Chapter 311 Soul Lamp
Shen Qingyi's heart seemed to have sunk into the ground before his body.
In the Lingdao Sect of Yunze Continent
A disciple looked at the swaying soul fire above the Soul Palace in panic.
That soul fire was from the direct disciple of Yuanying Zhenjun of Tianshui Peak. He was also the pride of this generation and the seed for cultivation that the Taoist sect had high hopes for.
The disciple looked at the flickering soul fire and couldn't help but sigh.
During the sect's trip to the secret realm this time, many talented disciples died. Not to mention the geniuses from the four main peaks, even the geniuses who died from the seventy-two small peaks, thirty-eight middle peaks, and sixteen large peaks were the most lost in the past five hundred years or even a thousand years.
The degree of danger in the Yellow Springs Secret Realm was both within their expectations and beyond their expectations.
"Go and inform the Sect Master and She Zhenjun of Tianshui Peak."
"yes!"
After the two disciples left, only the disciples were left in the hall.
Looking at the soul lamps that had been extinguished in the hall during this period, he looked at the portraits of ancestors of all generations hanging in the hall.
Jiang Yunhai took out three incense sticks, lit them with his spiritual power, and inserted them into the incense burner reverently.
Even though he had been guarding the Soul Palace for hundreds of years and had witnessed too many deaths and falls in the world of immortal cultivation, his heart still couldn't help but tremble when he saw the number of disciples who had died this time in the sect.
I still remember the moment when I took over the guarding of the Soul Palace. The previous guardian of the Soul Palace said that the fall of immortals in the world of cultivation is normal, and the meaning of life and death are also inevitable results that cannot be avoided.
Among these disciples guarding the Soul Palace, there are very few who can hold on to the end and inherit the "Meaning of Life and Death" from the Soul Palace ancestor.
It is so rare that the inheritance of the Soul Palace is almost cut off.
Most of the Soul Palace messengers come to the Soul Palace to guard it for a period of time on missions from the sect.
There are very few disciples willing to serve as guardian messengers, even fewer who persevere to the end, and even fewer who receive the inheritance.
The previous senior did not persevere to the end and took the initiative to apply to the sect to remove his status as a guarding envoy. He eventually went into seclusion in the sect's Tianchi Lake and died in the sect two hundred years ago.
This is the fate of most Soul Palace disciples. Jiang Yunhai didn't know what his own fate would be in the end, but he couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the dark soul lamp.
The world of immortal cultivation is so vast, yet the lives of countless creatures are so insignificant...
"boom!"
The whirlwind suddenly split the heavy water, leaving a narrow passage. Shen Qingyi's figure was freed in an instant, and her figure quickly flashed through the vacuum channel that was not covered by heavy water.
“Crash!”
A subtle sound entered his ears, and Shen Qingyi knew that the passage he had just opened with great effort had merged together again.
The adhesive force of heavy water far exceeds that of ordinary liquids. Coupled with its mysterious gravity, it is very difficult for monks trapped in heavy water to escape the encirclement of heavy water.
When he fell onto the blue stone underground, Shen Qingyi almost collapsed on it.
There was almost no strength left in my body.
If it weren't for her last bit of will to survive, she might have fallen into a coma in this heavy water.
Once she fell into a coma, Shen Qingyi could imagine what the outcome would be.
The moment he fell into the blue eyeball stone, the feeling of being oppressed by heavy water all over his body disappeared.
(End of this chapter)
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