mu Lin, holding Mu Lin's arm with her claws, "Master, let's go in quickly!"
The master and disciple flew towards the whirlpool. A strong light flashed before their eyes. When Mu Lin opened her eyes again, the warm pendant on her arm was gone. She was indeed separated from Xi Lan.
The cloudless blue sky gave people a sense of vastness, and the lush grass spread all the way to the end of the sight. Apart from that, there was nothing special. Mu Lin took two steps forward, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw a majestic palace in the distance.
This scene seems familiar...
Mu Lin frowned and quickened her pace to get closer. She was even more shocked by the close observation. She could see that this was not an illusion. This palace... was like a real abode of God.
Mu Lin stepped lightly onto the white jade steps. Nothing changed around her. She walked to the front door, but instead of rushing in, she looked up at the divine symbol on the plaque for a while. Mu Lin felt a sense of déjà vu and a splitting headache.
The divine talisman kept flashing in her mind, and Mu Lin felt her head hurt even more. She had read many books and had seen records about divine talismans, so she could tell them apart, but she didn't know what the divine talisman meant. Keeping it in mind, Mu Lin thought about asking her master after returning to Yingzhou.
The platinum-colored palace gate opened slowly and silently.
Singing gradually came out from the palace gate. It was impossible to tell whether the singer was a man or a woman, and the lyrics did not sound like any known language. However, it was like strands of thread, or like white and light feathers, gently lingering around Mu Lin's ears, attracting her mind and soothing her soul...
Mu Lin was deeply attracted by its rhythm. The song was so special and so charming that she was attracted to hum along with it, and the two echoed each other from inside and outside.
If someone was listening at this moment, they would definitely find that except for the different timbre, the tune Mu Lin was humming was exactly the same as the one inside the palace, and even the pronunciation was almost the same.
She seemed to be born with this language, just like a child is familiar with the breath of the mother's body, so it is born to be close to it. At the same time, the golden mark on Mu Lin's forehead emerged, shining with an incomparable brilliance, incomparably noble and awe-inspiring.
Of course Mu Lin didn’t know all this. She seemed to be wrapped in a pool of fine and gentle spring water and fell into a deep sleep.
Mu Lin's entire body was enveloped in a rich divine power of wood element, wrapping her in a translucent cocoon. The strong wind brought about by the divine power blew away her long hair, which was dark and deep and flew all over the sky.
There is a place further away above the thirty-three heavens, where it is said that the supreme gods between heaven and earth live. In the past million years, only one emperor, Jinghong, broke the barrier under the divine realm and settled in the divine realm. He has not returned for ten thousand years.
In the palace located in the center of the endless palace complex, which faintly exuded a solemn and murderous aura, the red-robed god who was reclining on the dark and gorgeous throne with his eyes closed suddenly opened his indifferent eyes.
The ruler of the divine world, the god of war Ni Heng.
Ni Heng put down her hand that was lazily supporting her head and slowly sat up straight. No one dared to look directly at her face, because it was an offense in itself. Her eyes were a rich, indissoluble golden color, surging like a deep sea whirlpool, noble and awe-inspiring, making people dare not look directly at her, but the moment she sat up straight, they became cold and sharp.
Someone came to the temple of the God of Life with the power to shake or even destroy everything, which Ni Heng would never allow.
She thought about it and found that the throne was empty.
Ni Heng came to the Qingmu Temple and transformed into an ordinary man. The man stood quietly in front of the temple, with the tail of his red robe dragging on the ground. He looked extremely ordinary, but he did not offend anyone at all.
Ni Heng saw at a glance Mu Lin, who was wrapped in the spiritual power of the wood element, and the golden seal on her forehead, which was extremely simple and profound, and full of mysterious and noble aura.
This seal of the gods is also called the seal of the source of the gods, and its origin can be traced back to ancient times. It shouldn't have fallen on this child who was born ten thousand years ago, but fate is always unpredictable... Even Ni Heng, who is a god, can hardly control it.
The Divine Seal is both an eternal confinement and an eternal protection. With it, the child will be immortal.
Ni Heng slowly walked in front of Mu Lin, the wind element power around her slowly stopped, and her slender and delicate figure gently fell into Ni Heng's arms. Mu Lin's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she felt that the breath was very warm and comfortable, and buried her little face in Ni Heng's arms.
Ni Heng's expression was calm. She carried Mu Lin into the temple, walked into one of the rooms with ease, and placed Mu Lin on the couch.
Ni Heng spread the hair covering Mu Lin's cheeks to both sides, touched her forehead with her cold fingertips, and her expression changed slightly. Millions of golden light spots condensed on her pale fingertips, and then spread out in an instant, covering Mu Lin's skin all over her body.
Along with the shining golden spots, Mu Lin's skin was covered with dark purple Sanskrit characters, which were profound and mysterious, extremely noble, yet inexplicably weird and strange.
Ni Heng's fingertips pressed against Mu Lin's brows, and the Divine Source Seal was supplemented with countless golden light spots, and the light suddenly became brighter, suppressing the deep purple Sanskrit fiercely. The unusually complex Sanskrit on Mu Lin's ears also gradually dimmed and disappeared, being firmly imprisoned where it should be.
Ni Heng's expression returned to calm, and she took Mu Lin away from Qingmu Shrine.
Mu Lin was awakened by the crackling sound of fire licking firewood. She opened her eyes and saw a sky full of brilliant stars. There was the sound of rustling wind, leaves falling to the ground, and a stream gurgling in the distance...
She could finally hear!
Mu Lin sat up and suddenly saw a man in red throwing firewood into the fire. She had never seen such a person on Fanghu Island, but she had seen him in front of Yintian Tower. At that time, the man in red came out of Yintian Tower with Lianyou Immortal Lord and called her.
Mu Lin asked doubtfully: "Excuse me, who are you?"
The man in red looked at her intently, but seemed not to hear what she said, and said nothing.
"Are you... a friend of Immortal Lord Lianyou?"
The man in red nodded slightly, and his voice, as ordinary as his face, blended into the crowd and was completely unrecognizable: "You fainted on the ground, and I saved you."
This simple and straightforward sentence gave Mu Lin an indescribable sense of closeness. The secret realm was a place left by the gods, and there was no telling how many dangers it hid. The man in red was guarding her closely.
"Thank you. My name is Mu Lin. What should I call you?"
"… "
"Um?"
"Ah Heng." Ni Heng said softly. She never expected that Lian You's teasing nickname would one day be acknowledged by her in person.
"Oh, okay." After Mu Lin said this, the atmosphere between the two of them inevitably became heavy.
No one knew what to say. Mu Lin couldn't sense the man's cultivation, and he was too embarrassed to pry into his background and privacy. Ni Heng didn't know what to say to Mu Lin, as she was never a talkative person.
Mu Lin smiled and said, "Ah Heng, are you from the fairyland?"
She saw the man in red shook his head.
"Are you from Fanghu?"
She saw the man in red shook his head again.
Mu Lin was choked. There was no way to continue the conversation. It was as if she was directing and acting by herself. Mu Lin said depressedly: "I'll go pick up some firewood."
Ah Heng asked, "Are you cold?"
"Fortunately, some firewood is more in line with the atmosphere." The warm orange light reflected Mu Lin's delicate eyebrows and eyes, a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, delicate but not coquettish, appearing unusually brilliant and affectionate.
Ni Heng's gaze slowly passed over her eyebrows, and he lowered his eyes in deep thought.
Mu Lin didn't care, he stood up and went to the woods to collect firewood. Not long after, Mu Lin came back with a dragon cub.