After Chen Xiao finished speaking, he wanted to jump down, but Chongshan stopped him, "You go in the middle."

He was firm in his attitude and Chen Xiao had no choice but to be surrounded and placed in the center.

The group moved slowly and cautiously along the cliff, groping their way deeper.

After walking down two or three hundred meters, Chen Xiao felt a force disturbing him and causing him to have all kinds of distracting thoughts.

He immediately took out the compass from the storage box and held it in his hand. Although it was damaged, the energy stored in it that had not been consumed could still protect him.

In terms of properties, the vital energy formed by the circulation of qi is positive energy compared to this negative energy. Although Chen Xiao has the lowest strength among the crowd, he is the least affected.

The deeper they went, the darker it became, and soon Chen Xiao could no longer see anything.

His spiritual consciousness was injured, so he could not use his perception instead of his eyes to observe his surroundings. The compass also lost its function. With his sense of direction, he felt confused at this moment.

At this time, a hand reached out, grabbed his arm, and sent a message to him, asking him to follow. Chen Xiao could tell that this person was the closest saint to him.

It turned out that Chongshan had taken into consideration that Chen Xiao could not use his perception, so he specially called someone to lead the way for Chen Xiao at this time.

She descended for a while, and held his hand more and more tightly, as if she was enduring and restraining something.

Even through a layer of haziness, Chen Xiao could feel how strong the interference of negative emotions was, not to mention the saints who were directly suffering from it.

The hand suddenly let go of him, and as Chen Xiao asked, "What's wrong with you?", he let out a loud roar and rushed into the abyss.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Chen Xiao panicked and grabbed around, "Senior?"

Another hand, whose owner was unknown, grabbed his hand and pulled him, "This way!"

Chen Xiao was being pulled, and he sent a voice message to the other party, asking: "What happened to that senior just now?"

The saint was silent for a while before saying, "His mind is occupied by negative emotions and he is trapped in hallucinations and confusion. If you are lucky and can wake up, he will leave the abyss on his own. You just need to focus on finding the young emperor and don't worry about him."

He only said that if I’m lucky I’ll wake up, but if I can’t wake up, will I remain in confusion and lost in the abyss?

He really didn't know that these saints were willing to pay such a price to escort him.

Judging from the meaning of the words of this saint, they obviously knew it beforehand and were mentally prepared for it.

Chen Xiao was shocked and deeply moved, and couldn't help but shed tears.

He was immersed in anxiety and anger, but the actions of the saints awakened him.

Even if it is not for personal gain, there are still so many people in this world who are worthy of saving and have noble character.

This further strengthened Chen Xiao's determination. He could only succeed and not fail!

He wiped away his tears, and arrived at the depths of the abyss, followed by one saint after another.

A long time had passed since the last saint let him go, lost himself and rushed into the abyss.

After waiting for a while and seeing no one coming to grab him and take him away, Chen Xiao was sure that he was the only sane person around.

The rest of the way, he can only rely on himself.

Deadly bodies have begun to appear nearby, but Xi Yunting is obviously not here. He may be somewhere deeper.

The compass and sense of direction had lost their function, vision and perception were all destroyed, and Chen Xiao could only walk in one direction based on his intuition.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, nor did he know if he was walking in a straight line or if he was going in circles.

In a dark environment, people are prone to mental problems over time. Not to mention, the surrounding area is filled with deadly evil spirits and resentment, which have a strong negative impact.

The last bit of energy on the star chart was exhausted. Without protection, all kinds of emotions flooded in, and Chen Xiao fell into hallucinations and confusion.

Sometimes he laughed and cried, sometimes he roared madly, and sometimes he punched and kicked non-existent people in extreme excitement.

In his trance, long-lost memories were brought back to him, reminding him of how he was kidnapped as a child, separated from his parents, and became a homeless child.

His mood fell to the lowest point, life seemed hopeless and gloomy, making him so desperate and miserable that he wanted to end his life.

His face was covered with tears, his eyes were dull, and there was darkness in his wooden eyes.

At this moment, a dim light suddenly appeared in a corner of the field of vision.

The light was very faint, but in the complete darkness, it was brighter than the sun.

Chen Xiao looked down dully, the compass in his hand was glowing!

He suddenly broke free from the chaos, and his eyes lit up.

The compass had been tightly held in his hand, and now it flew up and floated in front of Chen Xiao.

The light came from the gaps on the disk, becoming brighter and brighter. The radiating light was like a long-sealed door being opened, and Chen Xiao felt himself being sucked in.

There were white clouds and blue sky on the other side of the light. Chen Xiao blocked his eyes with his arm for a moment. Only after the pain in his eyes passed did he see the scene clearly.

It was a courtyard that he was very familiar with, a two-story building with a large terrace on one side of the second floor, filled with all kinds of flowers.

In a corner of the terrace, there is a flower stand covered with wisteria. Under the flower stand is a small coffee table with a teapot and a small amplifier on it.

A melodious female voice came from the amplifier, singing a southern tune that Chen Xiao was familiar with.

An old man with white hair, wearing a soft and comfortable white training suit, is holding a watering can and bending over to water a pot of orchid.

While watering the flowers, he leisurely followed the woman's voice and hummed the tune.

Chen Xiao's eyes blurred for a moment, and he approached unconsciously, choking with sobs and shouting, "Master!"

The old man paused, he turned around hesitantly, and his eyes under his long eyebrows were fixed on Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao ran over excitedly and shouted loudly: "Master! I'm back!"

He knelt down in front of the old man, and the old man dropped the spray bottle in his hand. He bent down and held his arms, looking at him excitedly: "It's Chen Xiao?! Is it you?"

"It's me!" Chen Xiao hugged the old man and burst into tears.

The old man stroked his head comfortably and said, "You are such an idiot, don't cry. Is this how you are now? Are you doing well?"

"Okay!" Chen Xiao nodded vigorously, stood up with the help of his master, and helped the old man sit on the rocking chair next to the coffee table.

The old man asked him to sit opposite him, but he refused and knelt down beside the old man's legs affectionately.

The old man questioned him carefully, and Chen Xiao hid nothing, even telling him about how he met Xi Yunting, married him, and ascended to heaven together.

After recounting his last experience in the abyss, Chen Xiao also completely recovered from the excitement of seeing his master again.

He turned around and looked around. It all seemed too real to be a fantasy.

Looking at the setting sun and then at his own shadow, Chen Xiao asked in confusion: "Master, what's going on? Am I back?"

The old man looked at him lovingly, shook his head, and said, "No, this is just your consciousness, projected onto this world. Because the environment you are in is very special, the two worlds may overlap, and the compass acts as an intermediary to pull you over."

Chen Xiao looked up at the old man's white hair and wrinkles on his face: "How long has it been since I died?"

The old man said, "Two years. You don't have to be confused by this. The speed of time passing in different time and space is also different. Maybe thousands of years in some worlds, but here it is just a blink of an eye."

Chen Xiao nodded and let it go.

He asked again: "Master, what did you do in the past? Why did I wake up in the body of a young man in the Heaven Realm? And the compass..." He looked ashamed, "I broke it."

The old man smiled and said, "It has completed its mission. It is fine if it is broken. Nothing can last forever, let alone a compass."

Chen Xiao said stubbornly: "But that is your compass, Master."

The old man said, "I have already given it to you. It is yours."

Chen Xiao hung his head in frustration: "But I broke it."

The old man said, "In fact, it can still exist after sending you there, and it played such a big role. I was surprised." Chen Xiao looked up, and the old man showed a look of reminiscence, "You sacrificed your lifespan and future to extend my life. I was still very angry at the time, but I couldn't just ignore you."

Chen Xiao stood up from his knees, held the old man's hand, and said guiltily: "Master, it's all my fault for making you angry."

The old man sighed and patted his head. "You are a fool who is too sentimental. How could I bear to see you die young when you still have a bright future? After you passed away, I did not choose to cremate you, but buried you in a place I had chosen in advance to give you a chance of survival."

As a Feng Shui master, Chen Xiao dared to guarantee that his current working experience far exceeded that of his master Fang Gu. He had speculated in every possible way what his master had done to enable him to travel through time and space and return to life through another corpse.

He asked curiously, "How did the master do it?"

The old man said: "I chose a piece of land with a lot of bad luck and a very special terrain. I used my compass as a Feng Shui stabilizer and set up this Feng Shui layout that would put you at risk of death."

Chen Xiao said in astonishment: "The one who buried me was actually a Jedi?"

He guessed that his master might use Feng Shui to deal with his funeral, and he also concluded that it was because of the tomb that he had another life.

But he never expected that Fang Gu would do the opposite. No wonder he couldn't guess it.

"That's right. A normal Jedi burial would only result in great evil, but I used the compass to preserve a glimmer of hope." The old man was full of energy when he talked about this most daring feng shui layout he had ever made. "There are endless dangers of life and death, but there is only a glimmer of hope that can allow you to transcend death."

Chen Xiao was shocked and speechless. No wonder he always faced life-and-death crises but was always able to come back to life.

The old man's expression became serious. He said, "This is a forbidden gamble. I didn't dare to hope that it would really work. I just prayed for a miracle and psychological comfort." His brows softened again. "Now it seems that God is favoring you. That world chose you and gave you this opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Chen Xiao was stunned and murmured, "Did Heaven choose me? It gave me this opportunity, and it also gave Yun Ting an opportunity, and it also gave itself an opportunity!" He became more and more excited as he spoke, and stood up directly with his eyes shining, "I understand!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and said to Chen Xiao: "You should go back."

Chen Xiao turned his head and reluctantly held his hands. The old man patted the back of his hands and said, "Go, grasp this new life. I am satisfied knowing that you are still alive in that world."

Tears slid down from the corners of his eyes again. Chen Xiao hugged the old man, and his figure faded and finally disappeared.

The old man took a step back, sighed sadly, but then laughed happily.

He sat in the rocking chair behind him, turned on the amplifier, picked up a palm-leaf fan, fanned himself gently, and sang a tune along with the melodious female voice.