Canglang Sea is called a sea, but in fact it is not a sea, but a vast black land that stretches as far as the eye can see.
This black land is located at the top of the uninhabited Far North. It is covered with snow for 100,000 miles all year round, with no distinction between spring, summer, autumn and winter. Digging up the layer of snow that never melts all year round, the soil underneath is like burnt charcoal. Digging up a shovel of soil and soaking it in water can be used directly as ink.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that although there is no one living there, there is a ghostly aura, the kind that you can step on hundreds of dead ghosts with one foot.
There are rumors that the reason why the soil there is so black is because it is made entirely of flesh and blood.
There are also rumors that it was one of the main battlefields of the war that year. Before the war, it was a prosperous and wealthy city. The people in the city lived and worked in peace and contentment, without worries, as if they were living in heaven.
Later, a world-destroying monster broke into heaven. From then on, the monster became the master and humans were the slaves. If the slaves did not please their masters, they would be skinned, chopped into pieces, and put on the dining table.
People died every day, the smell of blood in the air never dissipated, and heaven turned into hell.
Later, the immortals above the nine heavens finally noticed the abnormality in the mortal world, and a war broke out.
On the day when the world-destroying monster was slaughtered, the entire city was engulfed in flames, which burned for several days until the sky turned red.
Some say it is seven days, some say it is forty-nine days... there are all kinds of opinions.
The only unchanging fact is: after the fire was extinguished, the once prosperous, wealthy and vibrant city turned into a piece of black land. At night, the wind blew violently, the wronged souls wailed, and even birds dared not fly over the black land.
Now Wu Qiongcang said that he wanted to go to that extremely dangerous place.
Shen Qiqi jumped up as if her buttocks were burned by a tongue of fire, and said with a changed face: "Master, do we have to go?"
The little girl bit her lip and looked at her master eagerly, with the plea of "Can you please not go" almost written all over her body.
She finally got a master, and she didn't want to become a poor little person with no one to protect her.
Wu Qiongcang didn't know what his little disciple was thinking. He only saw the panic and worry on his little disciple's face.
The Immortal Venerable Qiongcang, whose bones had never been straightened, suddenly couldn't help feeling a lot of emotions at this moment, and looked at the little girl in front of him with tears in his eyes.
He is worthy of being the one that Baihu has his eyes on.
Look, how affectionate the little girl is. She only called him master for a few days, but she cares about him so much.
Wu Qiongcang suddenly felt a sense of happiness in his heart, "It's great to have a disciple."
He sat up straight, a rare moment, and explained to his young disciple, "There have been frequent unusual movements in Canglang Sea recently, so I must go there myself to investigate."
He patted the little disciple's head and comforted her, "Don't worry, even though that place is dangerous, it can't harm me."
Shen Qiqi blinked her eyes and thought to herself, since my life is not in danger, then why are you so anxious to pass on your teachings to me, Master?
She thought so in her heart and asked so out loud. Wu Qiongcang paused and was silent for a long time before replying, "Because I'm afraid that after I leave, I won't want to come back."
His voice was very low and his tone was falling. It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, but it gave people an indescribable feeling of sadness.
The whole person feels empty, as if the soul has left the body.
Shen Qiqi looked at him, and a question mark slowly appeared above her head.
What does it mean to be “afraid that you won’t want to come back after you leave”?
Could it be that Master’s hometown is there?
But even so, it has now become a deserted ghost town. What is there to be nostalgic about?
She couldn't help but ask again, "Why did Master say that?"
"Why..." Wu Qiongcang narrowed his eyes and looked at his little disciple's face full of curiosity. He was blank for a moment, and his soul that had left his body suddenly returned miraculously.
He raised his hand and knocked the little apprentice on the forehead, saying unhappily, "Why, why, why do you have so many whys? Are you bored, or am I idle?"
“…” How should I put this?
Shen Qiqi rubbed her forehead, which was innocently implicated, and thought to herself, "Is this just the disciple's concern for you, old man?"
Before she could speak, her shoulders suddenly felt heavy.
She was forced to sit down again.
Wu Qiongcang said, "I will tell you why when I come back."
However, Shen Qiqi was ultimately unable to wait for her master to return.
During the first few days, every other day, Wu Qiongcang would borrow Yin Qiao's body and sneak into the water prison to teach Shen Qiqi the martial arts.
Later, every other day became every day.
Later, Wu Qiongcang didn't know how he persuaded the twelve elders of the Wuji Sect, and was granted permission to enter and leave the water prison at will, as long as they didn't take Shen Qiqi out.
After obtaining this special permission, Wu Qiongcang simply moved his home into the water dungeon and stuffed things into his little apprentice's head day and night.
In his words: It doesn’t matter if you can’t digest it all at once, just keep it in your mind first and slowly comprehend it later.
Shen Qiqi felt like her head had been stuffed a size bigger.
A month passed like this, and on the thirty-first day, Wu Qiongcang suddenly became very anxious, more anxious than ever before, and kept circling the island.
He had worn away a layer of skin from the rocks on the island.
Shen Qiqi opened her eyes from meditation and looked at the slender figure pacing back and forth in the night. She pursed her lips and called out, "Master."
"What are you doing?" Wu Qiongcang's tone was filled with anger. Seeing that his young disciple hadn't practiced properly, his brows furrowed so tightly that they could kill a fly. He scolded, "A day's plan begins in the morning. Why are you daydreaming instead of practicing properly?"
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