Chapter 65: Ancestral Hall Whether he is notorious or not, he is no longer the only one...
People are not aware that they are dreaming when they are dreaming. If this is the case for the master, let alone other people in the dream.
According to Yun Wanzhou's age at that time, his original body had not even been born yet, so it was impossible for him to know Qiong Rao.
Xie Wuyang came from a world five hundred years later, when Qiong Rao had already passed away.
What exactly did Qiongrao mean by that?
Qiong Rao's eyelids drooped for a moment, then lifted again, a look of weariness between his brows. "Xiao Wu, how is your master doing now? I once imagined that my disciple, even if he didn't have the fate to become an immortal when he grew up, would just be a low-level disciple, with a clear mind and no disasters. But now it seems..."
At this point, Qiong Rao lowered his head and chuckled, "I can sense Xiaowu's spiritual power."
He didn't say it directly, but Xie Wuyang understood it.
He was still shocked and asked blankly, "How did the Immortal Lord know..."
"On the day I left, a wisp of my soul still remained, within Xiaowu's sea of consciousness."
"What the Immortal Master means is..."
Departure, soul.
Coupled with the various abnormal behaviors of Qiongrao after meeting him, the answer is obvious.
Qiongrao is not an ordinary person in a dream, but a soul that remains after experiencing all kinds of things and leaving at the moment of death.
"What happened back then? How did the Immortal Lord..." Xie Wuyang frowned and suddenly stopped talking.
Ask a person face to face, how the master of this body died.
That's really rude.
Qiong Rao's gaze seemed to see through everything instantly, a distant smile still plastered on his pale face. "It would be better if Xiao Wu could tell you about this. Also, Mr. Xie, could you please give Xiao Wu a message for me?"
"Okay." Xie Wuyang nodded without hesitation.
He thought of Yun Wanzhou's years in high office and the hardships he had endured. His chest tightened, and he couldn't help but add a few more words, "Master is now in the Mahayana stage. He is very powerful and has chosen the same path as the Immortal Master did back then."
This road may be bumpy and difficult, but he knows that with Yun Wanzhou's temper, once he has made a choice, he will definitely stick to it.
What Xie Wuyang can do is to help him realize his wish while he is still qualified to stand with Yun Wanzhou.
"He trapped himself after all." Qiongrao said in a hoarse voice.
Xie Wuyang's lips moved slightly, wanting to say something else, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door, accompanied by a familiar voice, "You demon, don't even think about hurting my master! Let me in!"
Faced with a personality completely different from the Yun Wanzhou he knew, Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and looked at Qiong Rao with a helpless look, "I'll let him in."
He and Yun Wanzhou were originally on opposite sides. If he usually called him Master in order to maintain his original identity, then at this moment, in the dream that was about to disappear, Xie Wuyang could not call a young child "Master" no matter what.
Qiong Rao didn't notice the subtle thoughts in Xie Wuyang's words. After hearing what Xie Wuyang said, he shook his head and said, "No need."
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light burst out from Qiongrao's hand hanging at his side and fell on Xie Wuyang.
A sudden force pushed Xie Wuyang, and before Xie Wuyang could come to his senses, he was pushed out of the dream by Qiong Rao in an instant.
As the scene in his sight collapsed, Xie Wuyang heard an ethereal and distant voice, "What you hear is false, what you see is not true, the difference between good and evil, don't say too much."
"Wax Apple Competition, go quickly."
Come to an abrupt end.
Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up, and when he came to his senses, he had already returned to his room.
The familiar environment did not reduce his anxiety. He felt as if he was in dire straits, suffering terribly.
Qiong Rao's last words kept echoing in Xie Wuyang's ears.
Go to the wax apple quickly...
Go quickly...
When a few words came into his mind again, Xie Wuyang stood up suddenly, strode forward and opened the door.
He remembered clearly why he cast the dream spell.
Although he didn't see Yun Wanzhou, he at least saw the soul of the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao.
Qiong Rao asked him to go to Lianwu quickly, and there were only two things he could do.
Nightmare Stone...
Or maybe it was Yun Wanzhou.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but quicken his pace. He slightly tilted his right hand and quietly conjured up a magic sword.
The power of the nightmare stone on this sword is still there, and coupled with Xie Wuyang's golden elixir cultivation, he can fly with the sword several times faster than outsiders.
Now that Yun Wanzhou has no news, he must rush to Lianwu as quickly as possible.
Xie Wuyang enlarged the sword several times, jumped lightly, and landed steadily on the center of the sword.
After the spiritual power resonated with the sword under his feet, Xie Wuyang did not fly away in a hurry. Instead, he lowered his head and took out a piece of talisman paper from his waist. He gathered spiritual power at his fingertips and drew twice on it.
After the talisman was drawn, Xie Wuyang frowned and studied it for a moment, and finally added two strokes on it. Then he gently waved the talisman paper, leaned forward, and flew into the sky.
If it were his cultivation level when he was the Demon Lord, Xie Wuyang wouldn't have to worry too much.
He was arrogant and unlike Yun Wanzhou who was bound by layers of chains, even if he was a reckless ghost, he could destroy the Lianwu Sect on his own.
But now it’s different. He is a disciple of the Immortal Sect and Yun Wanzhou’s apprentice.
Whether he is notorious or not is no longer his own business.
…
Xie Wuyang was forcibly kicked out of the dream by Qiong Rao, so it only took a short stick of incense from the time he entered the dream to the time he returned to his original form.
The barrier before him was endless, appearing and disappearing, emitting a silvery-white glow.
To the naked eye, this barrier is just a layer of mist that will dissipate at the slightest touch and is nothing to be afraid of. However, Xie Wuyang has lived two lifetimes and has already witnessed the power of the mountain protection barrier.
The last time they were able to enter and exit safely, it was all thanks to Jiang Lin's leader's token. Perhaps Yun Wanzhou had not thought of letting Xie Wuyang come back early at the beginning, and did not hand over the leader's token to Xie Wuyang.
Now it seems that Xie Wuyang has to think of another way.
Xie Wuyang suddenly remembered the news that there were demons wandering around the Lianwu Gate not long ago. Coincidentally, the demon elder Yanque appeared later, and it was obvious who was wandering around the Lianwu Gate.
Yanque is now imprisoned in Cangqiong Mountain and naturally cannot escape, but the news is kept secret. In the eyes of the Lianwu Sect, Yanque is still in a state of escape.
Such a situation can just help Xie Wuyang.
Xie Wuyang stared at the barrier with a fixed gaze, and a demonic energy burst out of his body, wrapping him up in it in a moment.
The fog thickened and thinned, enveloping Xie Wuyang's face. The magic pattern on his forehead flashed twice. Xie Wuyang leaped up, and the surging demonic energy instantly gathered in his palm.
It was an extremely familiar power, so familiar that the moment the demonic energy surged out, Xie Wuyang subconsciously grasped the source of the power.
There was once a legend circulating in the demon world that anyone born with a demonic pattern would have extraordinary power.
When the demon world and humans could still coexist peacefully, the people of the demon world regarded this power as a disaster. Later, when humans and demons were in conflict, this power became the source of hope.
But legends are just legends after all, and few people have ever seen someone carrying the magic pattern.
Five hundred years later, only people occasionally mentioned that Song Duoyan, the most respected lord of the Demon Realm, with a red dot on his forehead, was the legendary person.
It was not until later, when Xie Wuyang fought against the demons on his own and became famous, and the demonic pattern on his forehead became bright, enchanting and strange, that the world of cultivation truly realized that the legend was true.
Apart from this, there are very few rumors about the magic pattern.
When the two forces collided with the mountain protection formation, the huge impact force swept Xie Wuyang in an instant.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he could control the power in his hands, the mountain protection barrier suddenly cracked, and then the power went out of control and flew straight to the ground.
Xie Wuyang cursed and without thinking too much, he followed closely and went straight to Lianwu.
The power is out of control and cracks appear in the formation.
Xie Wuyang originally wanted to sneak in quietly and at most put the blame of the crack on Taliyah, but he never thought that he would accidentally make the matter more similar to Taliyah's.
Judging from the noise made when Yanque broke into Lianwu that day, a disciple should arrive soon. He must escape from this place as soon as possible and find Yun Wanzhou.
Now that he was in the real world, the dream spell's ability to find people's scent had long since lost its effect, and Xie Wuyang no longer dared to use advanced spells such as searching easily. He could only rely on his memories of coming to Lianwu some time ago to search everywhere.
The barrier of the dark room in Jiang Lin's house had not been repaired since it was destroyed by Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou. After Xie Wuyang sneaked into Jiang Lin's room, he searched the dark room as well.
Although they did not find any substantial evidence to prove that Jiang Lin stole the Nightmare Stone, this matter concerned the world of cultivation, and Yun Wanzhou already had enough deterrence. Although he could not punish Jiang Lin openly, he could still attract the attention of other immortal sects and have a great impact on the Lianwu Sect.
Xie Wuyang was very sure that Jiang Lin did not dare to completely break up with Yun Wanzhou, let alone directly lock Yun Wanzhou in the dungeon.
Even if someone discovered Yun Wanzhou's whereabouts, they would only announce to the outside world that Yun Wanzhou was a distinguished guest invited by the Lianwu Sect.
Therefore, there is a high probability that Yun Wanzhou is imprisoned in a guest room courtyard with a barrier somewhere.
However, he didn't know much about the Wax Apple Sect, so if he wanted to find such a place, he would need help.
Jiang Shutong.
Three words suddenly popped up in his mind, and Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up.
Compared to looking for Yun Wanzhou directly, finding Jiang Shutong is much easier.
It was late at night, and as the new leader who was about to take over, Jiang Shutong was in only three places.
The Xianmen Temple of Lianwumen.
The headmaster's residence is at the back of the hall.
as well as……
Where his master Jiang Lin lives.
Xie Wuyang has already searched for Jiang Lin's residence, so only the last two places are left.
The Xianmen Temple is a place of worship for generations. The Xianmen people attach great importance to the inheritance of magic and are especially concerned about the teachers who imparted magic to them.
Therefore, the Xianmen Ancestral Hall is a more solemn place than the meeting hall or the admonition hall.
There, incense is burning vigorously and lights are always on. The spiritual power of the deceased leader and elder has not yet completely dissipated, and the place is full of spiritual power all year round.
Xie Wuyang only needed to concentrate slightly to easily sense a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery.
He added two more layers of protection to his invisibility to ensure that he would not be exposed due to the backlash of spiritual power at a higher level. Only then did he walk towards the place that he sensed was suspected to be the immortal sect's ancestral hall with confidence.
The disciples of Lianwu had already returned to their rooms to rest. There were few people around the road. It was such a quiet place, but when Xie Wuyang walked to a certain place, he suddenly stopped.
The dim yellow lights flickered. Outside the ancestral hall, two disciples were guarding the door. They were wearing indigo-colored disciple uniforms, with swords at their waists, looking straight ahead with serious expressions.
When he walked to the side of the two people, Xie Wuyang couldn't help but hold his breath and slowed down his pace.
Fortunately, with the help of his Golden Core cultivation, his invisibility technique was effective enough.
The lights cast a warm yellow glow on his clothes. Jiang Shutong knelt in front of the tombstone, his straight back looking cold and solemn.
As Xie Wuyang took a step and stood beside Jiang Shutong, the new leader's eyes suddenly turned cold and he asked in a cold voice, "Who is it?"
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