Wutong surprisingly did not act like a demon. He quietly swept the dust on the altar and cleared the sculptures from the ruins.
"Wu Tong would never do such a thing in the past. She might have some kind of relationship with the ancestors of Guanghan Palace."
Su Yun did not disturb her. He returned to the mirror and thought to himself, "Her Dao heart was actually flawed from the beginning."
Qilin, Taotie and others are still drawing on the vital energy of heaven and earth to heal their injuries. The Golden Crow has also woken up and is able to regulate his breathing, but their injuries are unlikely to heal in a short period of time.
"Master Su, are you really going to Guanghan Mountain in the fairyland?"
Yingying sat on the white rhino's buttocks, holding her chin and asked, "There is no Guanghan Fairy there. And this passage has been abandoned for so long, it may not lead directly to Guanghan Mountain, and it is more likely to die on the way. Besides, the stone Qilin has already withered and is about to be annihilated. There are too many uncertain factors. It is not wise to go to Guanghan Mountain."
The white rhino lay beside Su Yun's spirit, leisurely swinging its pitifully short tail and slapping its own butt to show that Yingying was right.
"Yingying, this may be the closest I've ever been to the fairyland in my life."
Su Yun looked at him dimly, and said, "You know that other people, even saints, may never have the chance to enter the immortal world and get immortal fate in their lifetime. Most of them died under the immortal sword when they were transcending the calamity. At most, after their death, their spirits could not erase their obsession with the immortal world, and they would go deep into the universe and the stars, even if they were annihilated in the stars, they would still go to find the whereabouts of the immortal world."
He stretched his body and looked at the blue planet below. After a moment, he whispered, "Becoming an immortal is like a poor family wanting to rise to prominence and become an aristocratic family. It took the seven great families of Shuofang 150 years and several generations to become aristocratic families, but they are still at the bottom of the aristocratic family. If they want to continue to climb up and climb to the top of the aristocratic family, they can find no other way except to rebel.
"It is more difficult to become an immortal than for an ordinary person to become an aristocratic family. Even if you are a saint, Buddha, emperor, or holy emperor, if you want to become an immortal, you cannot pass the test of the immortal sword. In the past five thousand years, many people have successfully rebelled and became emperors. But in the past five thousand years, no one has become an immortal!
"This is an opportunity. If I can seize this opportunity, even if I can't become an immortal, I can be one step closer to becoming an immortal, and the chance of becoming an immortal will be higher."
Su Yun smiled and said, "I think, since there is a fairyland in this world, there must be a chance to be a fairy. This chance to be a fairy may be hidden in various seemingly inconspicuous corners of the world. In a person's life, he may occasionally encounter a few opportunities. If he gives up any of them, the chance to be a fairy will be completely cut off. I am a child from a poor family, I can't miss any opportunity!"
Yingying rolled her eyes at him: "The master of Tongtian Pavilion, who is as rich as a country, actually said that he is a child from a poor family."
"I am a child of a poor family. It has nothing to do with my wealth."
Su Yun shook his head and said, "Besides, the money in Tongtian Pavilion is not my money, so it doesn't make me happy. I am just responsible for spending the money. What makes me happiest is teaching in Jiange every month. Although I only earn a hundred Qinghong coins every month, I am very satisfied."
Lingxi immediately jumped up and carried the little book monster out of Su Yun's spirit world. - Lingxi didn't like staying in the spirit world of impure people.
Su Yun said angrily: "In front of Xianyuan, anyone, even an emperor or a saint, is just a poor person! There are no exceptions."
The winter solstice has finally arrived.
Su Yun and Wutong came to Guanghan Palace. The ninety-eight stone sculptures of Guanghan Palace had been cleared out from the ruins by Wutong and placed in the correct positions.
The stone Qilin is the only one among them whose golden body's spirit can still be awakened; the other ninety-seven stone sculptures are unable to awaken. Only the ancient and obscure spirits in the sculptures emit invisible waves, as if whales thousands of miles apart in the depths of the dark ocean are communicating with each other with long voices.
Yingying whispered, "Su Shizi, you can use your spirituality to capture their thoughts and see what they are saying."
Su Yun followed his words and tried to use his spiritual nature to contact these ancient thoughts, and found that these thoughts fluctuated extremely slowly.
The stone carvings and statues are slowly lighting up, and the ancient spirits are mobilizing their last strength to open the immortal talisman for the last time.
The immortal tablet gradually became brighter, and strange runes rose from it, forming various dazzling patterns in the air.
There were strange vibrations in the space, as if something was approaching from afar.
At this moment, Su Yun suddenly had a strange guess in his mind: "The Immortal Scroll should actually be called the Immortal Road. It is a road created by immortals that leads to the immortal world. The Heavenly Gate is like this, and so is the Immortal Scroll I got before. Even the Immortal Scroll that Luo Yujin got opened a passage connecting to the immortal world!"
The shaking in Guanghan Palace became more and more massive. The palaces behind Su Yun and the others collapsed in the shaking, and dust rose up and did not settle for a long time.
The surrounding mountains also cracked due to the vibration, and rocks kept falling down. Although the power was not great, it would not take long before the place was buried.
The light above the altar grew brighter, and the thought fluctuations emanating from the stone statues such as the stone Qilin grew stronger. Even Yingying could clearly sense their thought fluctuations.
Yingying whispered, "Master Su, what are these ancient spirits saying?"
Su Yun was silent for a moment, then said, "They were saying goodbye to each other and good night."
"Say goodbye to each other and good night?"
Yingying was stunned and looked at those ancient stone statues. These spirits might have been extremely powerful spiritualists when they were alive. After their death, their spirits attached themselves to ninety-six golden bodies of gods and demons such as Qilin and Taotie, and existed in the world as the gods guarding this place.
They should all be friends, perhaps the closest of friends.
As this place declined, they also fell into silence, and time erased them one by one.
They may have a glorious history, but that is no longer important. Their souls will return to darkness and fall into annihilation. They will say good night to their old friends, and from now on they will never have any fluctuations in their thinking again.
The only traces of them left are these dumb stone statues.
Yingying was feeling melancholy in her heart. At this moment, she heard a buzzing sound, and a long branch broke through the void, came out from another world, and appeared above the altar.
The branch was thick and simple, with a few laurel leaves and a bunch of osmanthus flowers hanging on it. It was really strange that such branches and leaves appeared on this desolate moon!
Above the immortal scroll on the altar, tadpole runes danced and rotated around the branch. This branch seemed like a passage to another world.
Wutong's eyes lit up: "On the winter solstice, the osmanthus tree branches come! The things recorded in the ancient books really didn't lie to me!"
Her figure floated and she stood on the branch.
The osmanthus branch doesn't look big, but when you sit on it, you seem extremely small. The red clothes of the phoenix tree flutter, and you walk into the void along the osmanthus branch.
Su Yun also quickly jumped onto the branch, but saw that the bunch of osmanthus flowers on the branch were many times larger than a person.
He stood on the branch and looked forward. He saw that the branches were extremely thick and thousands of feet wide. He had no idea where they led to.
Wutong's red skirt fluttered in front of him, like a leaping red fire. While Su Yun was still observing, Yingying had already jumped from his spiritual world to Wutong's spiritual world on the white rhino and shouted, "Master Su, hurry up, time is running out!"
Su Yun laughed: "This little book freak advised me not to come, but he just couldn't suppress his curiosity, right?"
He walked forward along the tree branch, vital energy rising under his feet, and his true energy manifested as a three-legged golden crow, which carried him into flight, chasing after the phoenix tree.
His cultivation became increasingly powerful, and even something as energy-consuming as using his magical powers to carry himself flying was no longer difficult for him.
Finally, Su Yun caught up with the girl in red and was running neck and neck with her.
The branch was quite long and winding. The two of them flew all the way. Su Yun looked at the Wutong tree and said nothing.
After a moment, Wutong said, "I know you have a lot of questions."
Su Yun didn't say anything.
Wutong continued, "My purpose in coming to this world is indeed to find the footprints of my ancestors and the road to Guanghan Palace. I found out from the ancient books left by my ancestors that there is a grand event held every winter solstice in Guanghan Mountain in the fairyland. According to legend, every year, the tribesmen living in Guanghan Palace in various worlds will hold a grand ceremony to allow the outstanding boys and girls in the tribe to pass through the laurel branches and enter Guanghan Mountain."
Su Yun listened quietly.
Lingxi was lying in the clouds of Wutong's spiritual world, yawning and closing his eyes. Yingying was leaning on Lingxi's elbow, listening to Wutong's inner voice.
"But in my world, I can no longer find these. My world has been buried in the ashes of disaster."
Wutong spoke calmly, without using the incredible charm of a human demon, but there was a thrilling charm in his voice, and said: "I followed the footsteps of my ancestors across the sky, searching for other people of my tribe. I found world after world in the starry sky, and they were all annihilated."
Yingying suddenly interrupted her and asked, "Your world was buried in the ashes. How did you survive?"
Wutong didn't answer.
Yingying suddenly realized that the Wutong in that life was actually dead, and the one who survived was the demon Wutong who possessed one of her own people.
“Finally, I found myself here.”
Wutong smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "I know that my people have the habit of entering Guanghan Mountain for training on the winter solstice. As long as I come here, I can find them."
Su Yun turned his head and saw a light flickering in the demon girl's eyes, as if the girl was full of longing.
“If I find them, I can prove that I am no longer the only one in this universe. I have other people of my kind,” she said softly.
Suddenly, Su Yun smelled the scent of ash caused by the corruption of the vital energy of heaven and earth. He couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling a little uneasy.
In front of him, a cloud of ash floated over and landed in his palm.
Wutong's body trembled, and Su Yun rushed to the light in front, but saw that he was standing on a huge osmanthus tree at this moment, the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree had withered, leaving only a few branches.
This ancient sacred tree was buried in an unknown thickness of ash, which was floating in the sky.
Is this really the fairyland
Su Yun was a little confused.