Chapter 81 Heavenly Stage "Those who cultivate immortality should avoid taking shortcuts and entering the heterodox path. ...
Xie Wuyang took the opportunity to take out the talisman paper, bit his fingertip and drew a teleportation talisman.
The talisman was cast, the spiritual power was connected, and golden light flashed.
At the same time, on the other side of the secret realm, talisman papers were flying in the cave, connecting the talismans.
The wind stopped and the spell ceased, and in the blink of an eye, two figures appeared in the cave.
Xie Wuyang still had a fierce look on his face. He glanced around vigilantly and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he was out of danger.
The person in his arms had a pale face and tightly closed brows. Even though he was unconscious, his frown was still filled with worry.
It seems that no matter how outsiders manipulate it, it will not wake up.
Xie Wuyang tightened his grip on Yun Wanzhou's waist and helped her sit down against the stone wall.
The louder the wind outside the cave, the more flying sand and rocks there will be, and a rainstorm is coming.
Xie Wuyang took off his outer robe and put it behind Yun Wanzhou's head. Only then did he completely recover from the shock he had just experienced and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
He thought aimlessly that he must have owed Yun Wanzhou a huge favor in his previous life, and God couldn't bear it, so he pulled him back from hell to pay off his debt.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang turned his head and looked again at the man who had been entangled with him for two lifetimes.
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly raised his hand and touched the wrinkles between the eyebrows of the person in front of him.
I don’t know what I dreamed about.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but raise his hand to smooth his wrinkled forehead, and his fingertips slid down and touched the corner of the other person's eye.
The final expression of those eyes appeared before my eyes.
Resolute, calm, and fearless, when they finally returned to one place, there was actually a bit of sadness and reluctance.
Unlike the cold and ruthless look he gave him when he killed him five hundred years later, Yun Wanzhou would never show such emotion to a demon.
So in the end, who did he think of?
Qiongrao, the Peach of Fortune? Or another Xie Wuyang?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and his fingertips lost strength.
Then, the eyelids beneath the fingertips trembled, revealing slightly confused pupils.
"You..." Yun Wanzhou frowned, his eyes falling on Xie Wuyang's outstretched fingertips.
As soon as he made a sound, Xie Wuyang withdrew his hand as if he was frightened by something.
“Master, Master…”
Yun Wanzhou nodded, and looked around vaguely. Recalling the situation before he lost consciousness, he looked at Xie Wuyang inquiringly, "Where is this?"
"I discovered the cave by chance when I was entering and leaving the secret realm." Xie Wuyang replied truthfully.
Yun Wanzhou was still suspicious, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on exploring his sea of consciousness.
Although the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness cannot be controlled, it is strong and vast, and even the soul is only slightly disturbed, just like usual.
But he clearly remembered that his soul had been exhausted, so why was he...
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, his eyes turning cold. "How did you get back?"
The situation was critical at the time. He used his spiritual power to push Xie Wuyang away while summoning the protective aura that remained on his body.
If Xie Wuyang had not escaped danger and his protective aura had not dissipated, he would naturally not have been able to come back.
But now, Xie Wuyang's body was clean, without any trace of protective aura, and...
Yun Wanzhou's expression was serious, and he suddenly asked, "Did you use demonic energy?"
Following Yun Wanzhou's words, Xie Wuyang's breathing stagnated, his pupils trembling, "When did Master know?"
Could it be that Yun Wanzhou was not unconscious just now and saw him attacking the monster?
Xie Wuyang was panicking and asked tentatively, "Master, what did you see?"
Yun Wanzhou did not answer, but just stared at him.
Xie Wuyang became increasingly anxious, searching for clues from before, "Is it because of my cultivation?"
The original body's cultivation level had not improved for a long time, but now he has reached the Golden Core stage in just a few months. This is really suspicious.
Yun Wanzhou remained silent.
Could it be even earlier?
Xie Wuyang felt uneasy, his eyes wandering, "Could it be because of the seal?"
It is reasonable for the master to feel that the seal has been broken.
But why didn't Yun Wanzhou ask more questions, but pretended to be ignorant?
This question still has no answer.
Just as Xie Wuyang was getting anxious and looking away, Yun Wanzhou suddenly turned his gaze and fell on Xie Wuyang's abdomen.
The wound suddenly became hot and burning again, and Xie Wuyang couldn't help but move his body.
After a few seconds, Xie Wuyang's expression froze and he lowered his head.
The wound that should have been bleeding had become dry at some point, and there was no pain at all.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang suddenly woke up.
In order to break the protective aura, he used Chen Ziyi's sword to break the seal left on him by Xu Pingsheng.
I think it was because the power of the nightmare stone broke through the blocked tendons and veins, and the wound was healed as well.
Xie Wuyang moved his lips and wanted to explain, but Yun Wanzhou spoke first.
"When you were seven years old, you mistakenly entered the interrogation hall and were injured by a fellow disciple who had gone astray. You fell into a coma. After you regained consciousness, I said something to you. Do you remember why?" Yun Wanzhou looked away and spoke without any reason.
After realizing that Yun Wanzhou remembered everything about his original body, Xie Wuyang felt mixed emotions, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous. "My disciple is stupid. It's been too long, and I can't remember clearly."
Yun Wanzhou said: "Those who cultivate immortality should avoid taking shortcuts and entering unorthodox paths."
Xie Wuyang raised his eyes and met Yun Wanzhou's eyes as deep as a pool of water.
His voice was steady and powerful, convincing. "Spiritual power and demonic power complement and counteract each other. No matter when or where, you must not act rashly."
Yun Wanzhou looked at him with a stern gaze, his expression unrecognizable. He looked like a chess player who saw through everything, "Including that sword."
Xie Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned over his right arm to cover the empty cuff.
The memories of the years of fighting with Yun Wanzhou came flooding back, and finally converged into one place.
"Thank you for being safe. It's never too late to turn back."
At that time, he only thought that Yun Wanzhou was arrogant and meddling, just like that group of people who did not distinguish right from wrong and believed everything they heard.
But after spending a long time together, Xie Wuyang gradually understood.
Everything Yun Wanzhou did five hundred years later was simply because, in his eyes, his many realities were not tolerated by the events.
These include...
The crime of coveting the Nightmare Stone.
Regarding the ownerless sword, Yun Wanzhou never pursued the matter further except for the day he first arrived at Lianwumen.
The two of them looked like they had tacitly agreed to let the matter go, but Xie Wuyang was still feeling uneasy and tossing and turning.
How could the power unleashed by the burning soul of a Mahayana cultivator be easily stopped?
Xie Wuyang was eager to save him, and when he grasped the nameless sword and cut off the protective aura, the sword had already turned into ashes and disappeared.
"Although my consciousness is hazy, I'm not completely unconscious." Realizing that his attitude was too tough, Yun Wanzhou slowed down his speech. "I'm fine. The power of the Nightmare Stone is extraordinary. If it loses the object that carries it and is scattered throughout the world, it will definitely bring disaster."
"Even if you die?"
Yun Wanzhou said firmly, "Even if I die."
Xie Wuyang's throat tightened, he remained silent, and raised his hand to cover his right sleeve.
The rain was still falling outside the cave, and the two people inside the cave were each thinking about their own things and were speechless.
After an unknown amount of time, Yun Wanzhou placed his other hand on his knee, and his sidelong glance broke the silence in the cave.
"Have you thought of a way to get out?"
Xie Wuyang's depression and annoyance were still there. He shook his head and said, "My Bodhi beads are broken. I can't activate the teleportation array."
"What if we force the formation?"
"Master means..." Xie Wuyang pondered, "to inject spiritual power into the center of the formation?"
"Um."
"But the formation is spread all over the secret realm. How can we find the center of the formation? Moreover..." Xie Wuyang felt a little uneasy, not knowing whether it was due to the environment, "That monster..."
Before he could finish his words, the rock wall at the cave entrance suddenly began to shake violently, and the water on the ground formed ripples.
“Be careful!”
A tentacle attacked the two of them. Yun Wanzhou's expression frightened. He grabbed Xie Wuyang's right arm and took a few steps back.
Xie Wuyang hurriedly steadied himself, but before he could see the scene inside the cave clearly, the tentacles that failed in the attack changed direction and stretched towards the two of them again.
"It's okay, let's put down the small spiritual formation." Yun Wanzhou summoned Shattered Snow and swung out with a sword.
The majestic sword energy instantly attracted the monster's attention. It swung its tentacles violently and rushed towards the rock wall where the sword energy had cut through.
There was a loud bang, and gravel and soil fell to the ground.
Xie Wuyang didn't have time to think about it, he raised his hand and said, "The righteousness of heaven and earth, slay the demons and monsters, and raise the little spirit."
When the monster came back to its senses and controlled its tentacles to attack the two again, a white light flashed in front of Xie Wuyang and a transparent magic shield was built.
Just before the formation was completely restored, Yun Wanzhou, holding the broken snow, flashed and stood beside Xie Wuyang.
"How long can the small spiritual formation last?"
"Xuan-level monster, half an hour."
Yun Wanzhou's eyes flickered slightly, "What if it's the Heavenly Stage?"
After the second layer of the small spiritual formation was set up, Xie Wuyang paused while casting the spell and replied, "Less than half a minute."
As if to confirm his words, the moment the tentacles landed on the formation, a crack spread out all the way to the center of the formation.
The two people's faces turned ugly in an instant.
When they used the small spiritual formation to resist the monster before, the monster was clearly afraid. Why is it so impatient now? Even its cultivation level has increased several times.
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth, and gathered spiritual power in his hands to form the third level of the small spiritual formation.
Then came the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors...
With the help of several layers of small spiritual formations, the monster finally showed some intention to avoid the attack. Its two tentacles entwined and danced outside the barrier, and it no longer insisted on attacking.
The spiritual power used to set up the magic circle did not stop.
Xie Wuyang's hands were shaking badly, and his spiritual power was sometimes weak and sometimes weak.
Beads of sweat the size of beans ran down his forehead, across his pale cheeks, and stopped on his cracked lips.
Xie Wuyang's body swayed and someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"No harm, that's enough." Yun Wanzhou said sternly, "Repeating the formation will greatly damage the formation. You have just recovered from a serious injury, so any more will be useless."
Xie Wuyang's fingertips felt numb, and he turned his head hesitantly, "Heaven-level monsters, these small spiritual formations can only barely hold out for an hour."
Noticing Xie Wuyang's uneasiness, Yun Wanzhou lowered his eyes and touched Xie Wuyang's head soothingly, "We won't stay here forever."
The tentacles outside the barrier were ready to move, and the wet soil was mixed with blood.
Yun Wanzhou's gaze fell on the outside of the cave, which seemed like clouds and mist, vague and ethereal. "In a moment, I will try to lure it away. Then you can escape and find the center of the formation."
"What about you?" Xie Wuyang was a little stunned and spoke subconsciously.
Yun Wanzhou said, "You can use a teleportation talisman."
Although this plan sounds risky, it is indeed the best method at the moment.
What's more, Yun Wanzhou is an immortal, with wisdom and strategy beyond the reach of ordinary people, so there is no need to worry too much.
Even though he told himself this, the uneasiness in Xie Wuyang's heart did not dissipate at all. He stretched out his hand to his waist and grabbed the talisman paper, loosening and tightening it, tightening and loosening it again, and finally looked up.
His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Master has no spiritual power, why don't you let me stay..."
"It's the center of the formation that requires spiritual power." Yun Wanzhou's words left no room for argument.
Xie Wuyang curled his fingertips and stopped talking.
Yun Wanzhou never changes his decision, and he knows it very well, whether it is five hundred years later or now.
Furthermore, they are still separated by the identities of master and disciple.
Respect your teachers and do not disobey them.
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyebrows, hiding the emotions in his eyes, "Disciple obeys your orders."
The accumulated water soaked the clothes and stained them with mud.
Yun Wanzhou looked calm, without any sign of panic due to being in danger.
Perhaps because the food it eats is used to grow taller, the beast, despite its huge size, is simple-minded and short-sighted.
As soon as Yun Wanzhou stepped out of the barrier, he was attacked by tentacles.
Yun Wanzhou slashed out with a sword with his backhand, then dodged sideways and retreated out of the cave.
At the same time, his eyes flashed, "No harm, remove the barrier."
Xie Wuyang was worried because he saw that the sword energy of Shattered Snow was not as strong as before. He did not dare to delay at all after hearing this, and drew a line across the barrier with his index fingers together.
The moment the formation under his feet darkened, Xie Wuyang swung his left foot and took out a flash spell from his waist.
In the blink of an eye, he pressed Yun Wanzhou's shoulders and handed him a few crumpled talismans. "Master, be careful."
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